Dreaming With A Broken Heart
poppin' champagne
Sometime around two in the morning, Dash took notice that the majority of the crowd had vanished. She glanced around the room to see Jack giggling with a black Sharpie in his hand as he, Pierre, Alex and Jeff gathered around the couch and a sleeping Chuck. She caught Alex's eye; the boy gave her a quick and encouraging wink before she turned her attention back to the boy standing in front of her, continuing her conversation with the other Alex. The other Alex, who had the most perfect smile and eyes that Dash could lose herself in for days, seemed to know just what to say to wrap Dash around his little finger.
As Alex (the second) – or Singer, as she had been instructed to call him – chatted on about his new love of sushi, Dash found herself wondering how many beer she had allowed Chuck to force into her hand before he passed out. He had made no effort to disguise that he was trying to get his young friend drunk in what was probably an attempt to get Sam off her mind. What was the time difference between British Columbia and Ontario anyway, Dash wondered. Was it three hours or four? Either way, Sam was probably still asleep. He was never one for early rises. Or late nights either. Dash was sure that, had he been there, Sam would have gone to bed long before the crowd had left.
When she felt a warm hand on the small of her back, Dash filed away the thoughts of Sam into the darkest corners of her mind. It would do her no good to dwell on Sam, she reasoned. Sam was not here; Singer however, was there and standing extremely close to her small frame.
“I'm glad I had the chance to meet you, Dash,” Singer was saying as she focused her attention back to him. “Really glad.” He smiled down at her and she had no choice but to smile back at him; he was too adorable.
“Me too, Singer,” she replied, resting her hand on his forearm. Dash couldn't help but notice Singer's eyes flicker down to her lips. She found her eyes focusing on his as a reflex. They were quiet suddenly as Singer took a step closer to her and Dash's breath immediately caught in her throat.
A hand fell on her shoulder and Dash let out the breath she was holding. She glanced to her right to see Singer's friend and band mate, Alex Marshall, standing next to her with a huge grin on his face.
“Dude, we're gonna head out to the bar around the corner. You coming with us?” He directed his question at the two standing in front of him.
“I'll pass,” Dash said quickly, pulling her hair over to rest on her shoulder. “I'm not in much of a bar mood.” She felt Singer's eyes on her as he hesitated to respond to his friend.
“Ah, yeah. Sure, I guess so,” Singer said slowly.
Alex nodded and said a quick goodbye to Dash, telling Singer that he would round up the boys and meet him out front.
“I guess I'll see you later?” Singer questioned softly, not bothering to hide the disappointment in his voice. He looked up to see the small girl standing across from him with a grin on her face and an evil glint in her eyes.
“You can't actually think I'm going to let you leave, do you?” she said, teasingly, letting the alcohol take over her brain and body. She rested her hand on Singer's forearm and with the slightest amount of pressure, dragged her nails up the length of his arm. “How about you go and find Marshall, tell him changed your mind. Then you're going to meet me in the basement.”
“The basement?” Singer repeated, confused. Dash couldn't help but smile as she heard him swallow nervously.
“The basement,” she confirmed before stepping closer to press her lips to his scruff covered cheek and saying softly, “it's soundproof.”
×××
Dash was pulled from her deep sleep by the morning sun beaming into her bedroom window. She groaned as she squinted in the bright light, her head pounding. She mentally scolded herself for letting Chuck get her drunk. Though she did enjoy herself.
Her breath caught in her throat and her body froze as the mattress shifted next to her and someone let out a heavy sigh. She squeezed her eyes shut and mentally cursed, now terrified to roll over to find out who was laying next to her. Dash found herself hoping that she would find Baz or Alex or Chuck or someone equally harmless laying next to her semi-naked body.
Finally finding the courage to look, she turned her head to see a face surrounded by a mop of wavy brown hair. Gently, so that she would not wake the sleeping man, Dash pushed some of his hair out of his face to reveal the singer that she had spent the entire night talking to. What was his name? She couldn't place it. All Dash could remember was that he was a singer.
