This Is The Primetime (Sequel To "Try Not To Fall For The Blue Haired Douche")

Chapter 13

I am still painting flowers for you

Whoa...

Show my cards, gave you my heart.

Wish we could start all over

Nothin's making sense at all

Tried to open up my eyes,

I'm hopin' for a chance to make it alright 

When I wake up, the dream isn't done

I wanna see your face, and know I made it home 

If nothing is true, what more can I do?

I am still painting flowers for you

I am still painting flowers for you 

I heard everything you said

I don't wanna lose my head 

When I wake up, 

the dream isn't done.

I wanna see your face

and know I made it home!

If nothing is true, what more can I do?

I am still painting flowers for you. 

I am still painting flowers for you.

I am still painting flowers for you..."

I watched as Josh finished the song, unplugged his guitar, smiled at the camera and made a heart with his big hands. 

I smiled. I read the description on the video. To Lauren. I know you hate the romancey crap on Valentines, but hey, if I remember it, I'm taking advantage of it.

I laughed. I decided to do something for him to, and got one of the video camera's out. I just couldn't think of anything to sing. Eventually I gave up.

It started raining at one point.

Lightning crashed, thunder boomed across the sky, but I wasn't scared. I had met up with Josh at the studio, and now we were going to go home and cuddle on the couch and watch movies until this horrible holiday was over. 

I always have hated Valentines Day. That's one of the reasons I never got mad when Josh forgot the day.

The guys were already home, and Josh and I sat in the back seat of a cab, my head on his shoulder and we laced our fingers together.

Then IT happened. 

It kinda all blended together. The skidding tires on the pavement, flashing lights, Josh yelling, then impact. That was the worst. 

I was sitting on the right side of Josh, so it hit me first. The pole sliced through the back of the cab like a knife, leaving a path of destruction. I heard the glass break, and then I cowered. 

I felt a strong force pull me away before most of the glass sliced at my skin, and hold me tight. I realized what was happening too late. 

Josh was saving me.

Before I knew it I was laying on the cold pavement, rain pouring down around me. I was on my back, staring up at the sky. My arm had such a bad pain in it I began to see spots. 

Crowds of on-lookers gasped and started talking, some calling 911. Matt and the rest of the guys arrived soon after. Someone must've called them. 

Matt's face appeared above me. Mixed called of Lauren flooded my ears. I winced, and pushed myself up. I saw many people's worried faces as I started to stand.