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I almost couldn’t read through my tear filled eyes, but I wiped them away and read the others.
Love letters.
He wrote me love letters.
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
Lincoln
Istarted pacing back and forth. “Wait, what? She’s not coming for her birthday. How could she not come to her own damn party? What the—”
“LINCOLN MATTHEW!”
Shit, I didn’t mean to freak like that out loud. My stomach felt like it was going to drop out of my ass. I started getting nervous that my letter was the reason. Maybe I shouldn’t have written to her or even texted her.
“Lincoln. You didn’t even listen to what I said. I said her sister and her friends wouldn’t be coming. You need to chill out.” Mom gave me a crazy look.
“Sorry, Momma.”
I was so embarrassed because I realized how much I just sounded like a little bitch throwing a fit. I would have died if I was the reason she wasn’t coming. I don’t even know if she read the letters yet. I went back to my house to watch some T.V. and tried to get my mind to relax. I was dozing off because I hadn’t been sleeping all too well. I thought I heard my phone ding in my sleepy haze, but I figured it was a dream.
I woke up on the couch the following day. I never set my alarm, so I was late getting to the school for the weekend rehearsal. I was rushing around and never even looked at my phone until about an hour into work.
The students still ask about Aubrey even though she’s been gone for a while now. A pit formed in my stomach every time I heard Aubrey’s name mentioned, but I tried my hardest not to show how much it hurt. I checked my phone on the first break and saw her name on my screen.
Songbird: I love them; thank you for these. I’ll cherish them forever.
I wasn’t sure if I should answer her because I wanted to say so much, but this was not the place to get into it, so I sent a simple “You’re Welcome.” I saw the text bubbles pop up and disappear. I don’t know if that was a good thing or a bad thing.
After rehearsal ended, I texted Elijah to see if he wanted to go out for a beer, but he said he was packing for the tour and told me I could go over to his house if I wanted to, so I did. I don’t want to admit it, but I will miss the shit out of him when he leaves, but I don’t need tickets for his shows since I have a VIP All Access Pass, so I can visit him while he’s on tour whenever and wherever I want. I’m pretty sure it’s just something that Elijah made up for me.
I stopped and grabbed a six-pack at the store to drown my sorrows while he packed. I think he could tell I wanted to talk, but he didn’t push me. I sat on his couch for about twenty minutes, watching a basketball game that I didn’t even care about. I didn’t say a word, and he just kept packing.
He finally looked at me and said something I never expected him to say. “I talked to Aubrey yesterday.”
I was bringing my beer to my mouth and paused before turning to look at him. “Excuse me? You what?”
“Aubrey called me yesterday.” He said it like it was no big deal.
I sat up a little straighter and put my beer down. “For what?” I felt a pang of jealousy, even though I knew there was nothing weird going on between them, because he would never do that to me and neither would she for that matter.
“She asked me not to tell you.”
I stared at him because he was obviously going to tell me. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have said anything at all.
“She wants the band to sing a song she’s writing.” I know I visibly relaxed because he chuckled a little. “She played it for me and it’s really fucking good. She’s not even done with it yet.”
I contemplated what to say next. “Are you going to do it?”
“I’m not sure. If she finishes it before our Connecticut show, maybe we could debut it there. If all the guys like it, of course. It’s not just up to me.”
I looked away and went back to the game. “They will like it… she’s amazing.”
He went back to packing, but he kept looking up at me. “I actually had a better idea if you want to hear it. You’ll hate it, but I think it might just be what you need to make her see you are meant to be together.”
I gave him a confused look. “You want to help me? Why?”
He gave me an annoyed look and threw a pair of jeans at my head. “Are you serious, bro? Of course, I want to help you. You’re my best friend, asshole.”
