Passing Notes (M.C.)

Chapter 2

*Ashley's POV

I sit at the kitchen counter sorting out some papers for John when my phone buzzes. I sit down the bill for 300 new custom guitar picks. That man has a problem. I pick up my phone and look to see that john text me saying that him and the boys are starving... Dramatic much?!

I sigh grabbing a notepad and slide a pen behind my ear. I head downstairs to get the guys order.  I go to knock on the door but stop when I hear arguing from behind it.

"Why don't you listen anymore... I promise that this song will be huge. Just give it a chance." I recognized that voice, Michael.

"Because we want to go more rock but all your giving us anymore is mooshy gushy shit that makes people cry. That's not what we are going for dude!" I think that is the blonde boy with the piercing.

"Music is supposed to make you feel something! Half of the songs you write on are about just living a party life... Which is a life you don't even fucking live."

I hear a scoff and figure that I should probably just knock. Get in and get out as quick as I can.
"Michael please! I write songs about living life to the fullest, about living on the edge. You can't even make a move on a girl,  not since you got shot down by Heaven."

"Luke. Don't bring her up! I just haven't felt up to it..." I frown. Poor guy, Luke sounds like a dick.

I decide that this would be a good time to interrupt. I knock and enter into the room were I could feel the tension in the air. I stifle a laugh "Uh what do you guys want for lunch?"

The blonde boy with the piercing, Luke smiles at me. "Well you look pretty tasty, are you on the menu?."  He raises his eyebrows at me.

Ugh what a pig. I get ready to snap at him but then I see Michael roll his eyes in annoyance. A smile spreads across my face as an idea pops in my head. "Sorry but I definitely won't be on your menu tonight."
I smirk in Michael's direction and his face goes red.

Luke scoffs "Whatever, I'm hungry just hurry up and get something." I bit my lip, realizing that I might of went a bit far.
I nod and take one last glance at Michael before I leave. He was biting on the knuckle of his finger while giving me a sad look. Shit i fucked up!

I hurry out scared of all the judgment I was getting. I let out a breath and head to a dinner that I think everyone would like.

I get there and take a picture of the menu and have everyone send me their orders.

I order and tell the lady to put each meal in a different bag and I write their names on them.

I head back to the house and struggle to balance all the bags. I sit them down on the table and hear a guitar playing in the back round.

I turn to see the red head facing away from the house outside playing. I crack the glass door and hear I raspy voice sing out.

"Cause I've got a jet black heart
And there's a hurricane underneath it
Trying to tear us apart.

I write with a poison pen
But these chemicals moving between us
Are the reasons to start again."

I feel a hand touch my shoulder and I jump back. "Jumpy much?!" Luke laughs. "He is so stuck on that damn song. We told him already it just isn't good enough to go on the album."

I shut the door and walk over to the table. "Really? I think its beautiful. Well its gritty but lyrically its wonderful."

Luke grabs the food bag with his name on it "Eh its just not our style."

"Why do you get to decided what your bands style is."

"I'm not saying that... The rest of the band agrees. Its not what we are looking for right now."

"Michael doesn't agree."

Luke rolls his eyes and shoves a chicken nugget in his mouth "whatever." He runs back down the stairs.

I look back out to Michael singing that damn song out. That song... You can tell it means a lot to him. They can't just throw it on the back burner. That would be like throwing him away.

He needs to fight for that song. He needs to fight for himself.

I lean on the table and hear something hit the ground. I turn and pick up my notepad. Huh. Maybe I could give him a little bit of a push.

I take a pen and write-

Michael,
You're song is beautiful.
You can tell that its a part of you. Don't give up on it.
Sincerely, A

I fold up the note and slip it in the bag that is labeled mikes.

"Hey is that our food." I jump about ten feet in the air when Michael comes walking through the door. "Oh, sorry I didn't mean to scare ya."
He laughs and looks for his name.

"Its okay." I hand him his bag because he was taking way to long to find it out of 4 other bags. Wtf.

I go to grab the others bags but Michael swoops them up in his arms. "I got it."

"You sure? I mean its my job to do that." He nods and heads towards the stairs.

"No biggie."

Oh god. John gets mad when stuff like this happens. He says I'm here for a reason and they shouldn't have to do stuff like that... oh god he doesn't like it when i interfere at all, oh no! the note! i have to get it back!

"Wait! Michael!" i run up and go to grab the bags but see that he already got into his. oh noooooo. He unfolds the paper and reads it. no no no no no no no. 

A sweet smile spreads across his face and he looks up at me. "Sincerely A... huh. Either i am in an episode of pretty little liars, i have a secret admire, or someone with a name that starts with an A wrote me a note." He bites his lip and gives me a stupid smile. "Or maybe its all three!"

I furrow my eyebrows at him and he laughs "Why are you looking at me like that? its not like i wrote the note".... i tried to play it off.

"Because your a liar about writing this note that is also pretty, you are trying to be secret about admiring me, and your name starts with A. I mean all the signs point to you." i roll my eyes and scoff.

"First off i wasn't admiring you... i was admiring your song. Second is that you cant tell anyone i wrote that, I could get fired. John is really weird about me getting involved with his band guys."

He gives me another stupid smirk "Oh. i didn't know we were involved..."

I hit his shoulder and laugh "Shut up and give me the note so i can throw it away." I reach for it but he pulls away.  "Michael! give it!"

He puts all of the food down and fends me off by turning his back towards me and hiding his hands. "No i want to save it."

"No you can't"

He takes out his wallet out of his back pocket and slides it into one of the folds. "Look no one will ever see this but me."

I huff and grab the other guys food "whatever, as long as you promise to not tell anyone." i hold out my pinky and he shakes his head.

"Really? a pinky promise?" I raise my eyebrows and he rolls his eyes. He puts his pinky out and I wrap mine around his. I smile and feel accomplished. I head down the stairs to give the rest of the guys their food and i cant help but sing a little tune in my head. 

*Humming ~Cause I've got a jet black heart~