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Dreaming With A Broken Heart

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Dash let out a frustrated sigh, pulling articles from the pile of the clothes that had gathered at the base of her closet. She was running late. She had bailed on lunch with her best friend twice the past week in favour of spending time in the studio with the band, writing and testing out a few new tracks for their sophomore album. But Dash would be leaving within the next two weeks, with her sights set on Vancouver, and Carson demanded a final meal with her friend before Dash toured the country for the next month.

After the release of the band’s EP, they turned their focus to the development of their second album, as promised to their label. Spending time away from the familiarity of her day-to-day life and the things that reminded her of Sam ending up being exactly what Dash needed. She and Ezra had gone into the studio two days after the New Year with the beginnings of a new song. Now, at the end of January, Hanging on for Hope were about halfway through completing their new album.

Dash heard her phone beep from it’s position on her bed. Pulling her recently trimmed black hair into a ponytail, she ignored it, focusing her attention on finding her other brown boot.

“Where the hell is that thing?”

“Talking to yourself again?”

Dash glanced up to see Kane standing in the doorway of her room. “Hush. I can’t find my other boot.”

“Check under your bed.”

Raising an eyebrow skeptically, Dash shrugged and lowered herself to her knees, peeking under her mattress, and letting out a cry of victory as she spotted the missing boot. She pulled it from underneath the bed. “What would I do without you?”

“Walk around shoeless?” Kane teased. “Where are you going?”

“Lunch with Carson, I’ve bailed on her twice already, she’d kill me if I was late.” Dash situated herself in front of a mirror, dabbing on a light layer of concealer and brushing on a quick coat of mascara in an attempt to brighten up her face. “Do I look like I’m going on three hours sleep?”

“Three hours? What the hell were you doing last night?”

Dash rolled her eyes and turned to look at her bandmate. “Ezra was over and writing went a bit late. He didn’t leave until about five a.m. But more important: does it look like I didn’t go to bed until five a.m.?”

“A little,” came Kane’s response.

“It’ll have to do.” Dash stood up, digging around her purse for her lip balm. “Oh!” She looked up at her friend, “what are you doing here anyway? Did you need something?”

“Oh! Right, I almost forgot the actual reason I came here. First, I came to get that shirt I left at your place ages ago, did you pack it with you? The light blue button up?” Dash nodded in reply, going back to her closet and digging around in the back. “And second, I came here to tell you that our flight’s booked for the eighth of February. I’m not sure on the time, but I think Garrett’s going to give us all the details during our studio session tomorrow. Just a heads up.”

Dash pursed her lips and tossed the blue shirt she had pulled from her wardrobe. “Okay. Why the sudden need of this particular shirt?”

Kane’s cheeks flushed as he kept his gaze on the shirt in his hands. “I - uh - I have a date tonight actually. And I really like this shirt.” He raised his eyes, daring Dash to tease him.

Instead, his friend flashed him a smile. “Good for you, Kane. What’s his name?”

Kane’s blush deepened. “Ah, her, actually. Her name is Maggie and she works with Audrey,” he said, referring to his older sister. “Now, I should really get going. I think I’ve embarrassed myself enough for one afternoon.”

“Good luck!” Dash called to her best friend as he left her apartment. She smiled to herself as her phone beeped again and she remembered that she was supposed to be leaving to meet Carson. Grabbing her phone and purse from the bed, she checked her message as she went out the door.

From: AWG
We get in Vancouver on the 7th. When are you getting in?!

From: AWG
Jack’s already planning tour pranks. Be warned.

To: AWG
Tell Barakitty to bring it. See you on the 8th babe!

×××
Dash reached across the aisle, giving Ezra’s shoulder a quick shake. “Wake up,” she whispered. “We’re landing.” The shaggy haired musician blinked blearily and nodded, reaching down to fasten the belt around his waist.

