smoke {c.h}

the jee ay jee

fray's

Calum won't stop texting me since I woke up. He keeps on asking if I am really going, he asks if it is really okay, he said what if I see Luke there and many things. I don't know what is making him paranoid, the show tonight or me watching him play with my ex-boyfriend.

Fr: Calum Crood

do you want me to pick you up later but earlier?? :---)

To: Calum Crood

Aren't you on rehearsals or something? :) :) :) anD for the hundreDth time i will be okay just make sure you wont suck tonight hAHA

Fr: Calum Crood

but we already suck

To: Calum Crood

Hmm maybe a less suckier yeah sTOP TEXTING ME LET ME WORK

I slid my phone back to my bag and continued my daily work routine. Maddie is absent today, Olivia told me she called in sick. I remembered her eyes having dark circles around it, I should pay her a visit and bring her lunch after this.

calum's

I don't know why I'm freaking out over the fact that she will watch me, us- to perform tonight. Luke and I are still not on good terms so maybe that's one of the reasons. I swear if he tries to lay a finger on her I will shove my bass up to his ass.

To: Fray Cray
After the show or bEFORE the show just stay in your seat okay? Dont try to find me i'll just find you afterwards :-)))

That's right, so she can avoid encountering Luke and prevent an ass-shoving later tonight.

I went outside to well, smoke. There are the voices again. They are not that bad, but they are confusing. They're saying things like 'why are you so overprotective who gave you the right' 'what if they still love each other despite all odds and you fucking sent that text message' 'what if i forgot the lyrics and embarrass myself in front of her'.

I am trying to answer all those questions inside me, I really do, but another set of questions bombard me and sometimes I feel like my head is going to explode.

I need to vent up, ( not in that way anymore) before the show starts and before I become a recipe for a disaster.

fray's

"You look like a mess, Mads." I faked gasped as I put her favorite chicken noodle soup on her bedside table. She still looks better than me when she's sick. It's so unfair.

"Geez thanks." She gathered her hair and tied it into bun and she rummaged through the bag containing her favorite comfort food.

"Thanks Fraaaay." I sat on the edge of her bed, not wanting to catch any virus since Olivia doesn't want to have employees that are both sick and can't work for her.

"What happened to you anyways?" I asked as she devour that contents of the bowl.

"I ate too much ice cream, in a very cold weather and my tonsils sucked, so. Hello tonsillitis accompanied by flu." Her eyes have crescent moons underneath it but she still looks beautiful as ever. No wonder why Calum didn't resist her.

"That's what you get for being such a hard headed, I told you not to eat ice cream because it was like -2 degrees. But you ate it." I lectured her as I eat my own bowl of soup. Chicken noodle soup are both our favorite, one time we spent a week eating 2 bowls of CNS everyday after work and it was amazing.