FIFTEEN YEARS OLD:
"I am... So sorry!" the boy tells me, crouching down to help me pick up the books he had knocked from my arms.
"No, it's fine... I was daydreaming. Again," I reply, smiling at him as he passes me my history notebook. I watch him as he pauses, lifting up my sketchbook for a closer look. I don't do art, but I still like to draw. A part of me wants to reach out and snatch the book away from him, slam it shut and run off. Another part of me wants to guide him through the drawings, attempt to explain what was going on in my head as I drew them.
"These are amazing," he says and I blush. I shake my head, they're not terrible, I guess. "No, really," he insists, turning the page before finding it snatched from his hands.
"Come on, Maria," James says, sticking his hand out to me to pull me to my feet. I stare at it for a moment; I don't want to take it. He flaps his hand at me and I find myself putting mine into his.
"Bye, Maria," the boy says as James practically drags me down the hallway.
"Bye..." I trail off, realising I don't know the boy's name.
"Zack," he starts, smiling weakly at me and brushing his curly hair out of his eyes. "Zack Merrick,"
"Bye, Zack. Thank you," I manage to call out, before James turns a corner, pulling me along with him, muttering about the amount of assholes in this school.
TWENTY-ONE YEARS OLD:
"I got your picture
I'm coming with you
Dear Maria, count me in
There's a story at the bottom of this bottle
And I'm the pen
When the lights go up
I wanna watch the way you
Take the stage by storm
The way you wrap those boys around your finger;
Go on and play the leader
Cuz you know its what you're good at
The low road for the fast track
Make ever second last
Cuz I got your picture
I'm coming with you
Dear Maria, count me in
There's a story at the bottom of this bottle
And I'm the pen
Make it count when I'm the one
Who's selling you out
Cuz it feels like stealing hearts
Calling your name from the crowd
Live and let live
You'll be the showgirl of the home-team
I'll be the narrator
Telling another tale of the American dream
I see your name in lights
We can make you a star
Girl we'll take the world by storm
It isn't that hard
Cuz I got your picture
I'm coming with you
Dear Maria, count me in
There's a story at the bottom of this bottle
And I'm the pen
Make it count when I'm the one
Who's selling you out
Cuz it feels like stealing hearts
Calling your name from the crowd
Whoa oh
Ha ha!
Take a breath, don't it sound so easy?
Never had a doubt
Now I'm going crazy
Watching from the floor
Take a breath, let the rest come easy
Never settle down
Cuz the cash flow leaves me
Always wanting more
Cuz I got your picture
I'm coming with you
Dear Maria, count me in
There's a story at the bottom of this bottle
And I'm the pen
Make it count when I'm the one
Who's selling you out
Cuz it feels like stealing hearts
Calling your name from the crowd
Cuz I got your picture
I'm coming with you
Dear Maria, count me in
There's a story at the bottom of this bottle,"
Oh my god.
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Dear Maria, Count Me In
FanfictionMaria McLean met Alex on her twenty-first birthday in Vegas and they hit it off instantly. Maria has never heard of All Time Low, so imagine her surprise when it turns out that not only is she dating the lead singer, but that she also used to go to...
