Starstruck - Chapter Four - Don't Forget to Remember Me

Hey guys. :] So, I hope you liked chapter three. It was rather sudden, I know. But it was more of a "This is what happened for future references." kind of thing. The rest of the story will be staying in the same time period, I promise, no more sudden break off and start back ups.

Danielle - I'm so, so sorry I missed addressing you on chapter three! I'm glad you're enjoying it, but I hope you haven't gone insane! Thank you for reading and commenting. You're awesome. ^_^

K.B.P - I'm sorry for making you wait! But not too long, right? ~_^ I'm happy you like it! Thanks for taking the time to comment and read. :)

Violet - I promise I will! I'm really enjoying this story, it's a little more exciting to me, and I don't feel as lost. It's good that you're enjoying reading it! Thank you for commenting and reading! <3

All The Other Readers (Yes, you!) - You guys rock. I hope you enjoy the rest of the story! Yes, you still get your Nate. :P And, of course, your Haven, too!

Picture is of Gypsy, shown by Katie Melua. :)
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SIX YEARS LATER.......
***I set my hand over my mouth, muffling a yawn as I sat up. I pushed back the sleek, gray covers, dropping my feet on to the ground. The wooden floor was cold against my bare feet, the air around me seeping in through my clothes, chilling me. I pushed myself up, pushing my hair out of my face. I sighed, my breath visible. I grabbed my coat from the nearby chair, pulling it over my goose bump covered arms.
I carefully stepped over the big, white, sleeping husky on my floor, maneuvering around to the kitchen. I went straight for the coffee machine, starting it up. While it brewed, I turned to the switch, flicking it up. The lights suddenly lit up the room, hurting my eyes. Within a few minutes, I was used to it.

I grabbed a mug from the shelf, filling it a quarter of the way with milk, a spoonful of sugar, and the other three fourths with coffee. I grabbed my newspaper on the way out, this time turning into the living room. I settled onto the couch, legs folded under me. I turned on the T.V., setting my mug on the coffee table.
I grabbed the blue highlighter from the table, scanning through the paper for jobs. Then, suddenly, I heard his voice. It startled me, bringing back a whole truckload of memories. I looked up, my gaze catching on his beautiful face. You've gotta love the news.
I closed my eyes. "Is that it? You're afraid that even getting somewhat close to met won't stick in my mind?"
"It's highly possible."

"I'm sorry... I won't forget you, I promise." You lied, Haven. You forgot me the minute you left town. I knew you would. It was too much to hope for, I should've know. I could never even understand why it had left me so broken.
My thoughts were interrupted by a familiar padding sound. I quickly smiled as I looked to Monty. "Here, boy!" I smiled, patting the spot next to me. He barked happily, then jumped up, his front half in my lap. I tried to ignore the television, but it was near impossible.
"So, Haven, tell us, who is the special girl that you wrote 'Crazy' about?" Fake smiles, truthful lies, I knew it was all coming. He had some black-haired beauty sitting beside him, draped over him like chocolate syrup on an ice cream sundae, she smothered him, drooling and dripping all over the place. Sticky and sweet tasting, but bitter before all dolled up, covering the best part.

"Well," He smiled to the woman, she batted her eyes, answering for him.
"Me, of course. He tells me all the time, how beautiful and wonderful I am." She sighed happily, resting her head on his shoulder. I gritted my teeth.
"Actually, Moira.. It's about no one in particular. Some girl in the very back of my mind, maybe. I wrote it a while back." Did he always spout such lies? I shook my head, changing the channel quickly. I settled down to Tom and Jerry, shifting my eyes back to the newspaper.

