Terrible Things
Fight for her.
The plan was simple. We showed our passes to security and positioned ourselves in front of the stage. There was no way Vic would give me a mic to win her back, he wouldn't let me near the bus, I tried, so I would have to sing as loud as I possibly could. Carrie would see me singing with her and realise that she wasn't hurting me and talk to me again. The Pierce The Veil set was due to start at 11am and Hold On Till May was the fourth song out of the ten so I planned to leave exactly on eleven, that way I would be there for the song and avoid fans pre-show. I wasn't there to steal thunder, just Carrie. I adjusted my beanie in the mirror after spending at least half an hour meticulously arranging each lock. My plaid button up had the sleeves rolled up to just above my elbows and my american flag jeans were pulled up to show my ankles slightly because of the heat. I slipped on my vans and joined the rest of the band outside the bus.
“You ready, Alex?” I nodded at Zack and we crossed the venue towards the Hurley stage. It was stupid of us to have to park so far away from our stage when we arrived at the new destination, but oh well, it gave us a chance to talk to fans when we went anywhere. We were stopped multiple times on the way to the stage and happily stopped and posed for photos and signed things.
“Sorry girls, but Alex has an appointment with Caroline Fuentes.” Jack said as he pulled me away from my conversation. I heard the girls mutter about not knowing who the hell Caroline Fuentes was with an upset look on their faces. I was quite annoyed too, I was genuinely enjoying speaking to them. “It's nearly 11.15 Alex, we gotta go or you'll cut it too close to the mark.” I nodded and we picked up the pace, we still were half way to the stage and quickly running out of time. We were stopped twice more but managed to keep the encounters short. We flashed our passes to the security next to the barrier and slipped in front of the stage while Vic was belting his lungs out. Shit, his voice was high, we'd have to pull him in to collaborate some day. As the final notes were sung and the final chords played I prepared myself to catch the attention of the girl I so desperately and irrationally wanted to call my own. Carrie walked on stage and waved to the screaming fans as she sat on the stool next to Vic.
“This is my sister Carrie and this is a song she wrote with Alex Gaskarth about three years ago in their senior year at high school.” Vic took the acoustic guitar off the tech and made himself comfortable on the chair. “This is called Hold On Till May.” The familiar tune rang through the speakers and I smiled as I remembered our kiss, repressing the events that followed. I sung along, staring at Carrie, waiting for her to notice me, to see that I still knew our song, that I never forgot our fleeting friendship. Carrie stood to belt her high notes and knelt on the edge of the stage to sing to the crowd. Her stage presence was fantastic, it was a wonder she didn't have her own band. She leant further toward the crowd and scanned the audience, stopping when she saw my face. I smiled and waved and continued to sing, she, however, didn't. Carrie dropped her mic to her side and stood upright. She turned to look at a confused Vic and as the music faded so did the crowds voices, murmuring to each other, wondering what was going on. Tony and Jaime disappeared off stage and Jack and Rian whispered that they would go side stage to calm the guys.
“I told you not to talk to me Gaskarth.” Carrie shouted from the stage. The fans went silent and hundred of camera phones appeared to film the moment.
“I wasn't. I was singing our song.” I smiled, confident in Jacks plan.
“It's not our song, Alex. I wanted you to stay away from me! What part of I don't want to see or talk to you didn't you understand?” My confidence fell as a tall Mexican appeared next to me.
“It is our song. We composed it together.” I pressed myself against the stage, getting as close to her as I possibly could. “And I can't do that, Carrie. I can't stay away from you. I think I love you.” She stopped dead and stared at me, she looked between Zack and I with a shocked expression. A moment of hate passed over her as she stared at Zack and he shook his head at her. Her eyes pierced mine as she knelt on the edge of the stage and hoped to god she was leaning down to kiss me. A voice in the crowd began to chant my thoughts, 'Kiss, kiss, kiss.'. Carrie looked between the chanting crowd and myself and I hoped that she would give in to the fans wishes.
“Just kiss me. If you felt that electricity again you would know it was true, you would know that we need to be with each other.” I pleaded with her, my confidence in Jack's rare moment of brilliance fading.
“I don't love you. I never have, I never will. Leave me alone.” Caroline's voice faded to a whisper.
“CAROLINE!” I screamed and my world went black as Tony's fist made contact with my face.
“You ready, Alex?” I nodded at Zack and we crossed the venue towards the Hurley stage. It was stupid of us to have to park so far away from our stage when we arrived at the new destination, but oh well, it gave us a chance to talk to fans when we went anywhere. We were stopped multiple times on the way to the stage and happily stopped and posed for photos and signed things.
“Sorry girls, but Alex has an appointment with Caroline Fuentes.” Jack said as he pulled me away from my conversation. I heard the girls mutter about not knowing who the hell Caroline Fuentes was with an upset look on their faces. I was quite annoyed too, I was genuinely enjoying speaking to them. “It's nearly 11.15 Alex, we gotta go or you'll cut it too close to the mark.” I nodded and we picked up the pace, we still were half way to the stage and quickly running out of time. We were stopped twice more but managed to keep the encounters short. We flashed our passes to the security next to the barrier and slipped in front of the stage while Vic was belting his lungs out. Shit, his voice was high, we'd have to pull him in to collaborate some day. As the final notes were sung and the final chords played I prepared myself to catch the attention of the girl I so desperately and irrationally wanted to call my own. Carrie walked on stage and waved to the screaming fans as she sat on the stool next to Vic.
