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♤ Two ♤

Directly spending almost an hour trying to find my phone. Walking into the living room slash kitchen area, finding it sitting on the counter. Looking to my lock screen seeing messages from Jinxx and two missed calls from Andy, I shrugged it off. Honestly I didn't want to talk to him though I love him so much but I can't duo a thing. Walking off the bus and running directly into someone, a tall someone. "Ashley, why didn't you return my call or read Jinxx's messages?", Andy said in a stern voice looking directly up to him. Not even caring and bluntly saying, "maybe because I was asleep maybe because I didn't wanna return your call and I was getting to read his messages."

Finally, some anger was released as I pass by him but he grabbed my shoulder with a grip, not a loose grip but a grip, a tight grip. "Ow, what the fuck Andrew," I snapped my arm starting to hurt from trying to pull it back from him. "Ashley, what has been going on with you lately, you are distant from me and you barely even talk to me," he said having a questioning look. "Let go of me Andrew, it's not even like you care." I felt tears sting my eyes, trying my hardest to hold them back. His grip was so tight I can feel my arm start to bruise, "let go of me."

Andy finally let me go and went into the tour bus with a smudged look. Deep down I wanted to cry, and the sad thing was I wanted him to hold me while I cried endless tears. I walked down to one of my favorite bars, "Cowboys" it was called. Walking in the place getting a few stares and instantly walking straight to the bar. Sitting down in my normal spot as usual and ordered my drink. The bartender was quite a handsome fella to be honest, trying not to stare at him was kinda had. Rubbing my face with my hands then putting my head down on the bar. "Darling, your drink"

Looking up to the bartender then to my drink, shit I really need to stop drinking. "Thanks," I sighed and picked the class up and instantly chugged it down without a stop. I looked back he was still standing there and just looking at me, then finally he said something. :What is a guy like you doing here in a bar like this looking so depressed and broken, love?" he asked in a gentle tone but his voice was deep. Reminded me of Andy and just even got me more upset. "Do you really wanna know?" I asked lowly looking directly into his eyes.

"Well I'm bisexual and I like my band mate but I finally realized there is no chance in hell I'll be with him, so might as well just drink on it." Shaking his head his dark black hair was utterly handsome with his eyes and It was simply. "Well love, if he don't see that you do like him then he is missing out to be with an amazing person," this guys words were simply so kind. "By the way, I'm Justin." I nodded my head, "I'm Ashley but everyone mostly calls me Ash." Justin had grinned quite a bit, "welll nice to you meet you love."

He ran a hand through his hair and then took out a piece of paper and a pen, "here's my number." He said and I was actually quite surprised by his bold move. I liked it. "Surely, this will be quite useful," hearing him chuckle softly and looked at me. "I get off in a few minutes, wanna hang out?" he asked slyly, and of course I said, "yes."