《Music In My Heart - Dreamwastaken》Roadtrip
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We parked next to a charming, little restaurant in the middle of a busy shopping strip. Hundreds of people walking in different directions with family and friends. Everyone laughing or smiling or even yelling. I felt out of place in a city this big.
We headed into the restaurant and got into the long wait line. "Usually the line moves fast here so it shouldn't be too long." Clay said. I just nodded my head. Standing shoulder to shoulder like we were, I realized how tall he really was. I was above average height myself but he was head and some taller.
"How tall are you?" I asked.
He looked down at me and smirked. "6'3." My mouth formed an 'o' as I nodded. That's tall.
I heard the bell ring behind us indicating someone was coming in. I turned to see a pretty, short girl looking down at her phone. She had shiny, long strawberry blonde hair and was wearing an adorable Sunday dress that fell around her petite figure. I wish I looked like her. Clay turned to look down at me then to the girl I was looking at. His eyes widened and his face went pale. He immediately turned back straight and moved his arm around my shoulder to make me do the same.
"Clay?" I heard the girl behind us.
He let out a sigh and turned around bringing me with him, still having his arm around me. I didn't particularly dislike it.
"Hey, Maria. It's been a while."
She looked between Clay and me and noticed his arm around my shoulder. Her face quickly lost its glowing smile.
"Who is this?" She asked innocently.
"This is Anja." He said. Arm still around me. By now I realized what he was doing.
"I don't care about the whores name I just need to know who she is." She bit out. Aggressive?
"I'm his girlfriend. And who are you again?" I said with a fake smile. Clay squeezed my shoulder in shock at my acting.
"Oh. I'm Maria. Clay not tell you about me?" She said with a sharp attitude.
"I don't care about a whores name, I just need to know who you are." My smile dropped as I repeated her words. Maria's mouth stood tall in shock.
She gave me a nasty look then snapped back to Clay with a smile. "You never unblocked my number, puddy." Puddy?
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"And he never will." I interrupted.
"Next in line please!" The cashier yelled.
"Sorry, we have to go Maria." Clay said. He turned us around together with his arm still on me and we walked away. I heard the bell ring as Maria left. He leaned down to my ear and whispered "Thank you for that" and then dropped his arm. I miss the warmth.
"It's alright. You looked really uncomfortable." I reassured him.
"I really was. She is my ex for context."
"Ah."
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Clay and I made it back to the house with the food, ordered an extra meal for Nick in case he wanted some when he got home. The whole ride back we laughed about Maria's reactions, he kept apologizing for her behavior like it was his fault, and we talked a bit more about music. It was something we had in common.
We pulled into the garage to see Nick's new car parked. When we got inside Nick was still taking his shoes off.
"Just got back?" Clay asked.
"Yep. Did you get me anything?" He pointed at the bags of take-out.
"No. You said to eat without you, remember?" Clay said.
I scoffed. "He's lying. Yes, we got you a chicken chimichanga. Your favorite."
"That's my girl!" He yelled.
"I was thinking we could watch Unhinged. It's on our list." I suggested.
"Unhinged?" Clay asked.
"Thriller film about a psycho trying to kill some chick. Has Russell Crowe in it." Nick explained.
"Russell Crowe? I'm down. We can watch it in the theater downstairs."
"You have a home theater? Are you like a millionaire?" I asked. He just smirked and walked away.
We three headed down to the theater room in the basement. It had a massive projector bolted to the wall and three couches; a three-seater on the back wall and 2 love seats on either side. Nick plopped down on the left side of the couch and Clay followed to sit next to him placing himself in the middle. I was forced to sit down on the right and Clay started passing out our meals.
Barely 30 minutes into the movie Nick was passed out on one of the love seats that he moved. Of course, he's asleep. Clay finished the last of his fajitas and tossed his container onto the coffee table in front of us. As he came back to sitting comfortably he put his arm around the back of the couch behind me, letting his fingers rest on my shoulder. His touch was soft, but still there. He propped his ankle on his other knee causing his leg to touch me too. What is he doing? I tried to ignore the contact but I couldn't focus on the movie. I shifted my body a bit so our legs weren't touching. He started softly playing with my hair, rolling it between his fingers. Every so often his fingers would brush against my skin and make me jump.
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I hate this. Why am I so scared? Or am I flustered? I pushed myself off of the couch and started walking to the door.
"Anja? Where are you going?" He asked.
"I'm tired. I'm going to bed." I left the room before he could say anything else. I couldn't breathe and I was visibly shaking. I decided to take a shower to calm my nerves. It ended up being cold.
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For the next week, I kept avoiding Clay. Every time we were in the same room I left as quickly as I could. I felt bad, he looked hurt. I couldn't help but panic when he was around. Why am I like this?
Tuesday I was on my way back from a shower when I ran into Clay. He was standing outside of my bedroom door playing with his fingers, waiting for me. I just walked straight past him but he grabbed my arm and made me spin around to face him.
I freaked out and aggressively pulled my arm away. "What do you want?"
