The Makeover

Don't go.

                     Luke had gotten me out of Sam's room. After a lot of yelling and screaming all my emotions pouring out of me. We were currently driving home.

"Why would you do that!" He was still mad, unlike me, I was raging.

"Because I fucking wanted to! Stop being so mad!" 

"I'm mad because I love you!"

"Don't say you love me unless you actually mean it, otherwise I might do something crazy, like beilive you."

"I'm not Ashton."

"I kind of wish you were."

"What why! Do you Love him or something!"

"No. It's just- then I'd have something to be sad over, instead of feeling like I'm going fucking insane!"

He pulled up to my hotel.  "Why are we here?"

"Cause I'm tired of your bullshit righ-"

"And I'm tired of yours."

"I'm not the one who got my ex boyfriend to almost kill me."

I gasped angered by his comment. "Hey you know what? Well at least he had a bigger dick than yours."

"Shut up."

"Hey-" I said sweetly. "Let's not get angry about pinki sized deatils."

"How would you know how big his dick is! Weren't you too busy taking in Taylors?!" He shouted at me. 

" You must be really impressed with yourself right now! You know what I'm done! We 're done! It's over Luke!"

"Whatever! I can't stand you get the hell out of my car!"

I opened the door, just as I was about to close it I said, "By the way, Lukey Bear," He was angered by the name, "I fucked your best friend...It was amazing."

He growled angery. I slammed the door, hard. I walked to the sidewalk. Calling Taylor. I needed to get some shit straight.

"Hello?" He sounded grogy.

"Hey...It's me, Macy." 

"Oh, um, hi."

"Can you pick me up?" I asked.

"Uh, yeah sure. You know Nash is over here too, he can do it if you-"

"No- I want you to pick me up."

"Um- okay. Where are you?" 
"At the hotel about a mile from the one you guys were staying at."

"Okay, be there in 20. Nash isn't gonna like this."

"I know." I replied. Hanging up