Please

Part 17

He's ignoring you.

That's the first thought that crosses your mind.

Josh had acted like you were radioactive since Ricky had busted in on you a few days ago. You'd rushed off crying, and Ricky had been the one to come after you, all hugs and apologies, telling you he hadn't meant to hurt your feelings and that he was sorry and to please, please forgive him for being a Jackass. He loves you and youre his best friend.

And of course you had.

You know he'd just been upset.

But...

That doesn't explain why Josh runs in the other direction when you come around, and that was very hard to do when you're on a bus and there's only two directions to go.

And it's pissing you off.

Why was he mad at you?

What had you done?

You frown.

You're so tired of getting treated like that.

you know Ricky said something to him, you're just not sure what it was -.

You're going to yell at both of them!

Okay, you're not, but it's really hurting your feelings.

Was Ricky right?

Was Josh just using you?

God.

You rub your temples where a headache threatens to brew, which isn't helped by the fact you're by an open stage where another band is playing, Motionless in White up next. All the guys are hanging back stage, chatting, their instruments hanging on their hips.

Well.

Chris was actually leaning up against a metal column, giving a nervous Vinny a pep talk where he clutched his drum sticks, and Josh was adjusting the cowl over his head.

You're not sure why you even left the bus.

This is just depressing for you.

All you could do here was look at them all, listen to the crowd screaming for them, watch the other bands and their crews meander around.

You sigh, looking down at your phone Glumly.

You're not even sure why you're looking at it.

You don't have any friends to talk too, you'd been so separated from them during your last relationship that they'd probably forgotten all about you.

Probably weren't very good friends then anyway.

You sink a little low where you're sitting on the edge of their trailer, swinging your legs back and forth. You glance over as someone sits beside you, and you force a bright smile up at Ricky. He returns it, letting his hand rest on your knee with a squeeze.

You were wearing skinny jeans, a new pair with holes and it made your butt look fantastic. You weren't going to admit you'd worn them pointedly for Josh, but you had. You seriously doubt he'd even noticed this morning.

But he had.

God he had.

His hands tighten in his cowl.

He fucking loved those jeans.

Your t shirt was BlackCraft, courtesy of their friendship, but the low oval in the front showed off quite a bit of bountiful cleavage... And a hickey.

He clears his throat before looking away.

You look hot as fuck and he actually just wants to close the trailer door and fuck you up against the wall of it.