Forbidden Love

“Wait, what do you mean she left”…I asked.
“As in she packed her bags, called a cab, and walked off of the tour bus”…Clark said.
“Oh God”…I muttered putting my head in my heads.
“What’s wrong Ash”…Jon asked.
“I’m a terrible person! I broke up a happily engaged couple for 50 bucks”…I muttered.
“You ask me, you weren’t paid enough”…Anthony laughed. I throw a pillow at his head.
“Not the time to laugh you…you….Meany!”..I yelled.
“Wow, meany? That may scar him for life”…Spencer said sarcastically.
“Hey, I’m feeling guilty…it’s the best I can do under guilt”…I yelled throwing a pillow at him to.
“You shouldn’t feel guilty…that was awesome!”…Christian said smiling.
“Ugh!”…I yelled.
“What?”…he asked.
“I don’t have a pillow to throw at you”…I mumbled.
“If you feels so bad about it,,,why don’t you just…talk to him”…Ryan said.
“You’re right! Ryan you are officially my favorite”…i smiled giving him a hug then walking to Brendon room to see him with his head in his hands.
“Hey…”…I whispered/
“Go away Ash”..he mumbled.
“I…I need to talk to you”..I said.
“I said go away Ashlea”…he muttered.
“Ugh, if you’re gonna be so hard headed I’m going to just t sit here until you stop mopping around”…I said sitting across from him.
After about 5 minutes he took his head out of his hands and looked me straight in the eyes.
“what do you want Ashlea?”…he asked.
“Well,,, you know about that big fight you had with Jenny?”…I asked.
“Yeah, it kind of just happened”…he answered rolling his eyes.
“Well….I may have caused it.”..I muttered.
“Well yeah, you did but how did you know she was going to blow her top off like that…it’s not your fault, I mean you didn’t mean to get us to start fighting”…he said trying to comfort me.

why is he making this harder?

“Well…I kind of did mean it”…I whispered looking down on the floor.
“What”…he asked.
“I….uh, I planned it”…I said looking back at him, he stood up.
“So you mean to tell me you planned to ruin my life”…he yelled.
“No….just to get you two fighting like you usually do”…I said.
“I can’t believe you would do something so….so childish!”…he exclaimed.
“Brendon I’m sorry”…I apologized.
“Yeah, I guess it’s whatever”…he sighed.
“Really? I mean you’re not going to keep yelling at me?”…I asked.
“No, but I’m going to start calling you kid again”…he answered.
“What?”..I whined.
“You deserve it, it’s your fault she even left…now go call a cab kid I got to go get my girl”…he said smiling.

I just had to do the “right” thing…

“OK, so she’s in that hotel”…I said to Brendon.
“OK, I’ll be back soon”…he said.
“Right”…I muttered putting in my head phones telling the cab driver to park and wait.
I knew that they would make up, make out one thing would lead to another…so I brought music because I knew it was going to be a long “be back soon”.

10 minutes Later…

He was back without the roses and with a pissed expression on her face.
“What happened?”…I asked pulling out my head phones.

He didn’t answer and we drove back to the tour bus in silence…

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