Left on the Sidelines // Nash Overstreet

Chapter 28: Life Sucks Since You've Been Gone

-Nash-

After that day, I barely came out of my apartment. I kept calling and texting Danielle, but she would never answer. I did that every day for at least a month, but I knew how stubborn she was, so I just gave up. I basically gave up on everything. The only thing that ever made me happy anymore was playing shows and meeting fans, but even those weren't as fun for me as they used to be. That was when I got an idea. I jumped off of my bed and headed over to my desk, opening the notebook sitting on top of it as I sat down. I grabbed a pencil and began writing.

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-Danielle-

*Four months later*

As I sat in my bedroom scrolling through my dashboard on Tumblr, I heard, "Maybe it's not my weekend, but it's gonna be my year and I'm so sick of watching all the minutes pass as I go nowhere." I picked up my phone and hit the green button, not bothering to check and see who was calling.

Before I could say anything, the person on the other end started talking, "Danielle, I know you don't want to have anything to do with Nash, but you've got to trust me on this."

"Ryan, it's been four months. I told you, I'm done with him," I said, already over the conversation.

"Switch to FaceTime, he's about to go on," I heard Ian say.

"What's he-" was all I got out before I was cut off by Ryan ending the call. A few seconds later, I got a FaceTime request from him and answered almost immediately. "What is going on?" I asked as soon as I saw him, along with Jamie and Ian.

"Just watch," Jamie said. Ryan turned his phone around and I heard screaming, finally realizing they were at one if their shows as I watched Nash walk out on stage.

"So," Nash said to the crowd, "You all know that Danielle left the tour and moved back to Indiana a few months ago.. The thing is, I... I fucked up big time and I know she can't hear me right now, but I wrote this song for her. I know this doesn't necessarily mean that she'll come back to me, but if she hears it, I'm hoping she'll at least come back to California..." He looked down for a moment before he started playing his guitar, starting the song.

Well, the beach is empty
And the skies are grey
It's getting cold out on the pier

Ever since you left me
There hasn't been a sunny day
I gotta say, it's getting weird
I'm tired of waiting, so

Come back to California
It sucks without you here
It's like the sun stopped shining
The palm trees disappeared

Come back to California
Life sucks since you've been gone
So, I'll pour you a mojito
I'll play your favorite song

I'm just trying to say I miss you
I miss you

The medical marijuana
Sales are going through the roof
But nothing gets me quite as high as you

You used to call me a hipster
But now, I'm looking like a bum
I haven't changed my shirt in months
So tired of waiting

Come back to California
It sucks without you here
It's like the sun stopped shining
The palm trees disappeared

Come back to California
Life sucks since you've been gone
So, I'll pour you a mojito
I'll play your favorite song

I'm just trying to say I miss you
You got me singing like
Oh, here we go

Come back to California
It sucks without you here
It's like the sun stopped shining
The palm trees disappeared

Come back to California
Don't leave me all alone
I'll call up Schwarzenegger
Tell him you're coming home

Come back to California
It sucks without you here
It's like the sun stopped shining
The palm trees disappeared

Come back to California
Life sucks since you've been gone
So, I'll pour you a mojito
I'll play your favorite song

I'm just trying to say I miss you
And I'm just trying to say I miss you
I miss you
I miss you
I miss you

Nash sniffled just before he moved away from his microphone to finish playing the song and I instantly felt like shit. I had no idea why I felt like shit though. I wasn't the one that got drunk and took some girl back to my apartment.

My thoughts were interrupted when I realized Ryan had stuffed his phone into his pocket, but didn't end the FaceTime call.

"You did great, Nash," I heard Jamie say.

"Thanks for letting me do that," Nash said quietly, "I know you guys hate me after what I did, but I really appreciate you letting me sing that song tonight."

"It's okay, we all make mistakes," Ryan told him.

"Yeah, and my mistake cost me the best thing that ever happened and I can't get her back," Nash mumbled before sighing, "If you don't mind, I just want to be alone." I heard him walking away and Ryan pulled his phone back out of his pocket soon after the steps faded.

"So?" Ryan asked.

I looked down and sat silent for a moment before looking back up at the guys, "When's your next show?"

"Thursday," Jamie replied, "Why?"

"Just wanted to know. I guess I only have two days to learn that song," I shrugged casually.

"What do you mean?" Ian asked, obviously confused.

I smiled, "I'm coming home."

"Really?" they asked in unison, wide-eyed.

I laughed at their expressions and nodded my head, "Really." They all started to smile as widely as they could and I added, "I'll text one of you guys what time I'll be arriving tomorrow, so have someone meet me at the airport. And Nash can't know about this, got it?" They nodded quickly and I smiled again, waving slightly, "Goodnight, boys," ending the call.

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Title/song used: "Come Back to California" by Hot Chelle Rae