Ever so quietly, Dash pushed back the sheets covering her body and eased herself out of her bed, careful not to make even the slightest amount of noise. She picked up a pair of legging and a loose t-shirt that were sitting on her desk and pulled them on, before creeping out of the bedroom and closing the door behind her, only to slip into the room across the hall.
“Alex,” she murmured, shaking the sleeping frame of the lanky man. “Alex, wake up.”
She received a grunt in return. Dash rolled her eyes, shaking the man with more force. “Goddamn it, Alex. Wake the fuck up.”
He turned his head to face her, cracking an eye open. “What the fuck do you want?” he managed to croak out.
“Get up,” she said impatiently. “We're going for breakfast. My treat.”
Alex buried his face in his pillow. “I don't want food. I want sleep. Go away.”
Growing quickly tired with Alex, Dash tugged the blankets off his body, tossing them down at the foot of the bed. “Alex, there is currently a shaggy haired man in my bed and I need to be out of this house when he wakes up. I've volunteered you to entertain me. Now get up, get dressed and let's get food.”
At the mention of the man in her bed, Alex perked up, “there's a dude in your bed.”
Dash rolled her eyes. “Now that you heard. Get up and peak in before we leave. Maybe you can tell me how I actually know this guy.”
“Oh Dash,” he replied, sitting up, his hair sticking off at random angles from his head, “I think I'm rubbing off on you.”
She pouted at the singer as he stood from his bed. “Oh,” he continued, “if it was the same guy that you were talking to all night – beanie guy – that's Alex DeLeon. He sings with The Cab, great group of dudes. They're touring with your cousin and me this winter. But you were probably calling him Singer all night. It gets confusing as there's two Alexs in their band.”
“That's it!” she realized. “No wonder I could only remember he was a singer. He told me to call him that.”
“Crisis averted,” Alex said grinning. “DeLeon's a decent dude. He'll be fine when he wakes up. Now I can go back to sleep.”
“Fuck off,” she scowled. “Now come on. I don't know how late this guy is going to sleep.”
As Alex (the second) – or Singer, as she had been instructed to call him – chatted on about his new love of sushi, Dash found herself wondering how many beer she had allowed Chuck to force into her hand before he passed out. He had made no effort to disguise that he was trying to get his young friend drunk in what was probably an attempt to get Sam off her mind. What was the time difference between British Columbia and Ontario anyway, Dash wondered. Was it three hours or four? Either way, Sam was probably still asleep. He was never one for early rises. Or late nights either. Dash was sure that, had he been there, Sam would have gone to bed long before the crowd had left.
When she felt a warm hand on the small of her back, Dash filed away the thoughts of Sam into the darkest corners of her mind. It would do her no good to dwell on Sam, she reasoned. Sam was not here; Singer however, was there and standing extremely close to her small frame.
“I'm glad I had the chance to meet you, Dash,” Singer was saying as she focused her attention back to him. “Really glad.” He smiled down at her and she had no choice but to smile back at him; he was too adorable.
“Me too, Singer,” she replied, resting her hand on his forearm. Dash couldn't help but notice Singer's eyes flicker down to her lips. She found her eyes focusing on his as a reflex. They were quiet suddenly as Singer took a step closer to her and Dash's breath immediately caught in her throat.
A hand fell on her shoulder and Dash let out the breath she was holding. She glanced to her right to see Singer's friend and band mate, Alex Marshall, standing next to her with a huge grin on his face.
“Dude, we're gonna head out to the bar around the corner. You coming with us?” He directed his question at the two standing in front of him.
“I'll pass,” Dash said quickly, pulling her hair over to rest on her shoulder. “I'm not in much of a bar mood.” She felt Singer's eyes on her as he hesitated to respond to his friend.
“Ah, yeah. Sure, I guess so,” Singer said slowly.
Alex nodded and said a quick goodbye to Dash, telling Singer that he would round up the boys and meet him out front.
“I guess I'll see you later?” Singer questioned softly, not bothering to hide the disappointment in his voice. He looked up to see the small girl standing across from him with a grin on her face and an evil glint in her eyes.
