It Wasn't Supposed To End This Way (A Starkid Fan Fiction)

Chapter 55-Falling in Love & Loving Someone are Different

Chapter 55

Opening night passes. Then Monday's show. Then Tuesday. 

I wake up at noon Wednesday, drained of all energy. Clark's already gone, a little note waiting on his pillow all romantic-like. I groan and roll over, ignoring the generic 'I love you' written on the piece of paper.

I'm so tired, more tired than I thought I'd be during these shows. It runs from 7 to 10 at night, and then we do meet and greet and such, which takes an extra hour. By the time I'm home it's midnight and I'm walking like a zombie.

My phone dings again and I grab it to see a row of text's coming in from a group message.

Lauren: 5 Bar Karaoke & Lounge tonight at 8. You don't have to dress up, just come how you are everyone!

Walker: So can I come naked?

Denise: Thanks for the mental image.

Holden: Walker save it for Lauren.

Meredith: Can I bring Trinity?

Alex Paul: Isn't that your monkey from Apocalytour, Meredith?

Robert: I can't believe I'm reading these texts right now.

Nicki: You said it, Robert.

Lauren: Can y'all just show up and have fun? I just want to get drunk and party all night long.

Dylan: Don't we all.

Jeff: Excited!!

Nick Lang: Alright we get it you're all excited now shut up some of us are still sleeping!!

I laugh at Nick's response and text Lauren separately to tell her I'm going. 

Then, I get a text from someone else.

Dylan: I need to talk to you.

Alex: Everything okay?

Dylan: Can I come over, is now a good time?

 I look down at my attire. A Harry Potter t-shirt and Joe Boxer short-shorts. Yeah, I'm super decent.

Alex: If you're home then start heading over. If you're already outside my apartment like last time then I'm gonna need at least ten minutes.

Dylan: Thanks for making me sound creepy. I haven't left my house, I'll be at your place in half an hour.

I lock my phone and get up, grabbing my glasses off my nightstand and rushing to my wardrobe. I have thirty minutes to change and shower. I reach into my drawer and pull out a pair of floral pants and then grab an aqua colored tank top, while pushing aside a pair of sandals from my closet and putting aside a pair of little gold hoops for my first piercing. Then I rush into my bathroom and slam the door shut.

I shower quickly, trying to keep my mind off the usual things I think in the shower. Usually I just fear if I close my eyes too long those eyes will reappear, but lately I'm just afraid that my locked door is going to be burst open, someone attacking me while I shower like they did at Leaky Con in the bathroom. Nothing's happened since we got back to New York, nothing in over a month. No calls, no texts, no visits, no nothing. Maybe I'm safe now, maybe the person backed off or something changed. Whatever it is, I'm just happy I haven't had to deal with it for now, but I'm not convinced all of this is over yet.