The raven haired girl stretched her arms above her head, feeling her back crack as she did so. She lowered her arms before raising them again to pull her hair into a ponytail and out of her face. She and the rest of the band had left Montreal early that morning and due to the time difference within her country, it was only seven a.m. in Vancouver. She felt Kane grip the arm rest between them as the plane landed on the airstrip and came to a slow stop. All she wanted was to get to her cousin’s house and take a long nap.

Unfortunately for her, Garrett had scheduled multiple phone interviews and Skype calls for the band in order to generate some last minute hype about their newest album in the works.

“I can’t wait to get a Red Bull,” Kane groaned, rubbing his hands over his face. Dash grinned, placing a hand on her friend’s shoulders.

“We’ll get you one, as soon as we get off this plane,” she promised.

“Is Sebastién meeting us at the airport this time?” Spencer asked, turning around in her seat to look at her brother and bandmate.

Dash shook her head in response. “The guys had some other things they had to do this morning. Radio interviews around town, I think.”

Before long, Garrett had rustled his group together and they were making their way out of the luggage pick-up. Dash stifled a yawn behind her hand as she wrapped the other hand around Ezra’s elbow, walking behind the pack together.

“This tour should be fun,” he commented, his voice slightly more awake than it had been minutes before.

Dash nodded her head. “It’ll be nice to get to spend so much time with the Simple Plan guy.”

“And to see Alex and Jack again,” Ezra replied.

She shrugged in response. “Yeah it’ll be fun. But I don’t expect to see much of them until we actually start the tour.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure of that,” Kane called over his shoulder, clearly eavesdropping on the conversation happening between his friends.

“What…?” Dash’s query trailed off as they exited the baggage claim, where various family members and friends were waiting for their loved ones who had been with Dash on the flight. Mingled with these random strangers stood a lanky boy, with sunglasses hiding his eyes, a black beanie covering his sandy brown hair, and a piece of paper clutched in his hand with the word “FRENCHIE” scrawled across the front.

Breaking away from her group, Dash approached the young man, who pulled off his sunglasses when she stopped in front of him.

“Frenchie, huh?”

Alex Gaskarth grinned down at the girl in front of him and opened his arms. “Miss me?”

She let out a small chuckle and shook her head, stepping into his embrace. “If that’s what you need to hear to sleep at night.”

Alex feigned a look of hurt, before reaching down to take the suitcase out of Dash’s hands. “I’m going to forget you said that.” At this point, the rest of the band had reached the couple and Alex raised a hand in greeting. “Kane, Ezra, nice to see you again.”

Before either of the boys could response, Spencer pushed her way to the front of the group, eyeing Alex with a serious look on her face. “So you’re the Alex that our girl can’t shut up about?” Alex grinned at this, while Dash rolled her eyes.

“That would be me.”

Spencer cocked an eyebrow and gave Alex a long look over, before looking at Dash. “Yeah, you two should really just bang.”

“Oh mon dieu,” Dash murmured, letting her head fall into her hands. “You have all lost it. Can we please get out of this airport?”

Her friends all laughed together before making their way out of the airport. Alex caught up to Dash, tossing his free arm around her shoulders. “Even though you’re being a little bitch and refuse to tell me that you miss me, I’ll say it: I missed you, Frenchie. Life’s a little dull without you around.”

Spencer dropped back to walk next to her brother, keeping an eye on the couple walking in front of them. “How long do you think it’ll take them?”

Kane followed his sister’s gaze and smiled when he saw her watching Alex and Dash. “Two weeks.” Spencer snorted in reply, shaking her mane of burgundy hair.

“I give them to the second show.”

Notes

when it's all said and done
you can walk instead of run
cause no matter what you'll
never be alone.

Comments

OH MY GOD THEY WERE SO CLOSE

I love this story!

I aboslutely love this!
daMN I NEED MOoRe
sydnerella sydnerella
7/10/13
I'm so anxious to read more, oh my God :3
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7/9/13