"See you in two months." Chris says looking back in forth between my eyes holding my cheeks in his warm hands.
"See you in two months." I whisper a salty warm tear sliding down out of my eye.
He kisses me softly before being yelled at.
"Don't do anything stupid, okay?" He says as we separate and he picks his bag up.
"You either."I reply as he flashes me a smile and walks away blowing a small kiss at me.
And with that they leave, the van fading off into the distance of Chris's neighborhood.
***
I waited those two dreadful months, only hearing him on the phone wishing I was by his side. He had told me about all the amazing stories he had every night which inspired me to start painting again. I painted what I thought he looked like on the stage and what the other boys looked like while playing. I painted what the fans looked like. I painted the silly stories of the boys doing silly things. I painted almost everything that has to do with them, as silly as it is.
When the boys had finally came back Chris and I got extremely close, if it was even possible. We spent almost every hour together unless it was my parents who stopped us from seeing each other. But when he did come back he looked so different I almost didn't recognize the boy I fell in love with. He had grown so much making me feel even shorter. His cute eyebrows were replaced with eyeliner eyebrows, which I didn't mind as much as his height. Instead of two lip rings he came back with three. His hair was a bit of a shocker too, he had part of his head shaved with just a little patch of hair where everything else was shaven. Time flew by so quickly it seemed. Chris still doesn't know I love him and it's been over a year since we got together officially.
"TJ fucking Bell, knock it the fuck off and give me my god damn pants!" I yell as the short mother fucker yells my pants on his head.
This is what I get for spending the night at Angelo's house. This always happens but at least this time it was with my pants and not my bra. I sigh as he runs down the hallway.
"He have your bra again?" Frank asks.
"No, he has my fucking pants." I growl causing Frank to laugh.
All of the sudden there's a loud thump, a loud scream, and laughter. Frank and I look at each other with wide eyes as all of this happens outside of our sight. We immediately go over to where all the noise came from. TJ is on the floor holding his head, my pants right beside him meanwhile Joshua is on the opposite side of him rolling on the floor with laughter, literally.
I grab my pants quickly sliding them onto my naked legs, god thing I have underwear on.
"What the fuck happened?" Frank laughs a little bit.
"Josh hit me with the fucking door." TJ Says sounding like he's ready to cry.
I giggle a bit at that causing Josh to stop laughing.
"You giggled!" He shouts causing me to roll my eyes.
"Shut the fuck up!" I grin and walk away.
"What happened?" Angelo asks.
"Joshua hit TJ with a door." Ange shakes his head with a smirk on his face.
"So we have something to tell you." Angelo says as the boys gather around in the room.
"We're going on tour!" TJ shouts but he obviously regrets it because he flinches. My heart kind of sinks at that.
"We want you to come." Chris says smiling and sitting beside me.
"As much fun as it sounds, you guys know I have school." I whisper.
"Seriously? Can't you just skip?" Angelo asks.
"It's not that simple right now, I have finals. I need to pass them and if I'm not home to do them, I'm not going to pass them." I reply.
"Why don't you just take summer school?" Frank asks.
"I don't know, why don't you?" I ask him raising an eyebrow.
"Good point." He nods.
"Can you take the tests on the road?" Angelo asks.
"No, they think I would cheat." I reply with a sigh. We sit in silence, the awkwardness strangling me.
"I'm gonna go home, I'll see you guy later." I sigh standing up.
I walk to the door grabbing my jacket off the small table beside the door. I slide my shoes onto my feet and pick my bag up. I leave the house closing the door quietly behind me. I make my way down the porch hearing the door to the house open again.
"I feel like the reason you're giving all these excuses is because you don't want to go on tour with us." I hear causing me to to turn around. Chris is standing there looking like he's battling with himself.
"Why would you say that? You know I'd kill to go, I just need to pass my finals and then I'm done forever." I reply.
"You've never given a fuck about school, why do you just start now." He says looking almost angry.
"What gave you that impression? When we're not together that's all I do. Unlike you I don't have something to fall into after school so I need to pass my classes so I can find a job and not be a shit slob for my life." I reply kind of getting annoyed.
"Or you just don't want to go because you have this perfect little life that couldn't care about us." Those words make me angry.
"Christopher fucking Cerulli, I give up so fucking much for you. I don't understand how you can be saying this shit. This isn't you, what the fuck happened?" I ask walking over to him. I try and touch him but he pulls away.
"You know I was so fucking excited for you to come. We planned it all out. Every little fucking detail. But you fucking can't be bothered by me!" He shouts causing the salty tears to pile down my cheeks.
"If that's how you feel, then maybe we should, we should break up." I whisper my voice cracking as the tears pile down my face.
"Fucking fine with me!" He spits and walks back to the house.
I feel my walls inside of me crumble, as I fall to the ground. There's screaming and banter coming form inside the house but I ignore it as I feel my world shattering.
"Alli?" I hear Joshsua whisper to me. He refuses to call me Alex or Alexis.
"What." I say harshly as the tears slide off my chin.
"What just happened?" He whispers sitting down beside me.
"We broke up." I whisper squeezing my eyes shut.
He pulls me into a tight hug causing a sob to erupt out of me. I cry into him feeling like I'm dying.
