No Regrets.

I rolled over in my bunk and felt another body; I sighed and stayed still, not wanting to wake her. My eyes fluttered open and took in her features, her blonde hair was flowing over her shoulder, her lips were full and light pink. She rolled over and slowly opened her eyes, a smile spread across her lips.

“Good morning babe.” She yawned.

I grinned, “Morning Em.”

She continued to stretch; I rolled out of the bunk. Everyone else seemed to be awake; all eyes were on me as I walked to the kitchen and made a bowl of cereal. I rolled my eyes and slowly ate. Emma emerged from the bunk a few minutes later. She smiled at everyone; they forced one back. Emma and I had been dating for about two months now; much to the guy’s dismay. Apparently, they didn’t like any girl I was with. I chuckled at this thought, which caused Emma to glance my way.

Her blue eyes locked on mine, “What’s so funny?”

I shook my head, “Nothing.”

She raised an eyebrow at me, I just shrugged it off. She was ready to start a fight and I was really not in the mood. She sat across from me, grimacing at the options for breakfast.

“Where are we?” She questioned.

Kennedy spoke up, “Jersey.”

She nodded and glanced at me once more, “John, do you want to get breakfast?”

“I just ate.” I stated.

Emma glared at me, “Fine, I’ll go alone.”

She practically stormed out of the tour bus. I groaned and followed her; I always did. As I caught up to her, I couldn’t help but realize how cold it was outside. I cursed myself for not bringing a jacket. Emma reached for my hand, I pulled it away.

“Oh don’t get pissed.” She said.

I shook my head, “Whatever.”

She stopped dead in her tracks, “If you’re gonna be like that, then just go back to the bus.”

“Or you can just go back home.” I stated.

Emma stood there, her hand on her hip; she wasn’t going to back down. “That’s not going to happen.”

I laughed, “Really? If I dump you then yeah, you can go home.”

She rolled her eyes, “You’re not going to dump me.”

I paused for a few moments, “We’re done Emma.”

I knew she didn’t take it seriously, she never did. Maybe it was the fact that I had broken up with her many times before. She laughed at me and continued walking towards our undecided destination. After a few blocks, she walked into a small café. Rather than ordering with her, I sat down at a table and glanced out the window.

My mind was consumed with thoughts on how my life was now. I was where I had planned to be; touring was always my dream. It felt amazing to know that I was only twenty-two and already fulfilling my life long goals. Emma cleared her throat, I glanced over at her. She was sipping a cappuccino and staring at me.

“Being deep?” She questioned.

I shrugged, “Just thinking.”

The two of us stayed quiet as she ate her breakfast. I couldn’t help but think how different she was from Kaylynn. The two could not be more opposite; well that was four years ago. I have no idea how Kaylynn acted now; but from what I hear, she’s pretty much the same.

Emma finished her breakfast and without a word, stood up and left the café. Yet again, I followed her; she reached for my hand again; this time I allowed her. We walked back towards the tour bus hand in hand, we seemed like the perfect couple; we were far from it.

When we got back, Kennedy was on the phone. The guys were crowded around yelling and acting like their usual selves. I heard a laugh, her laugh; it caused the painful memories to cloud through my mind; I tried my hardest to push them to the back of my mind. Emma and I went unnoticed; which I felt was somewhat of a good thing.

“Whatever Kay, anyways, how are you and Roman?” Kennedy asked.

Roman, the last time I heard about him was last year. Kaylynn had just started dating him; it made me mad to know that they were still together.

"We’re great, things couldn’t be better.” She paused, “Well, maybe if our heat would turn back on.”

Hearing that was the last straw, I walked to the back of the bunk. The guys noticed me and yelled more.

“John, sound check.” Jared shouted.

I groaned and walked back to the living area; Kennedy had just hung up the phone. I hadn’t heard Kaylynn’s voice in a long time, much less her laugh. It was hard to cope with; but I bet she felt the same way about me. Which is probably the reason why she never came to our concerts; and the reason why I never had the guts to talk to her. We were both avoiding each other.