Read Wherever You Are :: Chapter 1

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So to clarify...

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Is for the characters actively thinking of past events in present time.

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Are for flack backs.

Alright Enjoy!!!😁

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"Jaxon! Get your lazy ass up! We gotta be at the studio in five, mate!" I hear my fellow bandmate Nix call out to me as he rushes into the adjoining bathroom.

I finally pick myself up after he begins to threaten me with a bucket of cold water.

Nix was the mother hen type and that was fine, sometimes.

He could be really overbearing on the occurring occasion of many other times.

It just seemed like he didn't understand that I didn't need to be coddled and treated like a child.

"Don't forget to wash behind your ears and to brush your teeth and to wear clean underwear and-!" Nix is rambling off to me.

I cut him off, with my pillow hitting him in his face.

He frowns at me with that.

"Don't worry..I'm fine stop hovering." I say to him as I climb completly out of bed.

It fine he is suffocating sometimes.

It shows he cares about me and not just what I can do with a simple melody.

Nix is my bestfriend. He was there after...

Shit. I can't be thinking about this right now.

If I don't know if I've gotten over the whole breakdown thing that happens every time I think of....

No.

I roughly take a red patterned flannel, with my favorite shirt our of my suitcase. I always wear it on days like this. When I want to be near him but he doesn't want anything to do with me.

He was driving me up the walls, and he wasn't even here to help me to calm down.

He wasn't here to calm my mind when it went into overdrive.

That I had been writing each and every song, since the day I left, for him no one knew but me. It was my dirty little secret. One I intended to keep.

Nix walked back into the room as he frowns me, as I am pulling up a pair of grey, ripped shinny jeans. I pull a beanie over my mass of ink black curls. Nix's eyes narrow as he watches me not even bore with my hair.

I smile to reassure him. I know what he is thinking. Something must be wrong, but no, that's not it.

I'm usually super meticulous when it comes to my hair, not today though.

I simply want to get it over with.

I can already tell that no matter how I try to pretend otherwise, that today will he hell for me.

It's like this every year.

It won't stop.

The day I left him.

We had made plans to go out the Friday after next just as it entered the next month.

Then shit hit the fan and it back me one big mess.

Instead of thinking about that I rather think about the day we met.

To think about the good times.

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We met at a halloween parade when we were six. We both scared each other so bad we peed our selves.

We were so scared of getting in trouble for it that we hid away inside a theme shop's bathroom.

We argued the entire time.

Our moms found us slugging each other in a full fledged fight going on with a sound track of us snapping our teeth at each other like Feral dogs.

Even when our moms separated us we were still trying to bit each other.

As punishment our moms started to make us hangout and have play dates together. They had become best friends within the same hour they met each other. It was crazy.

I dint understand how my mother could be friends with someone who had a kid like, Noah.

I asked her one day, she looked me right in the eye and said, 'That boy? That boy right there is the best friend you've ever had, treat him as such or you might lose him.'

I couldn't understand why she would say this.

Then one day we had gotten into a really bad fight, with scratches and bruises all over us.

We were the only ones home besides the babysitter who had left with her boyfriend after locking us outside fenced in, in the backyard.

My mom was not happy when she found that out.Later she called my older sister to come beat the life out of her, because as she said 'mamma wasn't going to jail', and she fired her.

But before all that I had fallen over in our fight and a sharp rock had dug into my knee causing me to bleed.

We kept a cupboard outside, underneath a counter next to our grill. We liked to barbecue so my mom had a little kitchen outlet set up outside.

We kept a first aid kit inside of it just in case we couldn't find one or something happened we had it on hand.

Which was pretty likely because one, me and Noah were always fighting and two, my mom wasn't very good with knives amd always ended up cutting herself.

Yet the look on his face when I hurt myself on that rock, I would have expected him to laugh at me, or better yet to panic because he didn't want to get in trouble for making me bleed.

He didn't look either though.

He looked genuinely concerned about me.

He ran over to me and where I was still laying on the ground grabbing at my knee. I was crying snot running down my face, be cause it really did hurt.

"Stop crying you big baby, here let me look," He says to me as he gently takes my leg and sits it on his lap. I watch him as his frown deepens. His face contorted as his eyes scrunch up from the tears I can see pooling in his eyes.

"What's the matter with you?" I ask him wondering why he looked as if he were about to cry.

"I'm sorry I hurt you! I didn't mean to, I didn't want to either. It's just you swung at me and I didn't want to get hurt so I fought back!" He's crying hysterically, wanting me tounderstand, but I already did. I didn't blame him.

