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A Little Bit Chilly

Sixteen

~Okay this is the last fix! Hope you guys like the re-write~


"Hi, guys!" Her name was Taylor, I was sure. She turned her head and smiled at me, then looked back at the unneccesarily large camera pointed at us.

"I'm here with Nikki Southway, of Silence of the Unwritten Beast!" Taylor continued, still smiling. I looked over and smiled as well, to be polite.

"Hi!" I giggled. I needed to be giddy. They loved that.

"Hello," Taylor mumbled, "Let's get started right away on your biggest influences. Why are you here? Who inspired you?"

I sighed. That was always a hard one, because I looked up to so many different artists and created music around their styles and sound, each various artist somehow bringing me into the light. Bringing us into the light.

"Sorry," I laughed, after I realized how long I had been thinking. "There's a lot of answers for that."

"Take your time, we've got plenty of it!" Taylor reassured me, and patted my shoulder. I smiled.

"Well, there's quite a few. I'm a mixture of many, you see," I began. "But I mainly looked up to bands like Suicide Silence. I'm a huge fan of Of Mice & Men and blessthefall, but they weren't really influences until about two years ago."

"How about Bring Me The Horzion?"

I growled inwardly. The old BMTH comparison never got old, and neither did my frustration with my answers.

"We get that a lot. But we're completely different bands." I looked over my shoulder at a loud screaming noise, that appeared to be coming from Austin and Spanky playing with water guns. I laughed quietly.

"Anyway, I'd like to point out that I'm a female. Oliver is a dude. So, the voices are completely different. And our lyrics don't really resemble each other, as I don't quite refer to suicide and destruction. Whereas, BMTH has an entire album called 'Suicide Season'," I paused to take a breath, "But I'm not saying that BMTH is a bad band. We're just one-hundred percent different bands, in pretty much every way. In my opinion, we don't even sound the same. I wasn't even a fan of them until sometime last year."

"Wow," Taylor nodded. "Alright," she laughed nervously. She could sense my frustration.

"Let's talk about love. You single?"

"Yep!" I laughed. I felt awkward, though, as I thought back to the night Alex and I spent in our van. That night that seemed so long ago, but was really only a week or two away.

"We've got tons of Nalex shippers asking if you and Alex Gaskarth are dating, though."

"That's a little personal," I mumbled, half for myself, half for the camera. "But no...Alex and I are just friends. And Nalex?!" I laugh whole-heartedly. "That's awesome. It's one letter away from Jalex."

I paused.

"What is shipping?"

Taylor bit her lip and looked down, and she snorted.

"It's hard to explain," she giggled. "Next question?"

"Okay. What is shipping?"

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I could feel eyes on my back. They were curious eyes. Eyes of someone wondering what was going on in my mind, what I was thinking.

I turned.

Behind a group of people, holding a beer bottle and head slightly cocked, as Alex Gaskarth.

I furrowed my brow. He didn't break eye contact. He wasn't afraid. He was quite brave, actually, and I could sense that by just his gaze.

"I see you," he mouthed. I cracked a nervous smile. I hadn't spoken to him much after that night. And I hadn't really intended to.

"I see you too," i mouthed right back. I decided to be as fearless as Alex in that moment.

He came forward, still not breaking the contact. He bit his lip and narrowed his eyes.

As he got closer, he said, "I've been thinking about you a lot."

I stood up from the picnic table and met him halfway towards me. I adjusted my shorts and curled my toes, all while still watching him.

"I haven't," I admitted. "I don't really think about myself too much."

He grinned. "Lies," he declared. "Utter lies."

"Shut up," I smirked.

"Walk with me?" he asked. He nodded towards the buses, and gestured slightly with his beer-holding hand.

"Sure," I whispered. And that was when we finally broke eye contact.

We began walking into the darkness towards the buses. Where it gradually got quieter and the only thing I could hear was our own breathing.

"There are so many kids out there that are ready to kill themselves," He began, "but they don't because they miraculously find our music. And they save themselves."

I stared forward into the dark. We passed our van. I looked back at it, at the glowing red light of someon'e phone saying, "You have notifications."

But I listened to Alex.

"They always tell me, 'Alex, I used to cut myself, but your lyrics inspired me to save myself. To get help and to help others and to just stop'." He sighed. "They always call me their inspiration. Their savior."

"You are," I interrupted. "They look up to you."

"I know. And I love that. But I have no one to look up to. I'm always the one saving lives."

"You say this like it's a bad thing. Saving kids, I mean," I stuttered.

"It's not. It really isn't. It makes me so fucking happy that yet another life has been spared. That they didn't end up like my older brother."

"Did he commit suicide?"

"Yeah."

I nodded. Though he couldn't see it, I shed a small tear.

I reached my hand out and grabbed his free one. It was rough and much bigger than mine, but fitting mine inside of it felt right.

"I'm sorry," I whispered. "I know...um, what you must have felt. My mom died when I was six."

"She did?" Alex stopped. I almost fell forward, but he kept his grip and supported me.

"Yep. Horse back riding accident."

He stayed silent. I wondered if he was crying. He looked ahead towards his bus, which was about twenty feet away.

"Mind if we go in? Have a drink or two?" he asked, turning his head towards me. I shrugged.

We kept forward, and we both said nothing. There were no words to say.

We ended up curled together in his bunk, silent tears shed and leaked onto the sheets below, as we slowly drifted off to sleep with memories of those passed in our minds.

Comments

@Camille
Well, I hope you enjoyed it too :o

stop it stop it
1/27/14

@vikturgaskarth
Staying native :) Haha & thank you! Glad you enjoyed!

stop it stop it
1/27/14

I started to freak out because you used Wisconsin and then I was crying. Great story :)

vikturgaskarth vikturgaskarth
1/27/14

I started to freak out because you used Wisconsin and then I was crying. Great story :)

vikturgaskarth vikturgaskarth
1/27/14
Just finished readign it today. I almost bursted to tears. :(
Camille Camille
6/10/13