"Come on Lance, let's go dance," I grabbed
Lance's hand and drug him onto the sand. He had been sitting at the tables on
the dock the whole time, and I was started to get worried that he was going to
disappear. He seemed so unsocial.
"Do I really have to?" he asked as I drug him down
the beach where everyone was dancing.
"YES!" I said to him, "come on, you'll have a
lot of fun, don't just sit there the whole time."
"Ok, but only for you," he smiled as we got to the
dancing part and I turned around and started to dance with him.
We were dancing for about half an hour, when "Tearin' Up
My Heart" came on. The guys laughed together, and they started to do their
dance moves to the song. Everyone made a circle around them as they danced. They
truly were great. They seemed to be having a lot of fun too.
The song ended and everyone cheered for them. They just bowed
and smiled, yelling out "Thank you". After about five minutes everyone
went back to dancing.
Lance ran up to me laughing. He hugged me, "You were
right, I'm having a ton of fun."
"What did I tell you Mr. Bass. You needed to have some
fun."
"I'm Mr. Bass now?" he asked looking at me weirdly,
"I thought I was your friend," he looked sad now, but I knew he was
joking around.
"Nah, I'm not your friend," I was laughing, "no
one likes you, they just pretend to," I knew I was in trouble now.
"That wasn't funny," I think I upset him, because he
looked down at the ground and didn't threaten me like he normally would do.
"Aw, I'm sorry," I said as I lifted his head up with
my hand, "I still love you," I said that as a joke, but meant it as a
friend.
"Really?" he asked as I nodded my head, "yay!"
he hugged me as he was shouting yay.
He looked over to the right and looked like he went into
shock, "What's wrong," I asked him. Lance pushed me down on the ground
and went on top of me, covering me. When I looked over I saw a guy shooting a
gun. The firing was silent, but he was there. He just kept shooting, and didn't
stop until he ran out of bullets. As soon as he ran out, he ran to a car and
drove away fast.
"Lance, he's gone," I said shaken up,
"Lance?" I felt something warm drip onto my arm. Turning over to get
Lance off of me, I was full of blood, Lance's blood.
"Lance," I started to cry, "Lance get up, come
on. You can't be shot, no you can't," the tears were coming down my face
like a pouring rain. I saw him move his head a bit, "Lance?"
"Gabriele," he choked out, "don't leave
me," he went limp then.
"Lance!" I shouted, the guys ran over to me, hearing
me yell, "he won't get up. Why won't he get up," I was crying
hysterically now, the other guys were too from seeing their friend hurt and from
me.
"Someone call 911," I heard someone shout, but
didn't know who.
"Get up Lance, you can't leave me, don't leave. Come on
Lance, please?" I couldn't stop crying as I stroked my hands through his
hair.