*** "Honey," Came the whiney voice of my current girlfriend, "Why did you say that?" She pouted, "You could've just lied!" She crossed her arms, her bottom lip sticking out.
"Moira, I need to talk to you about this... Our relationship, I mean," She blinked, immediately curious. She suddenly slapped her hands over her mouth.
"You want me to move in?! Oh, Hay-Hay, you're so sweet!" I grunted, shaking my head.
"No, quite the opposite. I want you to move out, of my life." I wasn't usually so harsh, but she had driven me mad with her cluelessness and constant presumption. I wanted out. Badly.
"What?!" She shrieked, suddenly balling, "I'm.. I'm telling.. Telling d-daddy!" I was almost more sick of 'daddy' than her.

"Moira, don't. Please, just go. I'm really tired." I opened the door for her, she charged out. I shut the door carefully behind her, trudging over to the couch. I plopped down, laying on my back. I closed my eyes, instantly regretting it.
Images of a green-eyed brunette filled my head, laughing in my arms, running, crying, screaming. Empty promises I had made her, I hardly remembered. All I knew was that every time she clouded my vision my heart ached. Maybe she was imaginary, maybe I was just crazy, wishing for someone like that. Someone that would make me hurt when she was hurt. I opened my eyes, just after a scene of her wrapped in another's arms crossed my mind. I hoped she wasn't imaginary, that she was really out there, that I could find her again.

Was she a fan? Did she have my music on her mind, my face on her magazines? I figured I could lie there all day, dreaming about her, but I didn't have time for it. I had some new band to visit, some record deals to make, tour planning, practice, and recording scheduled throughout my day. I pushed myself up, checking the time. It was twelve-thirty, enough time to get to the studio.
I grabbed my wallet, keys, and phone from the counter, stuffing them into my pockets. I opened my door, grabbing my jacket quickly. The cold, December wind numbed my hands and face, stealing my breath away. I climbed into my car, starting off.

*** I ran from room to room, gathering my winter garments with a phone pressed to my ear, "I'm really sorry, Adrian... Yes, I know he's coming today, but I really need this. Your sound is good... No, I know. But-... Uh-huh. I'm meeting Lexi then... Just play a recording or something... I really don't care who it is, this is really important... Yes, Adrian. Good luck, tell the others I said Hi... Oh, I am? Hi guys, I'm really sorry... Hold on, I have to get my scarf on... I don't know, maybe something like Yell?... Yes, I'm getting a new wardrobe... You're so mean, Leah!... Alright guys, good luck. Maybe he'll come back?... Love you, guys... I will. Bye!"
At that, I hung up. I was part of a new and upcoming band, Black Rose. I was on guitar and lead vocals, not just a dreamer with a guitar anymore. Some solo artist was visiting to determine if we were any good, for reasons I didn't understand. I guess he wanted to check out the competition?

I was now on my way out the door, somehow completely dressed for the weather during that call. But I was very busy today, they knew that. I had to restock on groceries, find a more rock-star look, recommended by my drummer, Leah, meet up with my long-time best friend, Alexis Brewing, then I was off to the movies with my boyfriend, Nate. We lived in Florida now, Lexi and Nate were going to the same college, and I had no reason to just stick behind and watch them leave.
Nate and I had been taking things rather slow since junior year. We hadn't confessed any love, we weren't engaged, and hadn't... Gone too far, yet. He was good to me, always respecting my space, he had become more of a gentleman, and even Lexi had stated, several times, how jealous she was. Nate lived on campus, and I was renting a decent enough apartment.

I didn't know if I loved Nate, I hadn't had the clear experience. I knew he was the type of guy I wanted to fall in love with, and I tried, real hard. I would be devastated without him, but I didn't need him every hour of the day. Was that love?I had reached the bottom of the stairs by now, swimming in my own thoughts. I opened the front doors, waving goodbye to Mrs. Ellis, the friendly old woman that I always met at the mailbox. Her husband had died just three years before, of lung cancer. I don't know how she lived on, from what she told me, they were a fairytale couple, it was sweet.
I shoved my hands in my pockets, turning down the sidewalk. First, wardrobe, then Lexi, then Nate, and then groceries and my evening would be free for our performance at the little cafe downtown.

