Musicians/Music Groups Fan Fiction >> Good Charlotte
The following is a work of fiction. Any statements regarding any person, place, or other entity (real or imaginary) is the sole responibility of the author of this work of fiction. Fan Works Inc. takes no responsibility for the content of user submitted stories. All stories based on real people are works of fiction and do not necessarily reflect on the nature of the individuals featured. All stories based on other copyrighted works are written with authors knowing that these works violate copyright laws.
Please see the Terms of Service for more information.
New fic from me. Enjoy. Oh, and by the way, Benji and Joel aren't brothers in this
story. They just look alike. You'll understand when you read it.
Once again, I'm in his shadow. I see him and he cannot see me. That's how it has
always been. He's constantly surrounded by his plethora of friends while I walk this
wasteland they call reality alone and cold. I've been molded by my loneliness into this
self-hating lie. I am a lie because it is known by everyone that I am alive and breathing
when in truth I am dead and unventilated. Everyone except him. I don't think he's ever
even looked at me, absentmindedly nor intentionally. But why should I be surprised?
I've never had a friend.
Okay, I lied. I did have one friend. His name was Joel. Joel and I were so close. We
had known each other a year before we started dating. I can almost feel him holding
me right now. So...close. Ah, but anyways, things were going great. I remember it
well. It was our third year anniversary and he was driving to my house to come pick me
up and take me somewhere. I don't know where he was going take me because it was
a secret and remains so to this day.
It was the stormiest night I can ever remember Waldorf ever having. I called him earlier
to tell him that we can postpone this date until a clearer night but he insisted that we go
that night. I wish he lived closer to me than he did. He lived in a town about 10 minutes
from mine. We had met on the internet and since we could drive we were able to go
visit each other.
Anyway, he was halfway between the two cities when the semi hit his little junker car.
The driver of the semi had been high on these pills that you can take to make you're
self stay awake. They don't work. He was awake yes, but he wasn't alert. He had
driven into on coming traffic and Joel just happened to be the one coming. When the
driver realized where he was it was too late. They both swerved the same direction to
get out of the way and hit at an angle. Just before they hit, Joel slammed on the breaks
causing the front of his car to rise just enough that the force of impact would cause it to
completely flip over. And that just what it did. The car flipped backwards three or four
times. He was crushed in his seat on all four sides.
The sad part was he was still alive, suffering. Witnesses of the collision called an
ambulance and fire station. The two departments arrived in nearly no time at all and
started to plot how they would get him out of there. Soon, the firefighters carefully
sawed the top and side of the car off and cut the seatbelt off of him. They pulled him
out and laid him on the stretcher and drove him to the hospital.
When they got there, immediately, doctors were surrounding him. Somehow they had
gotten my phone number and they informed me of what had just taken place. I got to
the hospital moments later. Naturally I asked if I could see him but I was denied. I was
too shocked to cry so I just sat there in the painfully white waiting room and preyed.
Now, I am not a religious person but I had to do something. Anything. I was in the
waiting room for nearly two hours. One of the doctors stepped out of the operating
room and walked over too me with a smile on his face. I was told that he was going to
be fine and that he should be out of the hospital in about two weeks. They allowed me
to see him. Overwhelmed with rejoice I cried as I walked over to his bed. I looked at
the heart monitor which conveyed a steady beat. Hesitantly, I touched his hand.
He flat lined. I touched him and he died. The doctors happy faces turned grim as mine
did. They began to use that heart shocker thing on him. He came around a few times
as if he was trying to stay with me. But he couldn't do it. In his own way that I will never
really fully understand, he said goodbye to me for the last time. The doctors covered
his face with the white sheet and told me that I could have as long as I needed with
"Happy Anniversary..." was all I could say before I broke down. My head fell in a sort of
slow motion onto his chest and I sobbed my eyes out. My hands felt around
desperately for any sign of warmth on his body. Then I felt something in a coat pocket.
I pulled it out to find that it was a small black velvet box. I nearly fell over. I couldn't
I opened the box slowly to find a simple, silver, thumb ring with the word, 'Forever..."
engraved in it. Everything inside me just broke into a thousand tiny pieces as if a giant
hand had closed itself around me and then blew my dust into the blackness. I left the
room with the ring in my hand as I cried slowly to myself.
Am I really meant to be alone? I asked god for a favor. I asked him to keep Joel alive
and did he do it? NO! No one will ever care for me the way Joel did. As I see it, Joel
was my god.
This boy sitting in front of me. He looks so much like Joel. Everyday in class when he
walks into the room I see Joel for a tenth of a second before I realize that Joel's not
here anymore. You took your assigned seat in front of me. I caught myself staring and
to my surprise, I caught you staring too. I looked away. I think he was just staring
because I was. Cautiously I looked back to see if you had looked away. Thank god
you did. I don't know what I would have done if you kept staring at me with those
gorgeous brown eyes of yours.
Halfway into the class period I am startled out of my thoughts by a note that has been
passed to me. I look to see who it's to so that I can find out if I need to forward it or not.
Its to me. Who would be passing me a note?
Ville? Ville Valo? Who is he? I looked up to see a skinny boy with long shaggy brown
hair that was messily tossed into his face. His adorable face. I see green eyes
perfectly outlined in black looking at me and a small smile on his perfectly shaped lips.
I took a heavy breath as I opened the note.
Hey my name is Ville as you probably seen
on the outside of the note. I was just wondering
if you would um....like to go out with me
sometime. If you don't want to I can understand
me being so out of the blue, ya know, but
at least let us get to know each other. I think
you are VERY cute and I've pretty much liked you
since the middle of last year. Well, I'll shut up now
See you later...(hopefully lunch),
I finished the note with a smile on my face. Wow, I can't believe it. Its almost to good
to be true. I had liked him last year too but I figured he was too perfect for me so I
completely gave up. Why would he like me? Well, stranger things have happened....
what the hell. I'll trust him and accept his invite.
Its been five years now and Ville and I are still together. I still wear the ring that says
forever. I thought about it and thought about it and the only purpose I can see god
putting me through losing Joel and finding that ring is because he know one day I'd be
with Ville, forever.
"I love you, Billy." He said softly into my ear as he wrapped his arms around my waist
from the back and pulled me closer to him. And I turned around and replied with a
Short I know
and for those
who don't know
who Ville Valo
is, he's the
singer of the
band, HIM or
on where you're
[Return to Top]
The preceeding was a work of fiction. Any statements regarding any person, place, or other entity (real or imaginary) is the sole responibility of the author of this work of fiction. Fan Works Inc. takes no responsibility for the content of user submitted stories. All stories based on real people are works of fiction and do not necessarily reflect on the nature of the individuals featured. All stories based on other copyrighted works are written with authors knowing that these works violate copyright laws.
Please see the Terms of Service for more information.