“This is my sister Carrie and this is a song she wrote with Alex Gaskarth about three years ago in their senior year at high school.” Vic took the acoustic guitar off the tech and made himself comfortable on the chair. “This is called Hold On Till May.” The familiar tune rang through the speakers and I smiled as I remembered our kiss, repressing the events that followed. I sung along, staring at Carrie, waiting for her to notice me, to see that I still knew our song, that I never forgot our fleeting friendship. Carrie stood to belt her high notes and knelt on the edge of the stage to sing to the crowd. Her stage presence was fantastic, it was a wonder she didn't have her own band. She leant further toward the crowd and scanned the audience, stopping when she saw my face. I smiled and waved and continued to sing, she, however, didn't. Carrie dropped her mic to her side and stood upright. She turned to look at a confused Vic and as the music faded so did the crowds voices, murmuring to each other, wondering what was going on. Tony and Jaime disappeared off stage and Jack and Rian whispered that they would go side stage to calm the guys.
“I told you not to talk to me Gaskarth.” Carrie shouted from the stage. The fans went silent and hundred of camera phones appeared to film the moment.
“I wasn't. I was singing our song.” I smiled, confident in Jacks plan.
“It's not our song, Alex. I wanted you to stay away from me! What part of I don't want to see or talk to you didn't you understand?” My confidence fell as a tall Mexican appeared next to me.
“It is our song. We composed it together.” I pressed myself against the stage, getting as close to her as I possibly could. “And I can't do that, Carrie. I can't stay away from you. I think I love you.” She stopped dead and stared at me, she looked between Zack and I with a shocked expression. A moment of hate passed over her as she stared at Zack and he shook his head at her. Her eyes pierced mine as she knelt on the edge of the stage and hoped to god she was leaning down to kiss me. A voice in the crowd began to chant my thoughts, 'Kiss, kiss, kiss.'. Carrie looked between the chanting crowd and myself and I hoped that she would give in to the fans wishes.
“Just kiss me. If you felt that electricity again you would know it was true, you would know that we need to be with each other.” I pleaded with her, my confidence in Jack's rare moment of brilliance fading.
“I don't love you. I never have, I never will. Leave me alone.” Caroline's voice faded to a whisper.
“CAROLINE!” I screamed and my world went black as Tony's fist made contact with my face.
CARRIE'S POV
I stared at Zack, he looked like he was still firm in what he had said before. As much as I wanted to jump off stage and fall into Alex's arms I resisted. So the electricity wasn't one sided, Alex had felt it too. But no, still, I reminded him of Chloe, I hurt him with every breath I took near him. I looked at Tony's white knuckles and hoped to god that Alex saw sense and didn't protest and end up with a broken nose.
“I don't love you.” I whispered. It was the most difficult lie I had ever told. “I never have, I never will.” I stared at Zack for a moment and then turned back to Alex, his face a statue of perfect shock and pain. “Leave me alone.” The last line struggled to escape my mouth, wanting to stay forever hidden, never heard by anyone. Alex's face turned from rage, to anger, to total passion as he screamed my name and reached out for me and Tony threw his fist into his nose.
“Tony!” I squealed as I jumped from the stage to the unconscious Alex. “What the fuck. Seriously?” I brushed Alex's hair back and told Zack to get the paramedics. The security pushed the raging crowd back, all screaming various messages, most hateful towards Tony. “Go inside, Tony.” I ordered as Jack and Rian came jumped off stage with Jaime and Mike.
This story is so good! OMG. I just found it and started reading it yesterday, and haven't stopped. I just caught up with all of the updates you have of it and really love it.
It's a very dark fan fic. Specifically with the first half, honestly one of the darkest I've read actually... like with that curse of everything happening on Sundays? Man... and you just kind of kept it up too. It was just very dark, and sad, but... different. And I really like that about this.
The second half seems to be deviating from that a little bit, but I sensed that coming back with the babies thing. I mean, not that I want anything to happen, but I almost feel you had something bad happening planned with the pregnancy. Perhaps not, perhaps that was just to raise some of the tone as opposed to keeping it happy go lucky, who knows. But I found it interesting how you did that.
I'm glad that Alex and Carrie finally got together, with the first part of this I was just screaming GET TOGETHER until they finally did. lol. And I was happy. :)
I found it a bit odd how they just took in those fans though. On a realistic writing level, the oddity of this story was the curse thing. But adding the fans thing in too, it just... it didn't really fit. Especially considering legalities and all of that. I feel like it was a little too easy that they gained guardianship.
But overall, I have enjoyed Alex and Carrie's love story. I'm sad to see it was never finished, so I'm leaving this comment to let you know if you ever do choose to finish it, I will be here to read, for sure. I'd love to see how it all ends for these two. Even if it's just a final chapter wrap up or something; I understand what it's like losing inspiration.
But yeah, sorry if this comment sounded harsh at all, but just wanted to leave my honest thoughts. I think you're a truly great writer, though, and hope you have at least kept up with it in your free time. :)
7/12/16