I stared downwards as I walked, trying to stop the wind from hitting my face so directly. My shoulders were haunched, feet dragging. Had I mentioned that I hated the cold? I was lost in the crowd before too long, weaving in between the people. I stopped in front of some clothing store, going in. I hated clothes shopping, this would be fun.

*** I stepped out of my car, entering the building. They had told me it was a studio, but it was an apartment complex. I shrugged, trotting up the stairs. I knocked on the door three times before the door opened. I held out my hand, grinning, "Haven Anderson."
The man before me appeared to be in his early to mid twenties, with short, straight, black hair and hazel eyes. He wore a simply, plain white tee shirt with a black overcoat. He had black jeans and blue tennis shoes. He had a piercing on the right side of his lower lip, a little metal ball.
He grabbed my hand, nodding with a warm grin as he shook it, "Adrian Piers, a pleasure. Come on in." He opened the door wide, stepping back. "Hey, guys. Come say hi to Haven." A tall, short blonde walked over, her hair pulled back into a high pony tail. Her features were only somewhat similar to Adrian's, but there was a resemblance. Her eyes were also brown, and her eye shadow matched. Her lashes were long and curled upwards, her lips a nude pink, covered in gloss.

She had about three different earrings in each ear, two to three different rings on each finger, an arm full of bangles, and a dark blue felt choker. She had on a dark blue spaghetti strap, tight-fitting tank, denim skinny jeans, and black knee-length converse.
"Leah Piers. I'm Adrian's half-sister." She stuck out her hand, and I shook it, grinning at her.
"A pleasure, Leah." She nodded, stepping aside. A tall, skinny man was behind her. He had to be in his earlier twenties. He had dirty blonde hair, sticking out from under a blue and red striped beanie. His eyes were brown, and he held a goofy grin.
He had an old, light blue graphic tee, slightly baggy jeans, riddled with holes, and blue vans. He pulled a hand from his pocket, a black watch on his wrist. "Jeremy Strase." I shook his hand as well, then stepped back, "So, who does what?"
Adrian pointed to himself, "Lead guitarist," then Leah, "Drummer," then Jeremy, "Bassist." He finished. I blinked.

"And on vocals?" Leah spoke up, this time.
"Gypsy Summers." She rubbed her neck.
"And where is she?" I peered around the room.
"She couldn't make it, she had meetings and errands to run."
"Oh. This isn't important enough?" Adrian's eyes flared.
"Don't go getting any bad thoughts. We would fall apart without Gypsy, she's always been there for us, she can have a day off. Things have been kind of stressful for her, anyway." He crossed his arms.
I sighed, "Do you at least have something with her voice on it?"
"Whoa, this is just a meet and greet. We can't play without Gypsy. She'll be here next time." Jeremy spoke, this time.

"What? Don't piss him of, Jere. We can play, and if he likes it," Leah started.
"He can come back to hear Gypsy with us." Adrian finished.
I relaxed, they seemed like good people, "Alright. Shall we?" I smiled, following into what appeared to be the studio. They had their own. I settled into the red Victorian couch, watching as they were getting ready. I was in the room with them, I didn't want to bother with all the other junk.
"Ready?" Adrian looked around at the others, they nodded, "This is Yell, Gypsy wrote it." And with that, they started. It was amazing, their sound. I found myself tapping my fingers and nodding my head only halfway through it.

I got up after they finished, applauding. They were all smiling wide, "Wait until you hear it with vocals and back up guitar."
"Back up guitar?" I blinked.
"Yeah, Gypsy's usually on a different type of guitar, playing the same notes. It really sounds awesome. Like a perfectly matched duet." Jeremy nodded.
"Huh. Can't wait." I checked my watch, "Damn. I've gotta get going. It was really a pleasure. I'll see you guys again on.. Thursday? That gives you six days. Sound good?"
Adrian stood walked over, shaking my hand again, "Sounds awesome. See you then. Thanks for stopping by." I nodded, turning towards the door. I raised a hand, giving a quick gesture of goodbye, then stepped into the dark, musky hallway, holding a small grin.