The Black Roses
Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens up your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside and mess you up. You build
up a whole suit of armour, so that nothing can hurt you. Then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid people, wanders into your stupid life... You give them a piece of you. They
didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn’t your own anymore. Love takes hostage. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves
you crying in the darkness, so a simple phrase like "maybe we should just be friends" turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. It's not just in the imagination.
Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.
Chapter 1- New York
“Hurry up Josh!” I screamed at the top of my voice from the bottom of the stairs. “I know you love her, but this is ridiculous.”
“Don’t worry; they won’t be doing anything...” Alex’s voice trailed off when he looked at my angry expression. Trust me, never get on my bad side; once a bimb- I mean cheerleader tripped me up,
I punched her in the face. Well somebody had to do it. Shaking my head, I walked up the stairs to his bedroom door. I took a deep breath and said
“If you don’t come out in ten seconds, I’m gonna come in.” I heard bumping as they tried to clean up... but it wasn’t from his room. Confused, I ran
down the corridor to my bedroom. I busted into the room to find Harry and his new FWB,Sammy, on my bed. My bed! I grabbed Josh and shook him viciously.
“We’re going in half an hour and you’re still with Sammy. In my bed!” I spat in his face, my voice crescendoing in anger. He looked sheepish as he
scrambled to find his clothes. I held back a smirk at his reaction as I walked back down the corridor and into the hallway. Alex shot a sympathetic look at me and looked disgusted as Harry
emerged from the staircase barely five minutes later.
“I hope you changed the sheets” I said through narrowed eyes. Alex placed a hand on my shoulder, to stop me from killing Harry as he led me
“Shotgun!” I shouted as I climbed into the front passenger seat of our new van. Alex climbed into the drivers’ seat and shot me a quizzical
“What? Since we’re going to America, I might as well try the lingo” he rolled his eyes and put our new van into drive as Harry was putting on his
seatbelt behind me. He was smart to sit in the back; if he’d have driven, my actions would kill us all. We'd just bought a Nissan primastar van second-hand to store our band equipment in for
gigs.Next was Harry. He had cropped sandy hair and azure eyes. He played the piano with an exceptional edge. Even though I would never say this to his
face, when he played it, he was so good that he sent a shiver down my spine and I could feel my eyes prickle with tears. See? That’s why I don’t tell him, He’d just pick on me immorally. I was
obviously in it also, my name was Alice and I had shoulder length curly red hair and green eyes. No other family members had red hair. I looked more Irish then English, maybe I should change my
name to Maggie...
I guess I should start by explaining about the band. We consisted of Jess and Alex who were twins, yet looked completely different; While Alex had cerulean blue eyes and shaggy blond hair, Jess
had long curly brown hair and dark brown eyes. They both was the same build though; tall and lanky. Both musically gifted. No joke. Alex was a first-rate guitarist and Jess played the drums
Anyway, my talent, or lack of, was singing, badly I might add. Everybody said I have the voice of an angel, but I knew I didn’t. I could also play the violin, but nobody knew that. One day, when
we were jamming, we decided to form a band. Our name? The black roses. It wasn’t based on the stone roses- even though they are awesome- it was based on our love for the night world series. Don’t
ask why we named it that, we just did. Now I bet you’re wondering where we were going. We were flying from Manchester airport to the big apple. Yup, we were going to New York. I couldn’t wait! I
have always wanted to go to New York, so since Josh figured that we would do great in America we all agreed. Jess only wanted to go for the shopping...well that and the music, but she loved
shopping more. Their parents sort of agreed but on one condition, we had to get into Julliard. And guess what? We did! And now we were picking up jess from her house. Alex piped the horn and Jess
jumped into her seat in the back, leaving her suitcase on the pavement. She gave Alex a pointed look and he sighed and loaded her suitcase in the back. After getting back into his seat, Alex
drove off. We were leaving the van at the port and getting it shipped to NYC along with all our instruments while we flew over.
So here we are, at gate three waiting to board the plane. We had another hour to wait, so Jess being Jess, dragged me to the shops. We looked in WHSmiths for sweets, drinks and magazines. And
upon learning that they didn’t have biscuits in America, only cookies, I decided to stock up on them. And when I say stock up, that’s exactly what I mean. I got rich tea, hobnobs and chocolate
digestives. My mouth watered at the thought. I got Harry a colouring book to keep him busy, seriously, if you didn’t keep him occupied, he would start bouncing off the walls. I pitied Alex having
to sit next to him for the next five hours... Or did I?