Fake It For Me
Thirteen.
We never talked about the kiss. Whenever Alex tried to bring it up, I easily avoided the question, changing the subject quickly. At first, I saw how it bugged Alex, not talking about it. I could see how frustrated he got when I’d change the subject but after awhile, I think he realized that I just wouldn’t talk about it. And knowing Alex, I knew it bothered and confused him but I was pretty sure he was happy with the way things are between us now.
We’d fallen into a comfortable pattern over the past week. I guess we’d re-established our ‘friend’ label and we hung out regularly. When I wasn’t with Alex, I was with Jack talking about Alex or listening to Jack talk about this girl he’d met in Boston who, after two minutes with, I believe he was head over heels for. When I hung out with Zack and Rian, it was usually during the wee hours of the morning, Rian and I would go get coffee together and I would return to the bus to play games with Zack and lose horribly.
I was happy. My issues with Alex were patched up (sort of) and I loved being able to be close to him and talk to him. I missed it before.
“Fallon.” Alex whispers, leaning against the merch booth while holding a towel over his head.
I giggle quietly as he looks around. “What are you doing?”
“I’m hiding.” He says quickly running around to my side of the table and crouching down under it. “This girl followed me into the bathroom and tried to grab my dick.”
I gasp, trying to stop myself from laughing. “What? You mean like this?” I reach for his crotch playfully knowing that he’ll jump back in surprise. He does, and falls onto the floor, his towel falling off his head.
“Fallon!” He groans, rolling over. “You’re such a bitch sometimes.”
I roll my eyes and open my mouth, ready to reply when a loud gasp comes from behind me. “Alex!”
His eyes widen and I turn around only to see a short, blonde haired girl with glasses, her gaze settled directly on Alex. Alex scrambles up and hides behind my chair and I look back at him and then at the girl who’s small little brown eyes are now settled on me.
“That’s her. That’s the girl who tried to fucking rape me.” Alex whispers into my hair. His breath tickles my neck and I smile at the feeling.
The girls marches forward, her eyes now never leaving Alex and she pulls a smile up onto her face. “Alex hey! I’m a huge fan and I was wondering if I could have your autograph and a picture?”
She completely ignores me and that’s fine. But I don’t like they way she’s looking at Alex, as if she waiting for just the right opportunity to drag him away into her basement.
Alex squeaks a little in reply and I shake my head at him. “Alex can’t right now.” I say to the girl, who still doesn’t acknowledge me. “He’s late for soundcheck.” This is complete bullshit and she knows it, but something about this girl makes me so uneasy.
“I just want a picture.” The girl says, her eyes narrowing. “I’m a fan so you have to take a picture with me.” Her tone is almost demanding and Alex’s hand is gripping mine tightly.
“No he doesn’t.” I reply flatly. “He would take a picture with you, if you weren’t being so creepy right now.”
Now the girl's beady eyes glare at me, her face is twisted into an unattractive expression and I can tell she's getting worked up because she's not getting her way. “Who are you again?”
“I’m Alex’s girlfriend. And you’re freaking us out. So you can leave now or we’ll call security.”
She doesn’t say anything. She just stares at me and although I’m actually so creeped out and my insides are swimming, I stare back. Then she turns to leave and I let out the breath that I’d been holding.
And then out of nowhere something comes launching at me, pushing me back so my head bangs against the floor and my back against the hard metal of the chair. I groan, wondering what the hell that was, before realizing that it was that girl. She’d jumped over the table and pushed me down and now she was screaming something loudly while getting up and reaching for Alex. I couldn’t see very well, my head began throbbing and my vision was fading, everything growing darker until it was all black.
…
“She’s fine mom. I just can't believe this happened to her. Yes mom, I'll call you later. I love you too, bye.”
I groan and try to lift my hand to my head in an attempt to stop the pounding, but I can’t. My hand feels like it's too heavy to lift and when I try, pain shoots through my wrist all the way up to my fingertips. “Fal?” I hear Alex’s voice softly. I open my eyes and blink quickly trying to understand my surroundings.
I seem to be in a hospital bed and my right arm is in a sling. My head is pounding with a sharp, throbbing pain and my wrist stings like crazy. “What the hell hapened to me?” I mumble my voice still groggy from sleep.
