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Chapter 6

Josh

Well, my mom finally decided what my punishment was gonna be.

"When you go to Pittsburgh next week, you're staying there."

"What do you mean?" I asked through FaceTime.

It was two days later, and after the anticipation of waiting and being scared to know what my punishment would be, my mom finally called and told me to FaceTime her.

"It means when you stop to perform in Pittsburgh next week, you not leaving." She explained.

"B-but why?" I asked.

"You, my dear," she continued, "are way too out of control for your age. And I think being around other kids your age could help you."

"Don't send me back to high school!" I blurted.

I never really liked high school, because I wasn't exactly popular. I mean I wore glasses, had acne, and that was that weird kid who played the guitar.

The popular kids loved to make sure that I knew that I wasn't liked, by dumping their lunches on my head, throwing me in the trash (literally. the trash), and much more unfun stuff. (Is unfun even a word?)

When I had met the boys a year before hand, I didn't expect much to happen. But when our band started getting bigger and bigger, I dropped out of high school to focus on my career.

"I'm not sending you back to high school. You're already so behind."

I let out a sigh of relief.

"But,"

Uh oh. There's more. Why is there always more?

"You will not be playing in your band for three months."

Well that hit me in the heart.

"Mom! You can't do that!"

"Yes I can! I've discussed it with other boys' parents, and we all agreed. It's what's best."

"What the hell am I even gonna do there?" I asked.

"I don't know. Sign up for a sport. Make some friends. Maybe even find yourself a girlfriend." She suggested.

I groaned.

My mother has been obsessed with idea of another daughter (even though she has Paige and Brooke) ever since the day I first started kindergarten. There was this girl there who I must've thought was cute, and my mom told me to "go for it'. She would always be pushing me to talk to some girls about god knows what, just for my mother's pleasure.

"Why can't I just go back to Boston?" I asked her.

"I figured it'd be good for you start with a clean slate. And you'll be coming home on Christmas." She explained.

"But mom," I complained, "we have fans! We can't just stop because you told us to!"

"Yes, you can. You have some great fans, Josh! They'll understand, trust me."

I sighed, running a hand through my hair.

"Did you tell our manager?"