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Caught Like A Fly	By : goodbyegraceful Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Falling in Reverse Views: 1231 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know Falling in Reverse or any of its members. I am not making money from this work.

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Ronnie had expected me to churn out a song for him by the end of the week and send it to him even though he was on his honeymoon. He knew Viv wouldn't be able to stay away from her forge for more than a few days, and expected to be back by tomorrow. My last file finally loaded onto the email and I sent it off. I had worked out five very different melodies, and felt very nervous about his musical opinion. I knew he liked my guitar-playing, but that didn't reflect on my songwriting.
Jacky had been gone for a week as well, and hadn't bothered calling or sending messages. I told myself over and over that he was spending time with his family, and that he would be seeing me when he came home. L.A. hadn't been exactly welcoming, forcing me to run into people I haven't seen in almost a year.
I closed my laptop and sighed when I saw it was only three o'clock in the afternoon. Really? Three? I looked outside and mentally decided that I would go to the coffee shop down the street. My hair was getting long, so I tossed it up in a ponytail and opted out of wearing eyeliner. Maybe no one would recognize me. Well, I hoped no one would. I should've known better.
The streets were relatively empty, and so was the coffee shop. My uncle told me that the neighborhood was on a steady decline, but I could have told him that, considering all the weirdos that liked to lurk around here. I ordered a mocha, and stared intently at the table, my mind empty of everything. Jacky had his own little space in my head at all times, and with the absence of everything else, he began to fill it.
I remembered meeting him, and how nicely his guitar played. I remembered kissing it, then kissing him and then the worst year of my life. Maybe I didn't know it then, but I should have dropped everything and gone with him instead of letting Connor weasel his way in. Ugh, Connor. It was like I could hear his obnoxious fucking voice clear as day.
"Andy. ANDY!"
"Hm? Oh God. Really?" Naturally. Of fucking course. "I can't even be in town for a couple weeks without seeing you two assholes."
Connor, his hair short now and fixed in a fauxhawk, stood next to Rainbow Bright, who wasn't a rainbow anymore, and looked at me like I had risen from the dead.
"Geez, I missed you too," he snorted, and took the seat across from me. "Ally, can you give us a minute?" She gave him a simpering smile, probably to reassure herself that I was his ex now, and went to order her coffee.
"What do you want?" I asked, feeling my eyes permanently glare at him. If it wasn't for him going all Girl, Interrupted on me, Jacky wouldn't be in fucking London. Or I would be with him so he would at least come back for more reasons than his band.
"We have a lot of unfinished business," he said seriously, folding his arms on the table. "I know, I know. It's easier to hate me, but you were my best friend, Andy, and I can't let it end that way."
"I can."
"Will you just shut up and fucking listen? I'm trying to apologize!" he exclaimed, and I lifted an eyebrow at him. Right. Apologize. "I was with Ally since the Pittsburg date of our tour with Alesana. The tour right after you met Jacky."
"Why didn't you just tell me?" I asked, feeling extremely unamused by this conversation's direction. "I thought it was pretty obvious I never really liked you that way." He winced at my harsh words, but if we were being all honest now, he would have to get over it.
"Look, you changed after you met him," he accused, and I scoffed. "Nothing I did was enough, so when Ally came around and was everything you used to be, I told her to wait for me. We only talked for a long time, and then we went on tour with Falling in Reverse. That's when she came with us as a merch girl. That's it. There's the truth."
"Good to know. Leave." I didn't want to know any more. Who I used to be? What is this bullshit? Ally couldn't be me in any part of my life.
"Why do you hate me so much? I haven't done a fraction of what you've done to me!"
"It doesn't fucking matter anymore," I said as nonchalantly as possible. "I have music to write, coffee to drink and a sexy, British boyfriend to talk to. After you slaughtered my band, broke it up and destroyed it, you did the same thing to the part of me that used to care about you. Tell Ally not to call me the next time you try killing yourself." I stalked out of the coffee shop without a single look back. Knowing that Ronnie, Viv and everyone that mattered to me now would be proud of what I just did made a smile spread across my face as I trotted up the stairs to my apartment.
* * *
"Mum, your wi-fi isn't working!" I panicked, checking the computer for a spot to plug an Ethernet cable to. "Dad!"
"Is that what you've been tinkering with all week? Why didn't you say so?" My dad went to the router and plugged it in. I gave him a flat look, and he just smiled before returning upstairs. It was barely five in the morning, and Andy had finally appeared online on Skype. My heart thumped uncomfortably as I clicked the call button, and it rang unbearably long. I don't think I blinked until I saw her face appear on my screen.
"Jesus Christ, Jacky, give a girl some notice," she scolded, her hair dripping and her body wrapped in a towel. "You're lucky I've been waiting to hear from you." Her voice made five A.M. the most beautiful hour there ever was.
"Oh, there is a God," I groaned, and rubbed my eyes. I rested my head on my fist and stared. She gave me odd looks, but I didn't care.
"So...should I get dressed, or do a strip tease? It's entirely up to you." She seemed to enjoy watching me struggle to answer.
"Get dressed," I said reluctantly. "I think my dad is coming down, and I don't want my parents to see you this way."
"Your loss," she said and shrugged before going to her dresser. I had never been to her apartment before, but it looked small. Her guitar was out, and a notebook was flipped open next to it. Has she been writing? And playing? A warm feeling bloomed in my chest and all I wanted was to be in L.A. "There. Better?" She wore the sweatshirt she took from me the night before I left.
We talked for hours. She met my mum, dad and a few of my aunts and uncles who came over to visit. Everything was perfect. She told me that she had run into Connor, and at first I was pissed, but I was happier than ever to hear what she said to him. Filthy bastard. He had it coming.
"Are you sleeping?" I asked, and her head popped up off the bed and looked at me through half-open eyes. "You were, weren't you?"
"No, absolutely not," she answered groggily, and propped her chin on her hands. "I love you."
"I love you, too," I replied, and she grinned happily. "You need to go to sleep."
"What? No!"
"Yes, sleep."
"I've been waiting to talk to you all week," she whined, reminding me of the times Rachel and Viv would argue.
"I'll be home in a week," I told her, and she made an aggravated sound.
"Fine, but email me and tell me what time you'll be on tomorrow," she said, pointing a finger at me. She stifled a yawn, and we exchanged goodbyes. She probably passed out the moment I hung up.
I took my accumulated dishes to the sink, my aunts had delivered food and drink while I talked to Andy, and my mum came trotting from the front door.
"Is Andy still here?" she asked, and her face fell when she saw the desktop. "Oh. You have another visitor, and I thought you would want them to meet."
"Mum, everyone has already been here," I laughed, and followed her to the door.
"Not everyone, dear," she said, and when I rounded the corner, my jaw would have dropped to the floor if it could.
"Marianne?"
You have got to be fucking kidding me.
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A/N: It has been like, a good 8 or 9 months since I last updated this story. I left it off at a horrible spot. Anyway, thoughts?
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