36 days later by Katerina Rose (books for 7th graders .txt) 📖

get you hooked into a new one?" He sighed. "I don't know kiddo this might be it for you guys.... but maybe thats best? If this is what is going to happen to you, maybe you need a normal life.."

"But I'm not ready to give up on it? I still want to sing...

he sighed and let go of me.

"So thats it?"

He shook his head. "I've tried everything..."

I stood there, in frustration.... "Do you know where he's staying?" I asked.

Alex gave me his address, crashing on a band mates couch...

I got in my car and took off before I could rethink this horrible decision.

I pulled up to the house and took a deep breath... "Remember, no matter what he says, you want this for your fans, you want this for your self... you only need his guitar, you can do this without being romantically linked... he's your guitar player, he's nothing more."
I started for the house.


I braced myself for the awkward impact and rang the doorbell.   A girl answered.

"Can I help you?"

"---Is Daniel here"  I asked, already wanting to kill him and her.

She nodded and motioned for me to come in. 

"no,... I can't stay I just need to talk to him for a sec" 

She nodded again and left the door open and walked away.

A second later Daniel appeared in the doorway.  He shut it behind him and came out on the porch.

"What are you doing here..."


"Look, I'm going to say this quick before I change my mind...this isn't what I want either but if we want to finish this we have to do what they ask. Alex can't switch us lables, and I can't give this up"

"Maybe its time I did..." He sighed.

"Are you fricking kidding me right now?"

"It does nothing but tear my life apart"

"Music, and touring isn't the reason your life is in shambles  you poor effing baby" I snapped. "Your an idiot and make horrible decision, thats why your life sucks... now put your big boy pants on and call that lady and tell her you accept... because I swear to God if your the only reason my career ends I will haunt you long after I'm dead..."  I pointed at him.

He smiled.

"What the hell is funny.."

"Forgot how funny it is when your angry, your like a small wind up toy, you get to a point where you won't wind up anymore and you just.... go off..."  he laughed. 

"What the hell just call her please..."  I rolled my eyes.

"You want to work with me..."

"I want my music back..."   

he nodded...

"Do you wanna know who the girl is?" He asked as he pulled out his cell phone.

"Its not necessary to my life at this point no...."

"Its adam's fiance...  adam, my band mate....  her name is tori"  He half smiled.

I felt stupid. but I wasn't going to let that show.

"Good for her.... "  I started off the porch.. He caught my arm.

"Alex... Hey, ....so Cass and I decided to do it anyway..." -----"Yeah she's here"----"No, I'm still  intact,.." he laughed "Yeah so tell her we will be in the studio next week....  thanks."

He hung up the phone and smiled at me.

"what..."

"Do you wanna come in?"

"No... its best we don't hang out"


He nodded "whatever you want.."

"Ok, I'll see you next week"

"Yep,..." 

I turned around and marched back to my car without looking back...   I did it.    Now go home before you do something else stupid...    well, maybe back to the studio to get his clothes back before he finds out I did that....  then home.....  to scream into my pillow about how bad this is giong to suck... and how good he looked just now standing in front of me.  Ugh!

Chapter 15

 

Strumming on my guitar on the balcony of my apartment. Daniel sat next to me in the lawn chair, guitar in hand. Notebook on the tiny table in front of us.  My hair was in a messy bun, pens wrapped up in the mess. Had one in my mouth as I strummed. He jotted some notes down on the book and strummed more.

"The chorus doesn't have a hook" I sighed. "I can't find that hook"

"Your being impatient" He sighed at me. "You need to relax and not rush this, its not how it works, you know that"

"Most of our music came from you"

"Your solo act was all you, how did you get those?"

"Anger" I replied with a half smile. "My diary entries"

"You pulled a T-swift? how clever of you" He smiled.

I sighed. "what time is it"

"Time for you to stop looking at your clock, we're not going to bed until we finish this song"

" I need a break"

"we need a hook"

"Then come up with one!" I pulled the guitar off my lap and onto the floor. I stood up and started to go in the apartment.
Daniel grabbed my leg "No"

"Come on, I have to get a drink"

He sighed "Fine, but this isn't over, 5 min break then we finish" He put his guitar down and followed me in the apartment.

He sat down at my bar while I got out glasses, and pulled juice from the fridge.

"Juice?" He smirked.

"Oh I'm sorry were you looking for something else?" I rolled my eyes.