“You can't actually think I'm going to let you leave, do you?” she said, teasingly, letting the alcohol take over her brain and body. She rested her hand on Singer's forearm and with the slightest amount of pressure, dragged her nails up the length of his arm. “How about you go and find Marshall, tell him changed your mind. Then you're going to meet me in the basement.”
“The basement?” Singer repeated, confused. Dash couldn't help but smile as she heard him swallow nervously.
“The basement,” she confirmed before stepping closer to press her lips to his scruff covered cheek and saying softly, “it's soundproof.”
×××
Dash was pulled from her deep sleep by the morning sun beaming into her bedroom window. She groaned as she squinted in the bright light, her head pounding. She mentally scolded herself for letting Chuck get her drunk. Though she did enjoy herself.
Her breath caught in her throat and her body froze as the mattress shifted next to her and someone let out a heavy sigh. She squeezed her eyes shut and mentally cursed, now terrified to roll over to find out who was laying next to her. Dash found herself hoping that she would find Baz or Alex or Chuck or someone equally harmless laying next to her semi-naked body.
Finally finding the courage to look, she turned her head to see a face surrounded by a mop of wavy brown hair. Gently, so that she would not wake the sleeping man, Dash pushed some of his hair out of his face to reveal the singer that she had spent the entire night talking to. What was his name? She couldn't place it. All Dash could remember was that he was a singer.
Ever so quietly, Dash pushed back the sheets covering her body and eased herself out of her bed, careful not to make even the slightest amount of noise. She picked up a pair of legging and a loose t-shirt that were sitting on her desk and pulled them on, before creeping out of the bedroom and closing the door behind her, only to slip into the room across the hall.
“Alex,” she murmured, shaking the sleeping frame of the lanky man. “Alex, wake up.”
She received a grunt in return. Dash rolled her eyes, shaking the man with more force. “Goddamn it, Alex. Wake the fuck up.”
He turned his head to face her, cracking an eye open. “What the fuck do you want?” he managed to croak out.
“Get up,” she said impatiently. “We're going for breakfast. My treat.”
Alex buried his face in his pillow. “I don't want food. I want sleep. Go away.”
Growing quickly tired with Alex, Dash tugged the blankets off his body, tossing them down at the foot of the bed. “Alex, there is currently a shaggy haired man in my bed and I need to be out of this house when he wakes up. I've volunteered you to entertain me. Now get up, get dressed and let's get food.”
At the mention of the man in her bed, Alex perked up, “there's a dude in your bed.”
Dash rolled her eyes. “Now that you heard. Get up and peak in before we leave. Maybe you can tell me how I actually know this guy.”
“Oh Dash,” he replied, sitting up, his hair sticking off at random angles from his head, “I think I'm rubbing off on you.”
She pouted at the singer as he stood from his bed. “Oh,” he continued, “if it was the same guy that you were talking to all night – beanie guy – that's Alex DeLeon. He sings with The Cab, great group of dudes. They're touring with your cousin and me this winter. But you were probably calling him Singer all night. It gets confusing as there's two Alexs in their band.”
“That's it!” she realized. “No wonder I could only remember he was a singer. He told me to call him that.”
“Crisis averted,” Alex said grinning. “DeLeon's a decent dude. He'll be fine when he wakes up. Now I can go back to sleep.”
“Fuck off,” she scowled. “Now come on. I don't know how late this guy is going to sleep.”
Notes
i strip down my dignitythey can take all of me
but they won't ever take
what i still believe.
i think i'm quite possibly the worst person for updating, like, ever. but look! another chapter. yay xD
Thanks to my one commentor:
SomewhereInNeverland
huge thanks to Maddi; for featuring this fic in her Fandom Spotlight article, in which she featured the ATL fandom. from what i can tell, it's definitely resulted in a few new subscribers! i hope that i don't disappoint and that i can get another update up soon.
OH MY GOD THEY WERE SO CLOSE
5/31/14