Arrogant Boy [12] Alex Gaskarth

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Created by jessyeahff on Friday, September 18, 2009

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“I’m going to miss you, so much.” Alex said into my hair.

We were in the airport and my flight was boarding. I had said goodbye to the rest of the guys and the various other people I had met over the last month before coming to the airport. Now, it was just Alex and I.

“It’s going to be weird without you.” I mumbled, turning my face and kissing his neck lightly.

“I know baby, but I’ll see you soon.” He mentioned, in an attempt to cheer us both up. “And we do have phones so if you’re ever lonely I’m just a phone call away.”

“Yeah, I guess.” I said sadly. I pulled out of our embrace and kissed his lips for the final time. “Bye Alex.” I whispered against his lips. He pressed his back to mine a few more times before kissing my cheek and allowing me to go.

As soon as my ticket had been checked, I turned around and waved at a forlorn looking Alex. He waved back and shoved his hands in his pockets. My heart thumped heavily in my chest as I turned and made my way toward the plane.


New York City. How I had missed this place, my home. It was loud and obnoxious but beautiful and serene at the same time.

Except, I couldn’t help but feel a little empty here, something was missing. I knew it was him, and I snuck a glance at the ring on my finger which brought both a smile and a frown to my face – if that’s even possible. What kind of situation had I landed myself in?

Alex’s Mom had called him the morning I left and interrogated him about our status. He told her that we were engaged but wanted it to be a long engagement. She bought it, thankfully.

I was placing a tray of the most delicious looking cupcakes I think I had ever made under the shop counter and as soon as I looked up I came face to face with none other than my father.

“Dad?” I asked sceptically, wiping my hands on my black apron.

“How dare you not come Sunday evening.” He spoke sharply.

“I was in Maryland Dad.” I said exasperatedly.

“I told you to come back.” He growled.

“When have I ever listened to you?”

He scoffed. “I suppose that’s true. We rescheduled anyway, dinner is tonight, at our loft.”

“Good for you.” I said sarcastically, cleaning the counter a little.

“You are expected to come.”

“Again, when have I ever listened to you? What gives you the right to order me around? I’m twenty years old!”

“I am your father, I have given you everything!” he yelled angrily.

“I’ve been completely independent since I was seventeen Dad.”

“And who bought you your apartment? Who gave you this shop? Who payed for everything?”

“What do you want from me?”

“I want you to come to dinner tonight at six. Dress nicely.” He looked me up and down and frowned before walking out of the bakery.

I rolled my eyes and looked at my watch. 11:00am.

The day went on and went by far too quickly for my liking. I stole a cupcake from one of the emptier trays and placed it in a bag for myself before putting the rest of the left over goods into boxes and bags ready to be picked up by Marty. Marty worked for an organisation that went around to various food places, picking up the leftover food and distributed it out to the homeless people around the City.

I left the food at the door before locking up and walking – as slowly as possible – back to my apartment, picking at my cupcake along the way.

Once I got to the apartment – it didn’t feel like home anymore, so I didn’t refer to it as that – I stripped off my clothes and jumped into the shower. After drying myself and blow-drying my hair, I applied a little makeup and threw on a dress. My phone began to ring and I put it on speaker as I put on all my accessories.

(Outfit =

“Hello?” I answered, putting my earrings in.

“Hey baby! Missing me?” Alex’s smooth, melodic voice instantly brought a smile to my face.

“No, never.” I said seriously.

“Don’t lie.”


“You love me.”

“I’m having dinner with my parents tonight. My Dad yelled at me for not going last time.” I told him, sitting down on my bed and playing with the engagement ring.

“Maybe they miss you El, they are your parents.”

“Yeah but they haven’t missed me for three years why are they starting now?”

“They probably realised that they have an amazing daughter and they want her to be a part of their lives.”

“That was sweet. What’re you doing?” I asked, changing the subject.

“Packing for tour, the house feels weird without you; I have to cuddle Bas at night.” I giggled.

“I’m sure he loves that. It feels weird to be back here, I don’t even like my apartment anymore.” I grabbed my clutch and chucked in a chapstick, some cash and my keys.

“Oh well, maybe we can make your move to Maryland permanent someday.” Alex said. A smile spread across my face as I pulled my shoes on and walked out into the front of the apartment.

“Maybe.” I teased. “I have to get going Alex, I’ll talk to you soon.”

“Alright, later babe.” He paused before adding, “I love you.” I heard the boys in the background laugh and make whipping noises. I laughed.

“I love you too, have fun on tour.”

He made kissy noises and I hung up, laughing at his antics.

I walked out of the apartment, locked the door and waved down a cab. I told the driver my parents’ address and sat back, preparing myself for the hell that was likely to ensue.


“Ella! Honey, you look beautiful!” my mother gushed as she ushered me in from the elevator.

“Thank you mother.” I said politely. I had promised myself that I would be civil tonight, for my sake; I wasn’t in the mood to argue.

“Ella.” My Dad, nodded at me as I entered the living room where my father sat with an older a couple a guy around my age.

“Dad.” I smiled.

“Sheryl, Joe, this is our daughter Ella.”

“Oh isn’t she stunning, Margie!” the blonde woman exclaimed.

“Yes, she is.” My mother said proudly. “And Ella, this is Christian DeMarco, Sheryl and Joe’s son, he’s twenty-two.”

I turned my attention to the handsome guy sitting on the loveseat by himself.

“Hi, I’m Ella.” I held out my right hand, but instead he lightly took hold of my left.

“Beautiful ring.” He admired, I shut my eyes quickly. I had meant to take the ring of before I came.

“Thank you.” I whispered.

“Ella! What is this?” my mother said, roughly taking my hand from Christian’s hold and looking at the ring before dropping my hand all together. Her eyes were narrowed and I looked at my father to see his were much the same.

“I, um, I’m engaged.” I stuttered.

“You’re what?” my mother asked menacingly.

“To whom?” my father boomed at the same time.

“Um, his name’s Alex.” I said nervously. Every pair of eyes in the room were on me and I felt my face heat up under their stares.

“Congratulations sweetheart.” The woman, Sheryl, said, kissing me on the cheek.

“Yes, congratulations.” Her husband said, smiling at me.

“He’s a very lucky guy.” Christian said.

“Thank you.” I said softly to them.

“Could I speak with you for a moment Ella.” My mother said acidicly, grabbing my arm and pulling me into the kitchen.

“What the hell are you playing at?”

“What do you mean? I’m not allowed to get engaged?”

“No! You are not!” she screeched.

“Why the hell not?” I seethed.

“Because your father and I – “

“It makes no difference what you and Dad want or have planned. It’s my life.” I yelled at her.

“What did we do to deserve you?” my mother whispered.

“Nothing Mom, you did nothing. Luck just wasn’t on your side.”

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