Living on a Few Wishes //BajanCanadianxOC Fanfiction//

The Argument

Carter helped me practice for my performance on Saturday. She told me that Mitch wasn't allowed to hear me sing until the show. He hadn't heard me sing ever since 'Cups,' but I doubted that he remembered that. She decided that I needed to sing Radioactive, which I agreed with. Lindsey Stirling was an idol of hers, and everything that she did, Carter had to get perfect.

On Friday, I hummed the song while I played a phone game.

"Whoa, oh, oh

Whoa, oh, oh

Whoa, oh, oh

Whoa

I'm waking up to ash and dust

I wipe my brow and I sweat my rust

I'm breathing in the chemicals

I'm breaking in, shaping up, then checking out on the prison bus

This is it, the apocalypse

Whoa

I'm waking up, I feel it in my bones

Enough to make my systems blow

Welcome to the new age, to the new age

Welcome to the new age, to the new age

Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, oh, I'm radioactive, radioactive

Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, oh, I'm radioactive, radioactive

I raise my flags, don my clothes

It's a revolution, I suppose

We're painted red to fit right in

Whoa

I'm breaking in, shaping up, then checking out on the prison bus

This is it, the apocalypse

Whoa

I'm waking up, I feel it in my bones

Enough to make my systems blow

Welcome to the new age, to the new age

Welcome to the new age, to the new age

Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, oh, I'm radioactive, radioactive

Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, oh, I'm radioactive, radioactive

All systems go, the sun hasn't died

Deep in my bones, straight from inside

I'm waking up, I feel it in my bones

Enough to make my systems blow

Welcome to the new age, to the new age

Welcome to the new age, to the new age

Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, oh, I'm radioactive, radioactive

Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, oh, I'm radioactive, radioactive"

"You're really good." I jumped up from the guest room bed to find Mitch standing at the door.

"Well, you're not supposed to hear that. Not yet."

"Why?"

"Carter told me so."

"Since when have you been hanging out with Carter so much?"

"Because she's my friend. Do you have a problem?"

"Sorta. I feel that you're not spending enough time with me."

"Mitch… come on… you should know I'm not that type of girl…"

"But Ray, you're different. In high school, before you know, that day, you were different."

"I honestly don't understand why you think I'm different. I don't feel anything."

"Headstrong. Look out for yourself."

"Isn't that good?"

"It's good to a point…"

"You're saying that I'm too good for you?"

Mitch didn't reply.

"Is that true? What about last night? You didn't say anything about this then…"

"Because I only realized it now! Chill!"

"And what about Ashley. You just happened to let her ride with you…"

"That was nothing! I already told you… I have no previous relationship with her… except…"

I paused and stared at him, "I have to go." I grabbed my purse, my bags of new clothes, and slipped on my shoes.

"Ray… hold on… I didn't mean it like that!" Mitch cried out as I ran down the stairs.

"Forget the talent show! Forget everything! If you don't love me for who I am, then maybe we shouldn't be together!"

"Ray!"

I rushed out the front door of Carter's house. Running to my car, I stopped once I reached the door of the driver's seat. I collapsed into tears on my knees. Jerome, outside of the garage, noticed me and hurried over to help.

"Ray, are you alright?" he questioned, nervous, "Ray? Are you okay?"

"Yes! I'm fine!" I stood up and opened the door to the car. I grabbed my stuff, threw it on the passenger's seat, and turned to key to start the engine. As I pulled out of the driveway, I saw Mitch run out of the house holding something. But I didn't care. It was the Rachael necklace.