You Continue to Amaze Me Alexander Gaskarth
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“Alli, hurry up. We’re going to be late” said Izzy as she ran her fingers through her long dyed dark red and black hair that she had just finished curling and looked in the mirror. She had on a red and black mini-skirt with a red shirt that read ‘I wanna get with All Time Low’ and a black vest that went over it.
“Okay, Okay. Don’t get your bloody knickers in a twist girlie.” I replied back with my British accent that comes out whenever I’m annoyed or whenever someone scares me. I evened out my flame copper red hair that hasn’t been changed since high school and my outfit which was almost identical to my friend Izzy’s but instead of red and black, it was blue and black and the shirt said ‘I wanna be the muse that gives you inspiration for everything’ which was something that meant the most to me in my life. It all started back in high school…
“Now class, I want you to write at least two poems, one for each person, which can touch someone’s heart when they read it before the bell rings. You can work with partners or by yourself” said our teacher Mrs. Whittlebe. I was looking around the classroom to see if I could find a partner, but almost everyone already had someone. Right before I sat back down in my desk to get started; I saw Mr. Popular himself, Alexander William Gaskarth, walked over to me.
“Umm…I was wondering if you still needed a partner for the assignment?” he shyly asked as he looked down at his shoes and started scratching the back of his neck.
“Um, yeah I still need a partner” I replied back. As he sat down in the next chair beside me I was wondering what was the schools most popular guy doing sitting beside the schools’ total loner. Just as I was about to ask him that; I noticed he already had a blue pen sticking out of his mouth, a couple pieces of dark brown hair covering his even darker brown eyes, and a peaceful and thoughtful look on his face as he stared at the piece of blank paper in front of him.
“So…umm…Alex; what are you going to write for your poem?” I asked even more shyly than he did when he asked me to be partners.
“I just don’t know. I have too many ideas that I can use, but I want to pick the perfect one. What do you think…umm, sorry but what’s your name?
“It’s Allison; Allison Marie Jackson. About your ideas; just picture yourself as a stranger and you see the poem on the ground, figuring that a senior might have dropped it by accident. What would it read?
“Okay, thanks for that Allison.” He said and took the pen out of his mouth and started writing. Realizing that I haven’t even started mine yet; I too went to work on writing mine as well.
“Okay class; some of you should almost be done now. So now what I want you do is exchange each others poems and silently read them.” said Mrs. Whittlebe. Lucky for Alex and me, we had just finished ours.
“Okay, umm…here’s my poem; well it’s not really a poem, just some lyrics for a song that I was thinking of. Please don’t laugh.” Alex said as he handed me his poem and as I handed mine to him.
“I won’t. Can you not laugh at mine then?” I asked him to which he replied that he wouldn’t.
Alex’s Poem:
I’m gonna break down these walls I built around myself
I wanna fall so in love with you and no one else
Could ever mean half as much to me as you do now
Together we’ll move one, just don’t turn around
Let the walls break down.
Allison’s Poem:
Secret love, my escape
Take me far far away
Secret love, are you there
Will you answer my prayer
Please take me anywhere but here
Anywhere but here'
“Wow, Alex…that’s…that’s really good. What inspired you to write this? I asked him with a amazed and shocked expression on my face; because the only gossip I’ve heard about him is that he’ll date a girl then drop her five days later with no remorse, that he goes to a party every Friday, Saturday, and Sunday night and then ends up drunk as hell and in bed with a different girl each night, and that he once ended up in jail for starting a fight that had gotten so out of control that a Swat team had to come out and break it up.
“Truthfully?” he asked with a scared ‘What will she say if I told her’ look in his brown eyes.
“Yeah” I replied back pulling a piece of dyed Flame copper red hair that had some how gotten out of my ponytail and into my hazel eyes.
“Umm…Umm…youweretheonethatinspiredmetowriteit,becausei’mlovewithyou” he quietly rushed out and looked down on the white flooring of our classroom.
I didn’t know what to say. For one thing I barely even heard him; the second thing was that the only thing I got out was that I inspired him to write it, the last part was something about him being in love with someone; I didn’t even hear the name of who the girl was.
“Umm…Alex; I was wondering if you could repeat that just a little slower though” I replied back as I looked at the side of his brown head which was still staring at the ground.
With his head lifted slightly up so that I could look at him and hear what he said; he replied once again “You were the one that inspired me to write it, because I’m love with you”.
I looked into his brown eyes, while his eyes looked into my hazel ones, and said…
“You amaze me Alexander Gaskarth. You just amaze me more than you know.”
After that said; the bell had rang and we both gathered up our belongings and headed towards our separate classes; both of us not knowing when we would see each other again after graduation the next day.
“Allison…Allison, what are you doing? We have to hurry up before all the annoying screaming psycho fans get there” Izzy said into my ear.
“WHAT THE BLOODY FECKING HELL!!!! Don’t you know it’s rude to sneak up on people and not even knock? For all you know, I could have not even be dressed” I screamed and then replied to Izzy who thought it a great idea to come in my room of the apartment that we both shared that was close to the school, but that was still a good distances away from the venue.
“First off miss; don’t go all Brit on me alright. Second of all, you got up before me to get dressed; so yeah, I knew you were already dressed. Now hurry the hell up’ Izzy replied as she started throwing stuff that I needed like my phone, black IPod Nano, my keys to the car, my make-up, a brush just in case if it came out of the style that it was in, and a camera to take pictures of the boy I knew back in high school into my purse that she had grabbed while on her little rant.
After we both finally made it outside and into my car; we headed towards the Landscape Venue which was were All Time Low’s concert was being held. Yeah, so although I haven’t seen him in so long; I still hear what he’s done non-stop but that’s because Izzy was a big fan of theirs.
We were able to get in line before it really became fan rush hour. There was like about nineteen fans in front of us and, as we saw, about another nineteen, twenty, or thirty fans behind us. After safely making it to our designated spots and as the other fans started to flow in as while; the concert started up with the song Shameless from their album ‘So wrong; it’s right’.
I looked over to Izzy to see that she was singing along with all her heart in trying to be heard over the other fans that were screaming out the lyrics as well. I just looked up into Alex’s still dark brown eyes and his still brown hair that was now dyed blonde in some places and quietly said like I had all those years ago, but with a twist…
“You continue to amaze me Alexander Gaskarth. You just amaze me more than you know.”
