Clarissa's POV
There's no such thing as happiness. You can't expect yourself to be at a good point for too long; it'll just be ripped away from your grasp before you can speak of it. This accident has been a tragedy, yes. However, I couldn't be more grateful for it happening. If it hadn't taken place, I wouldn't understand what I now know. Happiness isn't something you should consider for yourself. It's not an option. The word is filled with constant tragedies waiting to destroy you. Leaving you with nothing but a broken mindset.
No, I don't believe in depression. It's not something I think can be a label, just as happiness isn't. I believe it's just a thing called life. You're either having a good day, an okay day, or a terrible day. I don't believe in happiness or depression because it sounds like a permanent label. You're depressed. You're happy. See, it just doesn't work like that. You aren't just one of them. I like to think they both come together in the middle. I don't know what to call it, but maybe it doesn't need a label. Life would be a lot easier if people stopped labeling everything. Sort of like the high school reputations; the jocks, the nerds, the loners, the mean girls, the wanna-be populars, the nobody's, the freaks, the outcasts, the list goes on and on. I find it absolutely ridiculous that you have to be fitted into a category. However, it's just something that can't be stopped. You automatically categorize everyone you see, without meaning to do so. You can't tell me you've never looked at someone and said wow, they must be a jock. Or wow, look at that group of outcasts. It's normally not something you're proud of. It just happens, it's uncontrollable. You can't help but wonder what other people see you as also. Are you an outcast too? Are you a wanna-be popular? These thoughts linger throughout your mind, whether it being unintended or not. This, my friends, is called society.
The beeps of the monitors went off quite often, snapping me out of my thoughts here and there. Being in a hospital isn't exactly what I expected. Then again, when do you ever expect what happens to you? What would the roller coaster of life be without a good ol' surprise? The ups wouldn't be nearly as enjoyable without the downs.
I heard a faint knock on the door of the hospital room, expecting to be Luke. He's been visiting me non-stop. Not that I don't enjoy his company. I just wish he'd focus more on himself and his own career rather than me. I'm honestly just fine physically, I don't need him to watch over me every second like he thinks. I'm almost positive every second he's not with me, he's thinking about me. No, not thinking about me, worrying about me in particular.
He's got a lot ahead of him. He needs to put forth his best effort instead of giving as little as possible so he can spend the rest of his energy worrying about me. I just wish he'd realize I'm a big girl and I can handle myself. I'm not five years old, I don't need constant babysitting. I can tell his band mates are getting fed up with it as well. You can see it on the scowls covering their faces when they practice.
The ever so familiar man in a white coat appeared once again, this time with a wide smile across his face.
"Ms. Winters, I'm happy to inform you you're free to leave. We'll have your wheel chair here any second now." He told, and I let out a sigh of relief. I couldn't be more ready to get out of here. Maybe Luke won't worry as much with me out of the hospital.
"Great. I'm ready to leave straight away," I beamed, and he just chuckled lightly.
A wheel chair was soon rolled into the room. My eyes almost popped out of my head. I just took into realization that I will have to wheel around in that thing for an entire month. Kill me now.
I groaned as I was lowered into the chair. I'm dreading this already. My mom took the back of the handles with a smile, pushing me out of the room. The sympathy she had for me was evident in her teddy bear brown eyes.
This is going to be a long month, that's for sure.
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"Hey guys! If you've been wondering what's been happening, in this video you'll get more information than just the 140 character tweets. I got in a car accident, and it was pretty severe. I almost didn't make it. However, I pulled it through with two broken legs and multiple bruises. I'll be in this wheel chair for about a month until it heals up. So for now, I won't be doing any performances for the next month because of this. I'll still be making music though, don't worry! I'll be active on Twitter and all that as well. I'm feeling just fine, so don't get too worried about me. I'll be back to normal soon enough. I love you guys, have a nice day!" I smiled brightly, waving towards the camera before turning it off. I'll have to upload that to YouTube later.
"Clarissa?" The voice belonged to Luke, of course.
"Hey," I smiled warmly. He took me gently into his arms. His familiar scent filled my nostrils, giving me a sense of comfort and security.
"How're you doing?" He asked.
"I'm doing great, Luke. It's like nothing ever happened. I'm feeling no pain whatsoever." Lies. "No need to worry about me. Please, just carry on with your career. Don't stop giving it your all just because I'm in a wheel chair. It doesn't effect much." I pleaded, looking deep into his sea blue eyes.
"Clarissa. You can't just expect me to pretend you're not hurt! Why does everyone keep telling me this?" He groaned, ruffling his hands through his hair.
"People keep telling you this because it's the truth. You're just the only one who isn't realizing it. Please, Luke. Do it for me. It would honestly make me happier if you were happy. If you keep doing this to yourself, it's only going to stress me out, and I'm only going to get worse. Your idea of protecting me right now isn't the correct idea. Listen to the one you're trying to protect."
His eyebrows were furrowed, deep into thought. I'm glad he's taking what I said into consideration at least.
"I guess I'll try to do my best. For you," he spoke, nearing closer to me. He brought his hands to my face, cupping my cheeks. His lips inched closer and closer to mine until they finally collided, sending the butterflies to go wild, as usual. I smiled into the kiss, causing him to do the same.
Our lips moved in sync for the next couple minutes, just enjoying the moment. With our new lives, moments like this won't come often. We have to cherish them.
I pulled away, resting my forehead upon his. The only thing you could hear was the sound of our heavy breaths.
"I love you," he whispered.
"I love you too."
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Luke's POV
"I can't believe we're meeting All Time Low! And we're going to write a song with them! Is this real life? Michael, could you please pinch me?" Calum squealed. I'd never seen him this excited in the many years I've been friends with him.
All Time Low, one of our favorite bands, heard our music on the radio and found out we happened to be big fans of them. They contacted us and asked us if we'd like to write a couple songs with them- of course we accepted gratefully. Calum had been the most excited out of all of us, followed by Ashton, who's a bit better at containing his excitement. Calum has no control whatsoever.
"I mean, this is surreal! I've loved this band for as long as I can remember, and they want to meet us. I can't believe it! This is going to be the absolute best day of my life!" Calum continued, the rest of us rolling our eyes. This has been all he's been saying for the past 20 minutes in the back of the limo, and I think we're all fed up with it.
"Okay, Calum, calm down. We're almost there, we don't want to scare them off with your fan-boy ways. Got it?" I scolded, earning a pout from Calum. I just chuckled.
My eyes widened as their house came to view. This is Alex from All Time Low's house- him and the rest of the band are inside. Okay, I might have to now join Calum in his fan-boy session.
There they all stood, outside the door awaiting our arrival.
We stepped outside the car, walking towards them slowly in shock.
"Hey! It's great to finally meet you guys! We love your music. Should we get started on the songs?" Jack asked.
None of us could use words in this moment, so we all simply nodded.
Now we were heading inside Alex Gaskarth's house to write songs with them. This can't be real.
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im going to try to make the chapters extra long from here on out because this fan fiction, sadly, will be coming to an end soon! I may or may not do a sequel, depending on the feedback it receives.
have a nice day everyone! :)
-b