Chapter Seven;
“You are my only, there’s no need to worry, even when the sky is falling down…” Nick smiled as he sat in the passenger’s seat of Kevin’s Tahoe. They were in L.A, and he and Kevin were on their way home so they could just hang out for the afternoon. They didn’t have to be at sound check until three, and it was only about eleven, so they would have a decent amount of time to just chill out.
We need to talk.
Call me ASAP
-Aimee <3
He smiled, and totally disregarded the first four words of the message, which are usually the most feared words in a relationship. He had just missed her so much, that he wanted to call her, but he wanted to wait until he was home to have a little more privacy.
“Hello Nick.” Her soft voice said into the phone. It was even quieter than usual, so quiet that he had to strain to hear it.
“Hey Aims,” he said, smiling as he crashed down onto his bed. He leaned back so his legs were hanging over the edge, and he ran a hand over his eyes. The goofy smile that only showed up once in a while was plastered on his face. “I miss you so much. How are you? How’s school? I’m sorry I haven’t called sooner, I’ve been so busy.”
“It’s okay Nick.” She said sadly. That wasn’t like her at all. Usually she would chat his ear off with the latest gossip. She sounded almost…depressed.
“You sound upset.” He said. “What’s wrong? What happened? Do you need me to fly out there because I will.”
“Look Nick.” She said, again, quietly. “This is going to be one of the hardest things that I’m ever going to have to say to you. But I have to say it, so here it goes.” She took a deep breath.
He didn’t like the sounds of what he was hearing.
“I met someone else.”
Nick shot upwards in his bed, his eyes flinging open like a wild man. He took a deep breath, and ran a hand through his hair, then he leaned back into the pillows, sighing. Why did this always happen to him? It had been five years, he needed to get over her.
He didn’t want to relive that conversation again…he had done it every single year for the past five years. On the night of January twenty seventh, he would go to bed just like normal, then when the clock hit twelve oh one on January twenty eighth, she would say ‘I met someone else.’ And he would wake up.
“You found someone else?” he asked, astonished as he sat up.
“His name is John Jackson.” She said, a smile in her voice. That was supposed to be for him…the smile that he knew was there, the sparkle in her eyes… “I think you would like him Nick.”
“I’m supposed to like the guy that you’re breaking up with me for? Fat Chance.”
“Nick, please.” She said.
“No, Aimee, do you understand that you’re ripping out my heart right now? I can’t live, I can’t breathe without you.”
“Nick –”
“I cant talk about this right now… I’ll call you when I’m ready.” He said, tears stinging his eyes.
“For what it’s worth Nick, I love you…and I’m sorry.”
“It’s not worth much…but I love you too.”
Then he hung up the phone, stood up, and ran to the bathroom to get sick.
“I cant breathe, without you, but I have to, breathe without you, but I have to, breathe without you…” he whispered, covering his eyes with his hand, then he rolled over into his pillows.
“WHY?!” he yelled, tears falling free. “Why, why, why?!”
