Broken, Bruised and Scared {COMPLETE}

Breakdowns and Meltdowns All Lead To A Countdown

        I sighed, figuring if I don't answer his 3,000th call then he would just continue calling. I'm not even kidding, my phone keeps track and that's the legit number of missed calls I have from him. That's just these past few months! Don't you even get me started on the Holidays, oh my holy mother of Hades, it's like he's making a song with his ringtone holy cow. I sighed sliding the green button across the screen, the phone answering the call as I put the cellular device up to my ear, slightly annoyed.

"S-S-Scarlett?" He stuttered, seeming surprised that I answered.

"Unless you have another person you call 100 times a week." I stated simply.

"You don't stutter anymore." He said sadly, almost as if he missed it.

"For the most part, it still pops up from time to time. I figure it's my past being an attention whore; no matter how hard I forget, it still manages to stay vividly there."I said, hearing him chuckle, I wondered if there's actually a point in his call.

"We should catch up sometime soon." He said, sadness lacing his voice.

"I don't know Andy..." I trailed off, torn between the two possible answers I could give.

"Please?" He pleaded, sounding like he was on the verge of tears.

"You still chill in LA, yeah?" I asked, not wanting him to cry right then and there.

"Y-Yeah." He said, sounding more hopeful than ever.

"My last performance of The Voice will be next week, so this week is going to be me training and shit but I can try and squeeze you in." I said and I could hear the smile in his voice.

"Really?!" He asked happily.

"Yeah." I said, a massive grin on my face.

I had my keys in my other hand as I walked over to my car; it was a black with white as the accent colour. I waved goodbye to my friends, blowing them a kiss before mouthing 'I love you' and leaving the building. I sighed as I saw paparazzi and I instantly knew what they were going to ask. There's been false rumours going around that me and Adam are dating, is ridiculous; am I not allowed to have a friend without it turning into some kind of affair? I squinted due to the flashing cameras and screaming reporters. I angled the bottom of the phone away from my mouth briefly.

"SCARLETT! SCARLETT! WHAT WAS THAT DATE ABOUT?" One reporter asked.

"ARE YOU TWO DATING?" Another asked.

"YOU GUYS HAVEN'T BEEN SEEN TOGETHER RECENTLY, HAVE YOU GUYS BROKEN UP?" Another asked, jumping on the bandwagon.

I became fed up, taking the camera of the reporter that was trying to piss me off and smashing it on the ground, not blinking or stopping once.

"It was not a date you insolent, oblivious Neanderthals, it was a simple meet up. We can't possibly break up if the thought of actually dating first hasn't even crossed our minds. Now, for the TWENTIETH time this week, unless your questions are worth my answer, leave me alone." I stated, unlocking my car.

"HEY! MY CAMERA! YOU'RE GOING TO PAY FOR THAT!" The reporter screamed in anger.

"Bill my father." I said, getting in my car and he became confused.

"Who would that be?!" He shouted as I closed my car, starting it up and backing it out.

"Satan." I said, hearing Andy chuckle as I drove away.

I ended up laughing a bit as well, now finding both his laugh and my response amusing. We ended up just chatting, talking about random stories and laughing. I told him about Vic and Kellin's marriage plans, smiling at the thought of it. He laughed at my plan to wear a tux, causing me to point out the time he almost wore his footie pajamas onstage. We ended up getting into, what started as, a playful fight but turned into an all out war of revenge. I heard wind whipping but it wasn't on my end, is he outside?