User blog:Jessie1010/Rocks at My Window, Chapter 1

Hi everybody, it's Matt! This is the fanfiction I am submitting for the Fanfiction Contest. I am sooo excited! This idea is inspired by the song "Rocks at My Window" by Bridgit Mendler. Originally, I was going to do a whole other idea but then this came to mind and I thought it'd be better. I have a lot planned for the coming chapters so if this doesn't move, I'm definitely going to be posting this on Fanfiction.Net. So without further ado...

Rocks at My Window Every Friday night, a certain someone would throw rocks at Ally's window as a call for Ally. Ally would escape from her bedroom and then the two would go off on a romantic evening together. But, on a particular Friday night, Ally is worried that person won't come back throwing those rocks. As Ally takes her journey on this Friday night, she'll learn a lot about two people in her life and what she truly feels inside.

Chapter 1 ALLY's POV 6:45. I lay on my bed, my head turned towards the silver clock radio, my eyes watching the red digits. My curly hair spreads across the smoky white sheets and without warning my hand reaches for a lock to stuff in my mouth. I stop myself before I can do it. I’ve grown out of that. That was the old Ally. Instead, I allow my fingers to twirl the lock delicately across my fingertips. With one movement going, my lungs feel the ability to breathe again and once I begin to breathe my brain feels the comfort to think. I’m like a machine, one function relying on the other to help it continue its work.

Only fifteen minutes until the bangs and the bops sound off into my room, the bangs and the bops that have brought me a sense of thrill, excitement, happiness, and almost every emotion you can think of when you’re about to drive away on honeymoon avenue. Only this time, I’m a nervous wreck.

Every Friday, at 7 o’clock on the dot, I’d hear those bangs and bops. I’d look at my window and see tiny, gray molecules sparkle across it. Eagerly, I’d walk up to it, my face lighting up, and look down to see my one true window sparkler.

“Hey Gavin,” my flirtatious and enlivened voice sang.

The window sparkler smiled brightly up at me, holding a handful of tiny gray rocks in his hand. “Hey, Ally-cat, why don’t you let down your hair and slide on down here?”

I’d smile back at him and open the window, throw down the rope I had ready for the very moment and slide down carefully but still eager to get to him. When I was close enough to where his arms could reach, he’d guide my body down to the ground and help me land safely to the grass below us. After we met, he’d take me in his truck and we’d take a ride somewhere. To the shore, to the park, to the diner, anywhere we were in the mood for. Wherever it was, it’d feel like the most romantic thing in the world. Every Friday night we’d do this. It was the only available time Gavin had. After all, he was Gavin Young.

Now, I’m really not so sure I’m going to be hearing those rocks at my window. Last night, Gavin and I had an argument. Over video chat. It was something…something stupid. At least that’s what I keep telling myself. Hopefully, he thinks the same. Hopefully he thinks it’s something so stupid that it’s not worth skipping out on our weekly Friday night date. They were never really planned, they were never really set in stone. But they’re just expected and frankly, they’re really the only thing I look forward to nowadays.

6:53. Now there are only eight minutes. I always thought this was so romantic of Gavin. No guy has ever done this for me before. It’s become such a special thing in our relationship. If he were to just skip out because of a petty argument…

I decide to stop thinking about it.

"L is for the way you look at me."

I sit up, my hair dragging across the bed and falling just above the small of my back. I listen to the sounds below me.

"O is for the only one I see."

It’s the song L.O.V.E. by Nat King Cole. The song plays in the kitchen downstairs. Probably my dad playing it. That song was the song that brought my parents together. They call it “their song”. Every line describes how they feel about each other.

"V is very, very extraordinary."

Last month, when my mother was home from Africa, my father and her spent a lot of time together. They seemed so happy, like they were falling in love all over again. It was such a sweet sight. Ever since then, my dad has been playing that song.

"E is even more than anyone that you adore."

Austin is convinced they’re going to get back together, but I’m not completely sure. He seemed to be really invested in the progress of their relationship that month. It was kind of sweet of him to be so into romance. My parents' romance. Right now, he’s on a mini tour for a few weeks with Dez. Of course I miss him. I never thought of going to visit him because I’ve been so focused on Gavin.

I sit and listen to the rest of the song. It’s so beautiful. Austin told me he thinks it’s so sweet that my mom and dad have a mutual connection with that song. I wonder if-

6:56. It’s almost 7 o’clock. My pulse begins to quicken and my heart beats so hard, I feel my body shake. If he shows up, I’ll know that he really cares about me. I’ll know it for sure.

6:57. If he doesn’t show then I’ll know that we’re not meant to be. If he skips this because of what happened, it’ll show that he doesn’t care about me enough to forget last night.

6:58. No, I won’t talk like that. Gavin means a lot to me. The argument was my fault anyway. He’s going to show up, anyway, I don’t know why I’m worrying.

6:59. He’s going to show up. I’m going to hear those bangs, bops, bongs, bonks, and everything in between. That’s just how Gavin is. He cares about me like that. Part of me doesn’t even want to live to see the clock strike 7. Maybe I’m just afraid of losing someone I care about. Or maybe I won’t lose him if he doesn’t come. Maybe it’s just all in my head. Maybe--

7:00....

It’s been too long. He’s not coming.....

Bonk! .....Bop! .....Bang!

It's him. Oh my gosh he really came! I see the gray sparkles on my window. Though they’re a little bigger than normal and much darker, I don’t even care. Gavin came and it shows a lot about his character. I run over to the window and look down to see my one true window sparkler.

As soon as I look down I feel a pang of surprise in my stomach. My eyes widen and I laugh a little in relief. Looks like I have two window sparklers now. “Austin?”

A/N: That's it for chapter 1! I hope you guys liked it, I'm not sure how great it is, but hopefully it was good. I wanted to make the blog neat and stuff so I used CSS (psss got the idea from Red). I really hope I get to continue this!

Here is Rocks at My Window for you guys to listen to!