"I know you have rum, I saw it"

"We do not need to have a drink, we will never finish"

"What if it opens our creativity?" He smiled "Just a couple shots, then I swear it will be easier to write"

"I dont think i've ever taken a shot of rum"

"Have you ever had a shot in general?" He asked.

"No,"

"Your such a new kid " he smiled, came around to the kitchen and grabbed the rum out of the cabnet. I dont ever remember telling him I had rum, but there it was, dusty and gross looking lol.

He poured a shot in a normal glass cup.

"Have at it"

"No"

"You have to, we cant waste good rum"

"Are you serious, we dont need to get drunk"

"who said anything about getting drunk, tipsy is not drunk, live a little you tight ass"  he laughed and took the shot for himself.

"fine"

He poured another one. 

I took a deep breath and took the shot.  Gah, now I know why they always use chasers.

He poured another for himself, and then for me.

I had a few more after that and my head felt fuzzy.

"We need to write more" I remember saying. Daniel's face was fuzzy, my eyes were playing tricks on me. I went to my couch and sat down to refocus.

He came around with the bottle again and sat next to me. We took a few more shots until the bottle was gone. I also noticed there was a bottle of vodka next to the rum. It looked like he was taking more shots than I was. I didnt even know I had vodka.

We laid on opposite ends of the couch for a while. Or at least it felt like a while.

My eyes were heavy and I felt hands on my body out of no where. I looked over at him and his arms were around my waist on the couch. He looked more smashed than I was. I wasn't sure what to do at this point. Part of me said no, and the other part of me had been waiting to jump his bones for a while now.

His hands climbed to my face. I looked at him and he smiled at me. "You're still the only one I want Cassie" he whispered.  he started to chuckle,  "don't tell cassie I said that, she'd be so pissed". He chuckled again.

I half smiled. My buzz wasn't as intense as his. He was clearly drunk.

He laid back on the couch. His hand was on my thigh. "She's the right girl, she always has been" he said closing his eyes. His hand moved up and down my thigh He found the rips in my jeans and slid his hand in. His hands were warm and sent a chill down my spine. It had been a while since he'd touched me. I could already feel the buzz wearing off but I didn't want to tell him no.

He learned over towards me again. His hand went for my neck and he pulled me in for a kiss. I knew he was drunk and he wouldnt remember this, but maybe that was okay. Maybe I could just get this out of my system. My train of thought was a wreck but I didn't care.

I kissed him back and I felt every bit of it. His hands slipped back around my waist. He was sitting up on the couch facing me now, and he pulled me towards him. He fumbled around with the buttons on my jeans but eventually got them unhooked. He was smiling through his kisses. I couldn't tell if he even knew it was me.  Part of me wondered if I wanted to do this while he was drunk. wouldnt it be better if he was sober and we knew we were in love?  I was already in love with him but this could never work and I knew that. Things got in the way. I just wanted a taste. was that so wrong??

I pulled his shirt off and ran my hands over his chest. I leaned in and kissed his neck. He slipped my shirt off and his hands were warm on my chest.

I pulled his hands off me and put them on my face. I kissed his palms and he smiled at me.  I knew he was half out of it. and my concious was kicking in. I knew better, and I knew that I knew better. As bad as I wanted him I didn't want him like this. I didn't want him to not remember it. I wanted to be with him when it was right. This wasnt right.

"Daniel" I put his hands down and I put my hands on his face. "I love you"    I said, knowing he wouldnt remember that tomorrow. 

"I love you too" He smiled.

"You should go to bed now"  I spoke slolwly.

"No" he shook his head. "We were getting to the good stuff" He chuckled.

"No, we are going to bed, we have to go to the studio tomorrow"  I stood up.

"No"

"Yes, your drunk we need to go to bed"

I stood up. He waited a few moments and pulled me down on him.  He held me down on him by my ass "who cares" he said kissing my chest that was now in his face.    My bra hadn't come off yet, thankfully. I was sure he couldnt remove that in his drunk state.

"Lets just do it now" He chuckled.

"You dont even know whats going on" I said.

"Im not drunk" he smiled.

"Yes you are, you've had too many shots"

"You havnt had enough"

"Exactly, Im not drunk"

"Who cares"

"come on, let me up, lets get you in bed"

"Only if you're comming" He chuckled again.

"Let go"

He let go. I stood back up and took the rum and vodka bottle to the kitchen. I turned around and he was sitting on the couch rubbing his head.

I walked back to the living room and sat down next to him. My jeans were buttoned back now, I had adjusted myself and let my concious win this battle.

He looked