I Still Hear the Rain

Brittany-

Jack and I sat in the kitchen making sundaes after everyone left. I was still really unsure about Alex. I really liked him and all, honestly. I know that Alex could be really sweet. I just wanted to see that Alex more often. However, while I was still getting the notes from the secret admirer, I found myself starting to like him. He seemed- he seemed to be the opposite of Alex. Always sweet. I don’t believe in love, I never did. Well relationship love anyway. Part of me really wanted the secret admirer to be Alex. The next note I received had told me to meet him on the patio of the prom venue at seven. I’ll admit it, I was nervous. I asked Jack to stand with me in case I got stood up. Jack drew me away from my chain of thought by squirting whipped cream on my ice cream.

“Thanks Jack Attack.” I sighed and took a spoonful of ice cream.

“What’s wrong?” He put down his spoon. “Alex?” I nodded.

“He was supposed to be my date, then we got in that fight. Now I’m supposed to meet the admirer at prom. What should I do?”

“Go meet the secret admirer. You might just be surprised.”

“What do you know?” I raised an eyebrow. I gasped. “You know who he is! Tell me.”

“I can’t, it’s a secret.”

“Ugh, Jaaaaaack.” I whined.

“No can do. Just go tomorrow night, you’ll be surprised when you find out.”

Alex-

I had the perfect idea. I was going to finish “Jasey Rae” then sing it to her tomorrow at the prom. I was somewhat her boyfriend. Not officially. We would kiss and act like a couple but nothing serious. I was just that much closer. She told me she wanted me to prove that I love her. That’s just what I’m going to do. I’m going to tell everyone that I, Alexander William Gaskarth, am one hundred percent, completely and madly in love with Brittany.

Lights out,
I still hear the rain,
These images that fill my head,
Now keep my fingers from making mistakes,
Tell my voice what it takes,
To speak up,
Speak up,
and keep my conscience clean when I wake.

Don't make this easy,
I want you to mean it,
Jasey. (say you'll mean it)
You're dressed to kill,
I'm calling you out, (don't waste your time on me)

Now there's an aching in my back;
a stabbing pain that says I lack,
the common sense and confidence,
to bring an end to promises,
that I make in times of desperate conversation,
hoping my night could be better than theirs in the end.
Just say when.

Don't make this easy,
I want you to mean it,
Jasey. (say you'll mean it)
You're dressed to kill,
I'm calling you out, (don't waste your time on me)

I've never told a lie,
and that makes me a liar,
I've never made a bet,
but we gamble with desire,
I've never lit a match,
with intent to start a fire,
but recently the flames,
are getting out of control.
Call me a name,
Kill me with words,
Forget about me,
It's what I deserve,
I was your chance,
to get out of this town,
but I ditched the car,
and left you to,

Wait outside,
I hope the air will serve to remind you,
that my heart is as cold as the clouds of your breath,
and my words are as timed as the beating in my chest.
(in my chest)

Finally, “Jasey Rae” was done. There was a light knock on my door. There she stood holding a sniffling child.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” I asked.

“She doesn’t feel good and wants you.”

“Oh, wanna come to daddy?” I looked at her. She nodded. She clung to my neck as she
buried her small face.

“Stay.” She mumbled.

“You two can stay here, I don’t mind. I mean if you want.” She nodded. I carried the girl to my
bed as Brittany followed. She and I both got in bed next to Maddy. I looked up to meet Brittany’s hazel eyes. “Goodnight.” We shared yet another sweet kiss. That night I fell asleep with the two most important girls in my life.