Somewhere in Neverland | All Time Low *Completed*

16 year old Wendy Price isn't the prettiest or most popular girl in school. After being dragged to an All Time Low concert by her emo best friend Gemma, Wendy finds herself stuck in numerous unlikely situations with lead singer, Alex Gaskarth. But maybe Alex turned up for a reason? Maybe Alex can take Wendy to a place where anything is possible? Maybe he can take her to Neverland? Based on the All time Low song 'Somewhere in Neverland'. Contains slight mature content


22. Accidental Realization

For the rest of the week, Gemma was pissed at me. Whenever I'd text her, she'd read and ignore. She never returned my calls. It was getting harder and harder to talk to her, but I figured she'd come round eventually, if I gave her time. On the other hand, I was meeting Alex today, which I was really excited about. Mum was out of town for a few days with John and Michael, going to visit Grandma and Grandpa, so Alex was going to be staying at mine tonight.


At least, if I couldn't have my bestfriend, I could have my boyfriend.


* * *

"Wendy!" Alex bent down and kissed my forehead, like he always did when he entered my house.

"Alex!" I stood on tiptoes and kissed his stubbly cheek. "You need a shave." I murmured.


He laughed and shut the door, and we walked into my living room.

* * *

"I love you," I breathed, as Alex and  I made out on the sofa.

"I love you, Wendy Price, more than anyone or anything," he whispered against the skin of my neck as he left trails of kisses until he got to my shoulder.


Our lips met, and an explosion of passion and electricity took over me, animal and crude. I locked my fingers in his soft brown hair, and he snaked his arms around my waist, as we lay on the sofa.


Then, all of a sudden -


"Wendy! You're Mom gave me the key to your house, I just wanted to say that I'm -"


Shit. I looked up from under Alex, and I'd been right. There she stood. Gemma, in the doorway, a look of shock and pain and hurt across her face. Vulnerability in her eyes. An "I'm Beary Sorry" teddy in her arms.


"A-Alex? W-Wendy?" tears spilled down her cheeks. "So... its true... I was right... Wendy, how could you?"

"Gemma, it happened, I'm sorry, I don't know how, I don't know why, I just love him, and I'm sorry-" I reached out to hug her, but she jerked away from me, like I was some hobo trying to steal her purse.

"Don't touch me," She breathed. I could see anger boiling in those usually calm, ocean blue eyes. Now they were cruel, icy. "Don't." she glared at me, then turned at walked out the house. Again.


I picked up the "I'm Beary Sorry" teddy she'd dropped on my carpet. "Shit," I sobbed.

"Hey, its ok, Wend," Alex came and pulled me into a tight hug, and I rested my head against his chest, my tears probably staining his shirt. His intoxicatingly good scent reassured me, made me slightly calmer. I guess that was just the effect Alex had on me.


"What are we gonna do, Alex?"


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