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7.

Posted: Feb. 24, 2016

Sad that isn't a gif but... you know

When you post a message on your message board in class when you're supposed to be rationalizing trig functions and no one responds and you post about it in a story and no one responds. I cry...

jk

but seriously

So during the span of me writing this chapter(started at 5:30...), it went from nice out to a thunderstorm, to a thunderstorm with a tornado watch... Maryland weather everyone! 

7. Austin

"When do we get to go back to New York?" I ask Trish, knowing Mack would never answer me.

"Austin..." She sighs.

"Please, please tell me" I beg.

"Mack said that it's best if you don't go back to New York. She said it's best for you if only she and I go" 

"What?" I grit, springing up from my seat "Does she not understand that this is my business? I could fire her ass if I wanted to" 

"Austin calm down" Trish places her hands on my shoulder "This is just what she said. I'm on your side, I like Rowan I really do and to be honest I don't know why Mack doesn't. I know you want to see her, but the business is still here Austin, you can't control it from New York" She shakes her head.

"I miss her" I frown, and Trish nods, pulling me into a comforting hug.

"I know you do" She rubs my back "I don't know what to tell you though" She sighs, pulling away "I have to go meet up with Mack, I'll see you tomorrow Austin" 

"Bye Trish" 

I sit back down at my desk, pulling up twitter, and starting a new tweet.

@austinmahone: I miss you, I miss you so much </3

I get a tweet back from a fan, asking me if I meant Bethany, someone everyone thinks is my girlfriend, and truth be told I felt like lying. But why would I miss someone I can go see everyday. I tweet her back, telling the truth which immediately makes my twitter feed go crazy with tweets and retweets. 

I check my DMs, a certain name and preview of the message catching my attention. I open it and read over the message.

@RosalieR: Austin, it's Rosa we need to talk immediately. It's about Rowan, call me please (xxx).xxx.xxxx

I click on her number, it starting to call her and within seconds she answers. 

"Hey, hey" She says "So, I don't feel the need to ask who this is because I haven't given my phone number to anyone else so uh yeah" She rambles and I chuckle.

"So what's up?" 

"I talked to Rowan, and I know that tweet was about her and what not, and I know you miss her and stuff but she doesn't and I'm offering you an opportunity to see her"

"You make no sense" I chuckle and she sighs.

"Do you want to see her or not?" 

"Yeah I do" I nod, biting my lip.

"Then get your ass on a plane right now, and then come see her. Just know I'm going to make up shit about this conversation" She says, and I furrow my eyebrows in confusion.

"What?"

"Nothing, bye! See you when you get here" She says, hanging up the phone. I stare at my phone as it goes dead, before it seems like everything had clicked. I run out of my office, and take the elevator down to the lower level, my driver still in the same place he was this morning.