Flip me over
I know I'm not your favorite record.
The songs you grow to like never stick at first
So I'm writing you a chorus
And here is your verse.
I cursed the fact that north stage was so close to the Silverstein tent. Patrick's voice filled my ears as I handed a boy a shirt and he handed me money. I tried to drown it out as much as possible. "We got one more song," I heard Patrick breathe in the microphone. There were several pleasant moments of silence and then started up on Dance, Dance.
I drowned myself in the next couple minutes and then got ready for the huge rush of kids leaving the stage. We stopped sales for a minute until the rush had subsided. But after it had all disappeared, an even worse sound filled my ears: the screaming of girls. I looked out and saw three men dressed in black, the boys of Fall Out Boy and a girl who looked around my age walking close to Patrick. God. Justin was right and all I wanted to do was smack him for it.
I could have sworn Patrick's eyes darted straight at me but that could have just been my nerves. Or the fact he's gorgeous. Or the fact we fucked last night. Who knows.
Then he wrapped his arm around the girl's waist after tearing his eyes off me. She was hot. But I was hotter.
Fuck, what's wrong with me? Justin's right. And as each second passed, all I wanted to do was apologize to everyone. Justin. Patrick. Patrick's girlfriend... "Gentry, I have to go. Thanks for letting me help out." Oh yeah, I'm Miss America.
"Oh, thanks for helping!" She pulled out some cash from her pocket and handed it to me.
"Thanks. I'll be back tomorrow." I walked away and headed for the other stage. Justin and kids were going to be on in a few minutes. I wanted to see him and apologize to him right after they were done. The crowd wasn't as big as Fall Out Boy's but very intense. I stood near the back and folded my arms across my chest. They were in the middle of Better Open The Door. Kids were going crazy but all I could do was watch Justin. Unlike Patrick, he didn't seem to notice me at all. I wondered if that was on purpose. Would he ever forgive me? Doubtful. I don't deserve to be forgiven. I deserve to fall in a ditch and lay there until the end of time. And that's nothing compared to how I feel.
Their set seemed to last longer than ever. They finally ended with The Future Freaks Me Out, where the fourteen-year-olds finally found a song they knew the words to. Justin barely sang, like usual. Who could blame him. Who could blame him for anything? Certainly not me. It's never Justin's fault. And if it's between me and him, it's always me. Why must he be so incredible?
I pushed through the crowd to reach the stage and I walked behind it, finding the boys sweaty and tired. "Justin," I said barely aloud at all and he heard me. He put his glasses on and looked at me, then just as quickly, looked away. I rolled my eyes and went over to him. "Justin please talk to me."
"Why would you want to talk to me?" he snapped slowly, putting down his guitar.
"Because I know you didn't mean what you said."
"Don't be so arrogant," he said coldly. "I did." He began to walk away.
"Well then why are you being such a jerk? Why do you hate me all of a sudden?"
"Lacie, just stop. We don't need to talk. We need time apart." He looked at me for a moment before walking away for good. Okay. I'm not going to cry. Cry over Justin? Psh. I headed back to the Silverstein tent. There were chicks over there. For some reason, guys start more drama with me than chicks. I started to walk back through the dust and dirt, the kids, the discarded fliers for tiny bands no one cares about, when I walked into someone.
"Woah! I-I'm sorry-" I looked at him. Oh God. "Nick.
He half-grinned. "You..."
I nodded in expectance to myself. "You forgot my name..."
"No!" He shook his head, his dark hair falling into his flawless face. "You're Lacie! I could never forget you."
I blushed. I don't think he realized how much that statement meant to me. "Really?"
"Yeah."
Then there was silence. And it was awkward. "Well I guess I'll see you around," I said smiling at him."
"Yeah, definately," he said warmly, smiling back and he walked off in the opposite direction. I sighed. Nick Wheeler. Nothing could keep me from loving that boy. There's just something about him that lights up a room.
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