He raised his hands up in a passive manner. "Sorry. I didn't mean to startle you. I just want to know why you've been avoiding me so much? Did I do something?"
"Yeah... last Wednesday during the movie." His eyebrows pinched together in confusion. "You kept touching me. I... I just don't like being touched." I said.
He parted his lips into an 'o' and started nodding his head. "I'm sorry. I didn't even realize I was doing it." He moved to rub the back of his neck, avoiding my eyes. "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable so I'll make sure not to do it again."
"Thank you." Don't thank him.
He finally looked up at me and our eyes met. It somehow got more awkward.
"Do you need anything else or are you just gonna stand there and look at me?" I asked.
"Oh. Yeah. Um... I was wondering if you could look at my lyrics? I'm stuck on the second verse but I finished the rest."
I nodded. He pointed his finger back towards his room across the hallway and I took the hint. His room wasn't what I expected. With the car and the house, I thought his room would be color-coordinated, with a fancy and expensive pc set, and the aesthetic of the rest of the house. Instead, his room was small. Dark blue walls with a big bed tucked in the corner. His window was painted to be blacked out with a black curtain over it. His desk sat across from his door, the desktop on the floor and two nice monitors on his desk. The screens were surrounded by cute figurings and art was everywhere on the walls. They all had some white blob with a smile and too much green for my liking.
I sat down on the edge of his bed and pulled my legs into my chest. Why am I getting flustered again? Clay grabbed the notebook off his desk and sat down next to me. He opened it and then handed it to me. "It's called Roadtrip. I have an idea on how I want the melody to go too."
"I like this." I point at the first line. "People change like the tides in the ocean. Poetic." I looked up at him blushing. "Do you wanna sing it for me?"
"I don't think I'm confident enough for that yet." He giggled. "But there is a song that just came out that fits the vibe I wanna go for." He got up and walked over to his desk, I followed. He pulled up a music video on Youtube called "Traitor of the Tribe" by emotionvoid. Interesting name. I instantly recognized the song when he hit play.
"What the fuck?" I took the mouse out of his hand and enlarged the video. It was Samantha, Jackson, Nathan, and Carlos dancing around a campfire as the song played. "This is my song!" I yelled. Hot, angry tears started to gather in my eyes but I brushed them down.
"What?" Clay asked.
"Those are my lyrics. I fucking composed this and they stole it."
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Terminal
My heart was shattered that day. It was on that day that I realized that life had an end, and that mine was coming. It was on that day that I realized that I was going to die. Leukemia, they told me. It's almost over. I didn't know what to do after that. I thought that maybe it would be best to die right then, get it over with. I thought that I could push myself away from all my friends, all my family, stop them from missing me after I was gone. I thought that I could handle it on my own, that perhaps the world was better off without me. I was wrong. So please help me, I'm dying. Save me, I'm falling. They tell me I won't survive. Please catch me, because if you don't, I'll shatter. I can't grab on anymore, I can't keep fighting. It's going to swallow me up. My name is Alyssa Gray, and by the time you finish reading this, I'll be dead. ________________________________ A few warnings and things to note: -I've put up the tramatising content tag due to a lot of mentions on death, dying, illness, and a mother who tends to be rather cruel. I know that I take a perspective that many will strongly disagree with, and I'm okay with that. Just be warned that this isn't lighthearted stuff. This is real, and death is real, and this part streaches beyond the fiction into reality. -I'm going to say a minor spoiler, but I don't want it to take you unaware because it is something to be aware of. At one point, my MC attempts suicide and fails. It's a very violent scene and I will put up the gore tag after writing this, and it's also just really depressing. If this will be triggering, you need to be aware of this before you read it. -This is a christian book. It may go against some of your beliefs. I hope that you can read and comment anyway even if some of it does not sit well with you. Credits for the cover go to the user 'Media in Sanity'. Your help and assitance has meant so much to me, God bless you in your writing and your endevours. A proud member of WriTE. I've promised to finish this fiction and update it at least once a month. My schedule is very irregular, and I'm working on that, but I'm going to do everything I can to make sure that this book stays out there. I'm not ending it until it's done.
8 177My Brother's Best Friend
Falling in love never scared Maddie Davis until she fell for the one boy she swore to stay away from forever. ********* Maddie Davis has been in love with her brother's best friend, Cameron Holden since she was in the sixth grade. They used to be best friends too until he got into high school and became a version of himself she didn't even recognize. Everyone said he was a shoo-in for the NFL, and he let it get to his head. Right before high school started, he worked out until he was built like a sculpture, he got rid of his braces, and suddenly the girls fell at his feet. But that was fine because her middle school crush faded. And besides, even if she did think he was hot, Cameron wasn't someone she could go for even if she wanted to. Unless of course, she found herself wound up with him in a closet during a game of blind seven minutes -- a closet so tiny and secretive that she would finally be able to act on the feelings she's tried so desperately to hide. But what were the odds of that happening?This is book ONE of three:My Brother's Best FriendIn Five YearsThe Perfect Timing Content warning: This story contains mature sexual content and themes of bullying, sexual assault, violence, and explicit language.
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