Chapter 66

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Ashton

sebastiandanzig
Moon Township, Pennsylvania

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Liked by andyblack, larisalove, palayeroyale, and 200,567 others
Tagged: remingtonleith, emersonbarret, palayeroyale

sebastiandanzig Love my job, love my coworkers

📸:@Ashton_Wright

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Ashton_Wright look at you appreciating your siblings
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"You can't keep doing stupid shit at every fucking show Rem." Sebastian muttered as he set his guitar down in a nearby stand.

The boys had just finished their set, and we had about 20 minutes before we needed to be back out to watch Andy. So, Sebastian decided to use that time to grill his younger brother for hanging off of the rafters.

"Oh would you just live a little?" Remington laughed.

"No," Sebastian scoffed, "not when you could get hurt or worse, get us kicked out of a venue."

"Thanks I'm glad I'm the most important thing to you."

"What do you think Ash?" Remington said pulling me into his side.

"I think you're sweaty as fuck," I said pulling out of his grip, "but I also think that this argument is pointless, you're both just going to do whatever the fuck you want."

The boys stopped their argument to laugh at my statement before being cut off by my phone's ringtone.

"Hello?"

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Remington

"Hello?"

Ashton sent me a questioning glance before her face fell into realization.

"Oh my gosh," She smiled into her phone, "why didn't you tell me you got a new number?"

I mouthed a "who is it?" before Emerson pulled me out of the dressing room by my ear.

"What the fuck dude?" I grunted pulling out of his grip.

"That was an A and B conversation," Emerson sighed finally letting me go, "and it seemed like you needed some help C-ing your way out of it."

I rolled my eyes at his statement. I just wanted to make sure my friend was okay. There's nothing wrong with that.

"I just wanted to make sure she's alright," Sebastian scoffed at my statement, "what? She's my best friend."

"Nothing," He shrugged innocently, "I just- are you sure that's all that's going on?"

What? No!

Maybe?

"What?" I said the only word I could think of.

"He's right," Emerson smiled at me sympathetically, "I see the way you look at her."

Is it really that obvious to everyone but me?

"Fine," I sighed sulking my shoulders, "but I don't know if I'm feeling a type a way about her or if I'm just- not used to having a close friend like her."

I didn't lie. Being on the road all of the time didn't really permit for me being close to anyone that wasn't on the bus with me, and that usually only expanded to my brothers, and occasional crew. So, when I met Ashton, and we instantly clicked, it was completely new but, I was still trying to figure out in what way.

"That's fair," Emerson shrugged patting my back, "I didn't know with Shya until we were friends for about 2 years."

I didn't respond, just nodded silently.

"So what are you gonna do?" Sebastian asked.

"What do you mean what am I gonna do," I scoffed, "she has a boyfriend who by the way is the headliner for the tour we're on in case you didn't know that."

My brothers chuckled at my statement causing me to throw my head back and groan.

"That doesn't mean you shouldn't be honest about how you're feeling." Sebastian chuckled.

"Right," Emerson nodded in agreement, "and just because you tell her, doesn't mean you two have to date. If you're honest with her, you guys should be able to talk it out."

"Yeah." I shrugged.

But am I ready to tell her?

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