My Happy Ending.
Nine.
Calebs POV
"No your not goodbye Caleb." I heard the line go dead. I closed my eyes and bit my lip. She was right. I wasent paying attention to her as much as I used to when I was on tour. I feel absoutly horrible now. I can't believe this is happing. I am missing appoitments for Bentley,I am not there when she needs me. She is all alone in our apartment, lonely, sad, and pregnant. "Caleb!" I groaned and got out of my bunk. "WHAT?!" I saw the guys faces falls "What's wrong with you?!" Kyle asked. I groaned and through my phone. "Me and Deana got into a fight, and now she is mad at me, and I feel horriable about it." John gave me a confused look. "Why are you too fighting?" I sat down and ran my fingers through my hair. "Because we barley talk, I missed appoitments, I wasent there when she found out were having a boy." Everyone smiled and congraulated me, when Marc and Kyle walked in the back room to call their lovers. "Why is it that, you always call me when I am talking to Deana, but when Marc and Kyle go call Bonnie and Britt, you never say a word?" I asked John, he shook his head. "You always call her when there something needed to be done..." "You summonded me to talk about where we wanted food from! That could of waited!!" I yelled and stood up walking to my bunk. I slid my phone out and diled Deanas number.
"Hey this is Deana, I can't get to my phone right now, leave me some love and ill get back to you babe, thanks bye."
I heard that horriable beep. I sighed "Deana, I am so sorry, please answer your phone, I am begging you...please..I love you, call me when you get this."
Deanas POV
I heard my phone ring. I knew excatly who it was, and I was not answering it. He dosent have time to talk, its always the same for the past 3 weeks. "I have to go, boys call." I bet Kyle and Marc talk to Britt and Bonnie more then he talks to me,and I'm carrying his fucken child! I heard a slight knock on the door. "Come in." I said for I am guessing Catt to hear. "Hey you alright?" I shook my head and balled up in the middle of my bed. "Well, how about we buy some icecream, and go talk about Hobos!?" I sat up and giggled as Catt jumped on my bed. I smiled and she started bouncin up and down. "Yaaay! Ice cream! Hobos!" I started to laugh as my phone started to vibrate again. "You should get that." I sighed and walked over looking at the caller. "Its John?" I hit answer. "Hello?" I heard Johns voice boom through my phone. "Deana!" Why was Jonathan calling me? "Uh, Hi Jonathan,what's up?" I heard him sigh, "Caleb is really upset..." "Yeah, well how do you think I feel?!" I heard him sigh, and his voice became softer. "You're probably upset too, but you should really talk to Caleb." I shook my head even though I knew he couldent see me. "No, e woun't have time anyway." I looked at Catt, who was being a spaz, trying to get me to come on. "Deana, please just-" I cut him off. "No, I might talk to him to him later. I got to go. Bye Jonathan." I hung up, and got off the bed, before walking out of the apartment with Catt
"No your not goodbye Caleb." I heard the line go dead. I closed my eyes and bit my lip. She was right. I wasent paying attention to her as much as I used to when I was on tour. I feel absoutly horrible now. I can't believe this is happing. I am missing appoitments for Bentley,I am not there when she needs me. She is all alone in our apartment, lonely, sad, and pregnant. "Caleb!" I groaned and got out of my bunk. "WHAT?!" I saw the guys faces falls "What's wrong with you?!" Kyle asked. I groaned and through my phone. "Me and Deana got into a fight, and now she is mad at me, and I feel horriable about it." John gave me a confused look. "Why are you too fighting?" I sat down and ran my fingers through my hair. "Because we barley talk, I missed appoitments, I wasent there when she found out were having a boy." Everyone smiled and congraulated me, when Marc and Kyle walked in the back room to call their lovers. "Why is it that, you always call me when I am talking to Deana, but when Marc and Kyle go call Bonnie and Britt, you never say a word?" I asked John, he shook his head. "You always call her when there something needed to be done..." "You summonded me to talk about where we wanted food from! That could of waited!!" I yelled and stood up walking to my bunk. I slid my phone out and diled Deanas number.
"Hey this is Deana, I can't get to my phone right now, leave me some love and ill get back to you babe, thanks bye."
I heard that horriable beep. I sighed "Deana, I am so sorry, please answer your phone, I am begging you...please..I love you, call me when you get this."
Deanas POV
I heard my phone ring. I knew excatly who it was, and I was not answering it. He dosent have time to talk, its always the same for the past 3 weeks. "I have to go, boys call." I bet Kyle and Marc talk to Britt and Bonnie more then he talks to me,and I'm carrying his fucken child! I heard a slight knock on the door. "Come in." I said for I am guessing Catt to hear. "Hey you alright?" I shook my head and balled up in the middle of my bed. "Well, how about we buy some icecream, and go talk about Hobos!?" I sat up and giggled as Catt jumped on my bed. I smiled and she started bouncin up and down. "Yaaay! Ice cream! Hobos!" I started to laugh as my phone started to vibrate again. "You should get that." I sighed and walked over looking at the caller. "Its John?" I hit answer. "Hello?" I heard Johns voice boom through my phone. "Deana!" Why was Jonathan calling me? "Uh, Hi Jonathan,what's up?" I heard him sigh, "Caleb is really upset..." "Yeah, well how do you think I feel?!" I heard him sigh, and his voice became softer. "You're probably upset too, but you should really talk to Caleb." I shook my head even though I knew he couldent see me. "No, e woun't have time anyway." I looked at Catt, who was being a spaz, trying to get me to come on. "Deana, please just-" I cut him off. "No, I might talk to him to him later. I got to go. Bye Jonathan." I hung up, and got off the bed, before walking out of the apartment with Catt
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(: I kinda like this chapter.-deanaa.