“I’m so, so fucking sorry Fal. This is all my fault.” Alex sighs, and sits in the chair next to my bed. “What do you remember?” He asks, taking my good hand in his.
I close my eyes, trying to find my last memory. “I, I think we were at the table and there was this girl. I don’t know who she was, but I think she made me feel weird.”
Alex nods and presses my hand to his lips. “She,” He blows out a sigh. “I don’t even fucking know. She attacked you Fal. You told her to leave and then she just jumped over the table and slammed you down. I was so scared. So fucking scared when I saw your head just snap back like that. And then she got up and she started grabbing at my shirt and she was stepping all over you and oh my God I don’t fucking know Fallon. I’m just so fucking sorry.”
“Hey, it’s not your fault.” I say quietly, wishing I could run my hand through his hair. I knew that that always made him feel better when he was upset. But Alex still hand my hand firmly him his grasp and I could feel the warmth of his lips against my palm.
“Yes it is. Fuck, I should’ve told that girl to go away. It should be me sitting in this bed, not you.”
“Come here.” I say, pulling him up onto the bed with my hand. I’m not sure if I’m allowed to do this, but I want to.
Alex doesn’t say anything. He kicks off his shoes and climbs onto the bed with me. “I’m so sorry.” He says again after a while.
I look up at him, smiling. “You don’t have to be. Where’s everyone else?”
“They’re cancelling a few tour dates.”
“What?”
“Fallon, I’m not going on tour knowing that you’re locked up in a hospital because of me. I can’t just leave you alone.” Alex wraps an arm around me and I happily snuggle into his embrace.
We’re silent for awhile and I’m happy, comfortable to just sit with Alex. I don’t think about what this could mean for us later. I don’t think about our past. I’m happily in the present, in the now with Alex. After a while I feel myself dozing off and I smile and try to snuggle into Alex more, without hurting my injured hand.
“Alex?” I say, my voice already getting sleepy, my lids already drooping shut.
“Hmm?” He replies, stroking my hair.
“I’m so happy you’re here.” I whisper as I doze off into sleep. I don’t know if he heard me, but I hope he did. Because it's true. I was happy with Alex here with me and I couldn’t imagine feeling this happy with anyone else.
We’d fallen into a comfortable pattern over the past week. I guess we’d re-established our ‘friend’ label and we hung out regularly. When I wasn’t with Alex, I was with Jack talking about Alex or listening to Jack talk about this girl he’d met in Boston who, after two minutes with, I believe he was head over heels for. When I hung out with Zack and Rian, it was usually during the wee hours of the morning, Rian and I would go get coffee together and I would return to the bus to play games with Zack and lose horribly.
I was happy. My issues with Alex were patched up (sort of) and I loved being able to be close to him and talk to him. I missed it before.
“Fallon.” Alex whispers, leaning against the merch booth while holding a towel over his head.
I giggle quietly as he looks around. “What are you doing?”
“I’m hiding.” He says quickly running around to my side of the table and crouching down under it. “This girl followed me into the bathroom and tried to grab my dick.”
I gasp, trying to stop myself from laughing. “What? You mean like this?” I reach for his crotch playfully knowing that he’ll jump back in surprise. He does, and falls onto the floor, his towel falling off his head.
“Fallon!” He groans, rolling over. “You’re such a bitch sometimes.”
I roll my eyes and open my mouth, ready to reply when a loud gasp comes from behind me. “Alex!”
His eyes widen and I turn around only to see a short, blonde haired girl with glasses, her gaze settled directly on Alex. Alex scrambles up and hides behind my chair and I look back at him and then at the girl who’s small little brown eyes are now settled on me.
“That’s her. That’s the girl who tried to fucking rape me.” Alex whispers into my hair. His breath tickles my neck and I smile at the feeling.
The girls marches forward, her eyes now never leaving Alex and she pulls a smile up onto her face. “Alex hey! I’m a huge fan and I was wondering if I could have your autograph and a picture?”
She completely ignores me and that’s fine. But I don’t like they way she’s looking at Alex, as if she waiting for just the right opportunity to drag him away into her basement.
Alex squeaks a little in reply and I shake my head at him. “Alex can’t right now.” I say to the girl, who still doesn’t acknowledge me. “He’s late for soundcheck.” This is complete bullshit and she knows it, but something about this girl makes me so uneasy.
