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


14. Ex-Best Friends

I was so happy that Alex understood.


Or at least, I thought he understood. He seemed a little, I don't know, angry toward my dad... but he didn't know the full story; didn't know that it was actually my fault about my dad's job; and whenever I told him, he wouldn't believe it.


"No Wendy, it was not your fault. It's just what he wanted you to think. He needed someone to blame, Wend." He said, sighing and wrapping an arm around me. We were at his house, because his aunt Bella had wanted to meet me. His band was here too, but they were out back, whilst Alex and I were lounging on his aunt's posh looking white leather sofa, pretending to watch TV but instead conversing quietly.


I sighed and picked up my vodka from the pretty white crystal coffee table situated in front of us. Alex's aunt had also put some Krispy Kreme donuts down in front of us, and I took a plain glazed one hesitantly, not wanting to look like a fatso eating donuts. I was pleased when Alex picked up one for himself as well.


"Hmm." I said responding to his last statement. "I just - don't know,"

he sighed, and turned my face so that I was looking at him. "Listen to me. Its. Not. Your. Fault. I hope the old man rots in hell after what he did to you and your brothers."


I looked at him with pure love. Alex technically hadn't met John and Michael, but I'd asked my Mom and she'd said that I could have Alex over next Tuesday, because that was when the holidays started. Mom had even suggested that I have Alex sleep over.


It had been a couple months since that Tuesday when I'd told Alex about my scars, but he was still worried for me all the same. He wouldn't bring it up twenty four - seven, but sometimes he couldn't resist the topic.


Suddenly, Jack Barakat walked into the room with none other than Gemma, my ex-bestfriend, who still pretended we were super close. I'd heard the things she said about me behind my back, and they weren't pretty.


I shrugged Alex's arm off me before Gemma saw anything.


"Hey Gemma!" I called, trying to sound just as fake as she did when trying to sound friendly.


She looked at me with disbelief for a moment, and I could've sworn she didn't recognize me. I did look different than usual. I'd dyed my mousey brown hair a deeper, chocolate colour, and I was wearing makeup, and it actually looked... kind of nice. I was wearing a large, baby blue soccer jersey, with some skinny baby pink jeans, and some black baseball boots. Yeah, I looked different. Not boring.


Gemma was wearing a tight, figure hugging white dress with a chunky brown belt around her waist, and huge golden hoops hanging from her ears. Her hair was in a slightly chavvy messy ponytail, though I thought it looked quite cute in spite of the circumstance. She had some cute little brown pumps on which tied the outfit together.


Unfortunately, the dress didn't do her any favours; it was too small, and showed a slight tyre of fat on her stomach. I didn't dare to mention it though.


"Wendy! Gosh, you've... changed." she said awkwardly, sitting on the other side of Alex. He shifted a little and moved closer toward me. "Alex, looking lush as always." she put on that sickly baby voice and giggled.


I'd never ever thought once in my life that I'd find Gemma Barakat annoying - but I did.

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