I hugged him and pecked him on the cheek.

He blushed turning so red that I coukdnt help but laugh.

He quickly stood up setting my foot down gently and ran away over to the cupboard and grabbing the first aid kit, before sitting back down and placing my leg with the injured knee back over his own.

He starts to clean the dirt and blood off of my leg that was surrounding the cut.

He takes a band aid out and puts it to my cut after he finishes cleaning it. He then leaned down a placed a kiss on it.

I was watching him with wide eyes.

He looks up at me a slight blush on his cheeks, "All better, right?" I blush, as he asks this my face heating up to boiling point.

"Yeah." I get the words to come out of my mouth after a strange silence fills the space between us, it wasn't uncomfortable, it actually felt...right.

He smiled at me again before setting my leg back down and leaning forward, "I'm glad." He says to me right before leaning forward and connecting our lips.

When he pulled back, we were both blushing like crazy.

I knew then that this strange boy truly was my bestfriend, I also knew that, that word alone was completely inadequate to what I was really felling towards him.

After that day we were inseparable.

It wasn't until years later we actually started to date. But that was the day at I Jaxon west fell in love with Noah mitchell.

We were always together, yet we didn't start dating till we reached middle school in sixth grade.

We were happy together.

Even after all the bullying shut got so intense we would have to leave school sometimes.

I wanted to be able to support him to make sure he was always and would always be okay.

So I decided to do something that made sense at the time.

I was going to become someone important.

Someone who made the rules and who people followed and admired.

Then I could take Noah with me.

Then we could be happy.

When he asked why I wanted to become a musician I the first place, I couldn't tell him the true reason.

I don't know why.

I told him it was my dream to be one, I spoke with the truth in my heart of wanting to be something great.

To be someone who could protect him.

I didn't tell him that either. That I simply wanted to hold him in my arms without worrying if when I can't be with him if someone is actively trying to hurt him.

I told him I loved him after every practice.

I told him I loved him after every gig.

I told him I loved him every day we walked to school.

I loved him so much it hurt.

It overwhelmed, me how attached to him I was.

No one would believe it.

Jaxon west, hung up over some guy? No way.

Jaxon west worshiping the very ground another man walked on? Your crazy!

Jaxon west still waiting...

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"Hey! Man have you even been listening?" Nix looks to me and asks.

I look around and realize we are in his car. A confused look finds its way o to my face.

"You didn't even realize we got into the car, now did you?" He asks me with a frown on his face and disapproval leaking into his voice.

"Damn you, Jaxon! This shit gets worse every year! Every year on thus exact day you start shutting down and going into auto pilot. Do you even remeber what we were talking about?" I look at him confused.

We were talking?

I don't remeber that.

Well, I also don't remeber getting in the car.

"Sorry man." I say sheepishly rubbing the back if my neck as I start to blush.

His frown deepens even more.

"You keep making that face it'll be stuck that way..." I warn him in a teasing tone like a *chastising mother.

"Well I need you here and not off locked away in your head! So snap out of it man. You have a life live it. Stop getting sucked up in your past!" He said to me as he pulls up to the gates of the studio.

We wait to be buzzed in before he pulls into the studio parking lot. Getting out the car and walking over to my side as I am stepping out.

"And how would you know if I was stuck thinking about the past?" I ask him heatedly.

He's right though I am. Still doesn't mean I need him throwing it in my face as if he has a clue of what is going through my head.

We stare each other down.

Brown meeting blue in an angry war.

He just turns his head and looks away.

"That's what I thought." I say as I storm past him and into the studio building.

He may be my bestfriend but that doesn't stop him from being a perceptive ass, nor does it stop us from getting into it. Like just now.

Not long after he follows me into the studio, brushing past me roughly as he continues to take long powerful stride towards the elevator.

Not holding it for me as the elevator gets there and he gets inside. He let's the doors close behind him while raising his right hand and holding up his middle finger while nodding to me with a fake smile on his face.

I have to wait three minutes before it reaches the ground level again.

We get like this sometimes. We can be petty as fuck.

We're always cool after we've had time to get calmed down.

I reach the seventh floor of the building which our studio is located on.

There are ten studios total, in the building, we reside in studio nine-seven.

It refers to the studio number and the floor it's on.

I see Nix waiting at the door to the studio with his back to me. He's texting on his phone.

I don't think he's seen me arrive yet.

I look down at his phone, to see who he's texting.

My body freezes up from shock and I completly stop breathing.

I snatch his phone from his hand, the goofy smile on his face just a moment ago, now gone as he looks around at me anger in his eyes.

He's saying something but I can't hear it.