Finding My Way

Calling

Chase's POV

It's been weeks since y/n broke up with me. She's been avoiding me ever since, but I still call her every day in hopes she'll answer. She hasn't answered since the day we broke up, though.
In class, she can barely look in my direction. I've stopped trying to get her attention and trying to get her to talk to me. I wish she would, though. I miss hearing her voice.
My phone starts ringing and I rush to unbury it from the mounds of paper scattered across my desk. I find it and am filled with disappointment when the caller id reads Priscilla.
"Hey, what's up?" I greet my assistant.
"Hey, Chase! I've got big news for you!" She chirps almost too happily. How was she always this happy? Maybe because she's not having her heartbroken, I think to myself.
"You there?" She asks due to my lack of response.
"Yeah, I'm here. What's the news?"
"Well, as you know, people absolutely love the EP and the mini concerts you had." She pauses for a second. "And with all the new music you've been making for the past couple of weeks, the label wants you to go on another tour to promote your album."
"My album?" I ask, confused. "I don't have an album yet."
"Oh, but you do!" She chuckles. "Immersive Records wants to put the songs on your EP and the songs you're currently working on together to make up an album. An album called Teenage Heartbreak."
"Teenage Heartbreak?" I repeat. It has a nice ring to it.
"Yeah, and the tour you're going on? The Teenage Heartbreak Experience!"
"Do I have any say in this?" I'm really not in the right mindset to go on tour, I know that much. It's almost as if the record company planned everything without me.
She sighs, "not really, Chase. They already have the venues booked and you're supposed to announce the tour dates tonight."
I sigh frustratedly and run a hand over my eyes, "when does the tour start?"
"Two weeks."
"Two weeks?? They have to stop doing this to me. I'm in high school, I have other responsibilities. I can't just drop everything at the blink of an eye."
"It's the price of being new to the music industry, kid," she says, not unkindly. "Listen, it might be good to get a break from everything and away from the... situation at hand," she references the breakup I told her about.
"Yeah, I guess," I sigh. "Send me the information and everything I'm supposed to post."
I hang up before she can say another word. It's not Priscilla's fault, but I really wish she'd contact me with better news, like my label actually caring about my opinion on things.
The first person I want to call is y/n, so that's what I do.
It rings a few times before the voicemail answers.
"Hey! It's y/n, you know what to do," the recording chirps, using her voice.
I wait for the tone before saying, "hey y/n, it's me. Though I'm sure you already know that. I just got some news, and you're the first person I want to tell. I know you're not talking to me and we're still broken up, but I just wanted you to know, I'm going on tour. In two weeks."
I laugh dryly, "yeah, I know that's happened before. My label likes to spring these things on me. I guess after the tour I'll be releasing an album - I didn't think I had enough songs for an album, if I'm being honest. I just," I sigh, "I really want to talk to you. Possibly see you before I go. I really want things to be different, us to be different, but I completely understand if you don't. But please think about it, okay? I'd really like it if you came with me."
I take a deep breath, trying to think of something else to say before I hang up.
"I love you, y/n. And I don't think I'll ever stop. So please, call me when you get this." I hang up the phone before I say something even more reckless.