Hey guys, it's Emma. The First chapter is here!!!
August 11th 2017
I cared for you, you cared for me. I helped you, you helped me. I sang with you, you sang with me. I stayed, you... left.
"If you wanna be my lover, you gotta get with my friends," Finneas and I sing, as music erupts in the karaoke lounge.
"Make it last forever, friendship never ends."
This; this is my haven.
Away from the everlasting burdens. Burdens that we-against our will-are obligated to carry.
We never chose to be alive; to be born; to...exist.
However, at that moment I felt the need to live.
My shoes were dancing without me. My heart, MY HEART, was-happy?
I was on top of the world as they would put it.
I couldn't stop a sunny smile from taking over my now sweaty face.
The dancing lights pumped up my adrenaline as my heart beat faster than a greyhound winning a race.
I knew I was sweating beneath the camouflage sweatshirt I was clad in, but I couldn't stop.
It was like I was in a trance, controlled by...
I tightened my grip on the smooth metal microphone when it threatened to escape from my clammy palms.
"Slam your body down and wind it all around."
"Slam your body down and zig zag, ah, if you wanna be my lover."
After the music draws to a close, Finneas wraps his arms around me lifting me slightly, so I am at his level of height, 6"0.
The only thing I am focused on is him and I. Nothing, no one, exists at that moment.
The wonderful, irreplaceable moment starts steadily dissipating being replaced by muffled cheering and applause.
That can't be for me.
Could it be?
Of course not Billie, it's probably for Finneas.
Finneas! I look down and see him adorned in a dazzling smile before he finally put me down.
A vague pain spreads in my knee causing me to fall, rather almost fall as Finneas holds me up.
How did I even hurt myself?
The indistinct rancid mixture of sweat, fries, cheese and mustard engulf my nose as Fin places me on one of the lounge's free seats.
"I am going to bring you ice for your knee. Don't run off Bil," he says a hint of a smirk on his face.
"Ha ha, very funny," I say, before he walks away chuckling, leaving me sprawled on the two-man lounge chair.
"How many songs have we sang and danced to?" I ask myself, glancing at the stage where someone was singing the classic, "dancing queen", by Arrival.
I don't regret it though. If I could sing and dance forever, don't get me wrong I would but those are just dreams, my childhood dreams that is.
"What the!" I exclaim when Fin abruptly throws a freaking cold bag of ice on my knee.
"What the heck Fin! You couldn't even warn me before scaring the butt out of me," I say, pulling on my camouflage shorts that stop right above my knee, trying to keep my NOW cold knee warm.
"You should've seen your face. One moment you were thinking about god knows what and the next you were scr...ea...mi...," he attempts saying, practically convulsing in laughter.
I try to get to him to punch him.
Unable to, he bursts out in another roll of laughter nearly dying as he takes the opposite two-man seat.
I scowl as he beckons a petite tall olive-skinned waitress who was passing our table.
"What would you like to eat?" Finneas asks me.
As soon as we finish our veggie burgers, fries and salad, Finneas abruptly stands, a full-on grin on his smile as he whips the corners of his mouth with a serviette.
"Why are you grinning like a lunatic?" I ask, confused.
"I have an idea," he begins, "let's go."
He comes over to my side and helps me up putting my arm over his shoulder.
"What do you mean?" I ask, while we manoeuvre our way through the throngs of people.
Suddenly the waitress that was earlier serving us, ran beside us her long black straight hair swaying before she disappears among a group of girls.
"Come on Ell," a deep voice says from behind us before a tall dark curly-haired man scurries after the waitress.
"Trouble in paradise I guess," Finneas so bluntly states, snorting.
"Silver is believed to be a mirror to the soul, helping us to see ourselves as others see us. Gemstone silver represents hope."
Seated on a red leather chair, everyone around Finneas and I buzzing on as their hair's get done, I glance at Finneas through the mirror in front of me.
"This is why you think I should dye my hair silver?" I ask, confused referring to the note I read from his phone.
"Yeah. What do you think? Are you up for it?"
"I am up for anything," I say.
"Great cause your plain ol' blonde hair is kind of boring," he says, a tinge of his Australian accent coming into view.
"Wow. No need to be discreet about it."
"I mean it isn't you," he says, taking a seat on the chair beside me.
"How did you think about today? The change in venue for you to do what you love most?" he asks.
"It was great, out of my comfort zone though. I am sorta used to singing and dancing in my room or yours."
"I am going to make you the biggest pop star in the world," Finneas dramatically says.
"Shut up! That sounds way to cringy."
"I will do it."