“I just want a picture.” The girl says, her eyes narrowing. “I’m a fan so you have to take a picture with me.” Her tone is almost demanding and Alex’s hand is gripping mine tightly.
“No he doesn’t.” I reply flatly. “He would take a picture with you, if you weren’t being so creepy right now.”
Now the girl's beady eyes glare at me, her face is twisted into an unattractive expression and I can tell she's getting worked up because she's not getting her way. “Who are you again?”
“I’m Alex’s girlfriend. And you’re freaking us out. So you can leave now or we’ll call security.”
She doesn’t say anything. She just stares at me and although I’m actually so creeped out and my insides are swimming, I stare back. Then she turns to leave and I let out the breath that I’d been holding.
And then out of nowhere something comes launching at me, pushing me back so my head bangs against the floor and my back against the hard metal of the chair. I groan, wondering what the hell that was, before realizing that it was that girl. She’d jumped over the table and pushed me down and now she was screaming something loudly while getting up and reaching for Alex. I couldn’t see very well, my head began throbbing and my vision was fading, everything growing darker until it was all black.
…
“She’s fine mom. I just can't believe this happened to her. Yes mom, I'll call you later. I love you too, bye.”
I groan and try to lift my hand to my head in an attempt to stop the pounding, but I can’t. My hand feels like it's too heavy to lift and when I try, pain shoots through my wrist all the way up to my fingertips. “Fal?” I hear Alex’s voice softly. I open my eyes and blink quickly trying to understand my surroundings.
I seem to be in a hospital bed and my right arm is in a sling. My head is pounding with a sharp, throbbing pain and my wrist stings like crazy. “What the hell hapened to me?” I mumble my voice still groggy from sleep.
“I’m so, so fucking sorry Fal. This is all my fault.” Alex sighs, and sits in the chair next to my bed. “What do you remember?” He asks, taking my good hand in his.
I close my eyes, trying to find my last memory. “I, I think we were at the table and there was this girl. I don’t know who she was, but I think she made me feel weird.”
Alex nods and presses my hand to his lips. “She,” He blows out a sigh. “I don’t even fucking know. She attacked you Fal. You told her to leave and then she just jumped over the table and slammed you down. I was so scared. So fucking scared when I saw your head just snap back like that. And then she got up and she started grabbing at my shirt and she was stepping all over you and oh my God I don’t fucking know Fallon. I’m just so fucking sorry.”
“Hey, it’s not your fault.” I say quietly, wishing I could run my hand through his hair. I knew that that always made him feel better when he was upset. But Alex still hand my hand firmly him his grasp and I could feel the warmth of his lips against my palm.
“Yes it is. Fuck, I should’ve told that girl to go away. It should be me sitting in this bed, not you.”
“Come here.” I say, pulling him up onto the bed with my hand. I’m not sure if I’m allowed to do this, but I want to.
Alex doesn’t say anything. He kicks off his shoes and climbs onto the bed with me. “I’m so sorry.” He says again after a while.
I look up at him, smiling. “You don’t have to be. Where’s everyone else?”
“They’re cancelling a few tour dates.”
“What?”
“Fallon, I’m not going on tour knowing that you’re locked up in a hospital because of me. I can’t just leave you alone.” Alex wraps an arm around me and I happily snuggle into his embrace.
We’re silent for awhile and I’m happy, comfortable to just sit with Alex. I don’t think about what this could mean for us later. I don’t think about our past. I’m happily in the present, in the now with Alex. After a while I feel myself dozing off and I smile and try to snuggle into Alex more, without hurting my injured hand.
“Alex?” I say, my voice already getting sleepy, my lids already drooping shut.
“Hmm?” He replies, stroking my hair.
“I’m so happy you’re here.” I whisper as I doze off into sleep. I don’t know if he heard me, but I hope he did. Because it's true. I was happy with Alex here with me and I couldn’t imagine feeling this happy with anyone else.
Notes
so this is a filler chapter idk i'm not too crazy about itBUT I READ THIS FIC CA:LED FIREWORKS AND OMG
i really feel like i have to tell someoen about it ok so i read it last night and i was up until like 3 in the morning and then THE END i was crying for like 20 minutes ok so i recommend it because its so great and perfect YOU SHOULD ALL READ IT
I just found this story and loved it. If you ever wanted to finish it, I'll be here to read it!
5/21/17