Lilah's POV*
~Two Months Later~
The boys were leaving for tour again, and they begged me to go with them. I shook my head nicely saying no. They asked if I could go as their merch girl, but I told them I'd think on that.
~Later That Night~
I sat on my bed, writing down lyrics I randomly could think of. Yes, it was lyrics I thought of. I'm not a good song writer, but I guess I'm addicted to it. It's my hobby. Ricky made a dramatic entrance into my room, which resulted in me closing my notebook quickly. "Yes Ricky?" I smiled, trying to hide my notebook. "What's that? What're you hiding?" He asked. I gave a sly smile. "What do you mean?" I slightly chuckled at the end. He sat down in front of me. "Show me it!" He demanded. I shook my head. "Never." I argued. "Why not?" He fake pouted. "Because, it.. It um.. Has my secrets in it." I lied. He gave me the "I'm not as stupid as you think" look. "Fine, its just something I do for fun, I write really bad songs." I admitted, looking down. "Let me see, please?" He asked. I took it out of under my pillow, and let him see it. Ricky looked at me, then back to the notebook opening it carefully. I sat there nervously, as he read through it. After he read it, he looked at me. "You're not so bad, Lilah. Not worse then Devin." He laughed. "Devin writes songs?" I asked, smiling. "Oh, really bad ones. Oh lord bad ones." He laughed. I slightly laughed. "I think I'm worse then him. I haven't read one of his though." I shrugged. He smiled. "I'm tired." I complained. He chuckled. "Then go to sleep, I'll head out then." He fake smiled. I slightly frowned. "You don't have to leave, you can stay in here tonight." I suggested. He looked at me, smiling. 'Oh my god, his smile.' I thought. I smiled back, looking down at my hands. "Do you want to?" I asked him. He gave a nervous nod. "Okay." I smiled. "I'm going to go get changed from these jeans, and I'll let you get changed." He said. "Okay." I smiled. He left the room, and I quickly changed into shorts and a tank top. I put my hair into a messy bun, and sat on the bed. After a few minutes he walked in. "Geesh, you change fast." He laughed. I nodded. "I know." I smiled proudly at the end. He sat down next to me and leaned on my shoulder. He pulled out his phone, and started texting someone. I looked out of the corner of my eye and saw the name of the person. Jackie. I knew I was being played, I knew it. "I'm gonna sleep now, you can lay down whenever you want." I said, trying to sound tired. I wasn't tired, just hurt. "Okay." He said, still texting. I laid down, and turned to face the wall. Why can't things go my way for once? I try alot of things, yet everything goes wrong. This is why I don't like gaining feelings, even somewhat of feelings.
After an hour or two of 'sleeping', Ricky finally laid down. I tried my best to make it seem like I was sleeping, but I couldn't fall asleep. I wanted to look at him, and to be able to ask him about Jackie. But, I'm to scared to ask anything right now. Maybe Jackie is his sister. Yeah, hopefully. I rolled over and slowly opened one eye. I realized he was staring at me. "Uh.. Sorry.." He said, awkwardly. I looked down. "It's fine." I said. I rolled back over, and curled up. He softly leaned over me. "Are you okay, Lilah?" He asked. I shrugged. "I've been better." I answered truthfully. He rolled me over softly. "Can you please tell me what's wrong?" He pleaded. I looked at him. "Who's Jackie?" I asked...
C: I'm sowwie, I happen to like cliffhangers. Mwhehe.
