(Ellie's POV)
I heard the sound of Andi crying through out the walls of the bus. I knocked on her door, eager for a response. In between sniffles and tears, Andi managed to tell me to go away. I put my back against the door, my face in my hands. The reality of being on tour is this. Sad girls crying in bathroom stalls, boys and girls killing the girls soul. Tours make you vulnerable, they give you a sickness. It's an infant with a sickness, you raise it with the sickness and love it. The disease becomes normal, so does depression and anxiety on tour. "Andi, please. I don't know what to say. Please just come out here." I begged. I heard the sound of Andi's back hitting the wooden door. We were back to back now. I heard her voice crack, when she finally spoke up. "You don't get it. You don't get what it's like to be in love and that same person twist your heart into pieces, yet you still love them. So don't give me your advice, it's worthless." She was right about it, I would just give her the cliche love story about how it's all going to be okay.
"Fine. Maybe it's not going to be okay and yeah sure, maybe he doesn't love you back. That doesn't mean you give up. If you truly love him, fight for the feeling, but remember this, are you in love with him or the feeling?" I said. There was a brief pause after I said this all to her. She probably hated me now, I don't blame her. I can't give love advice when I can't even think of a time I was in love. I heard the sound of the door knob squeak, and quickly got up to move. Andi, who was now back to bright eyes and sharp eyeliner wings, threw her arms around me. I embraced her back, burying my head in her shoulders. In the midst of our cliche friendship moment, chants echoed around us. I peeked out the window. Lines were already whipping in different directions, teenagers pushing their way into the arena to get the best seats. Tonight's already arrived.
