What If I Can't Forget You?

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Alex's POV

It had been four weeks since San Fransisco.

Vic and Claire had been officially dating ever since that last day; a relationship status that I envied.

Jaime had completely friendzoned me. I had tried my hardest to escape this fact; gentle flirting, slightly moving closer to him at times, trying not to give myself away. But no. Nothing. I was trapped.

We were great friends, and I genuinely enjoyed spending time with him. But I wanted more, and it hurt me to see Vic and Claire together.

Tonight, though, I met Ian.

I was minding my own business in the crowd, waiting for the boys. Just like every night.

Then, from out of the corner of my eye, came a nine on my scale. A nine. This boy was FINE.

And he was staring at me.

We struck up a conversation. He was my age, he studied music in Vegas. He was so easy to talk to- funny, sweet, a little shy. I liked him more every second.

Soon we were both flirting, and I really liked him. The lights went down, and the show started. We danced and sang the whole time, and I saw his face light up at seeing the boys. He must really, really love them.

After the concert, we hung back until most of the crowd had left, and I hugged him, telling him to call me tomorrow. He smiled, telling me he would, and left.

As I turned around to the stage, I saw one of the curtains twitch, like someone had been there. I walked backstage to where the sweaty boys sat. Vic and Claire sat on one of the couches, laughing and acting silly together. How could a relationship be so cute? How?

Tony and Mike were sprawled on the other couch, looking exhausted from the performance. Jaime stood before me, looking quite flustered.

"Hey Jaime-Time!" I said, punching him in the arm.

"Who was that?" He was solemn and looked a little jealous. I was confused.

"Wha- Oh." I realized he was talking about Ian. "That was Ian. He, uh- he's really cool. We're going to meet up tomorrow." He looked even more agitated and jealous. Yes. Rubbing it in.

"You can't meet up with someone you just met. He could be a rapist." He set his jaw.

"Jaime. Do you realize that you knew Claire and I for less than 24 hours before you agreed to let us come on tour with you?" He scoffed, rolling his eyes.

"That's different."

"No. It's not."

He turned away.

"I don't understand what the hell you're so concerned about."

He whirled around, and opened his mouth as if to say something. He apparently decided not to, and set his jaw again. He turned to the rest of the band and Claire, who now stared at us.

"I'm going back to the hotel." He said quietly, and left through the parking garage door, accompanied by a security guard.

"The fuck was that?" Asked Tony.

"I-" Claire cut me off.

"I think we should all go back to the hotel, we've had a pretty long day." Murmurs of agreement came from the other couches, and we all headed for the door.

I couldn't stop thinking about Ian, and the inevitably awesome day we would have tomorrow.