All About The Girl || rsl & r5

8

Ross's POV

To say things were tense would be an understatement. After the horrible double date- I could really slap myself for suggesting it- Madison stopped talking to me. If I would try to talk to her, she would just glare at me and walk away. I wanted to apologize for the things I said, but she wouldn't have it. And the worse part?

This had been going on for a week.

She had been avoiding me like the plague after I tried to apologize over and over. Between going to work and hanging out with her new boyfriend, I rarely saw her. It killed me to not see my best friend, to not talk to her. From the moment I met her, not a day went by where I didn't talk to her. This was new territory for me, and I didn't like it.

I glared at my computer in front of me, my unfinished music mocking me. I hadn't been able to finish one song since I decided to try and start my solo career. And at this point, it was never going to happen. I was always able to lean on my siblings, especially Rocky to help me think of lyrics. But how could I ask for help when I was trying to move on from R5?

It's not forever, I reminded myself.

That was true. The band wasn't broken up; we just wanted to explore different options for a while. I thought I could be able to create music that I would be proud of, but I couldn't even finish one song.

"Fucking hell." I muttered, running a hand through my hair. I was frustrated, tired, and angry. Realizing I wasn't going to get any work done, I moved away from my computer, flopping down on my back. I threw my arm across my eyes, releasing a sigh. I could use a drink, but the fridge was so far away.

Guess we could add lazy to the list of things I was at the moment.

I wasn't sure how long I laid there, my mind cluttered with so many different thoughts, but the sudden ringing of the doorbell forced me out of my daze. I trudged out of my room, just hoping that maybe Maddie had forgotten her key when she left and was forced to ring the doorbell. And maybe, just maybe, I could apologize again and she would finally accept it.

But my hope was diminished when I opened the door and saw Carter on the other side.

I should've been happy to see my girlfriend, but I wasn't. I was irritated.

She let herself in, planting her lips on my cheek as she flashed me a smile. I didn't even bother smiling back. It wasn't in me. "What're you doing here, Carter?" I questioned, closing the door behind me.

"I wanted to see my boyfriend." She replied, sitting on the arm of the couch. "Last time I checked that wasn't a crime. You told me you were stuck home all day, so I wanted to stop by for a visit."

I crossed my arms over my chest, leaning against the wall. "I'm busy, Carter. Now's not really a great time."

"You're busy?" She repeated with a raised eyebrow. She surveyed my sweats. "Are you busy sleeping?"

My jaw clenched. "Carter, I'm serious. Can you please leave? I'll text you later."

Maybe.
 
"What the hell is wrong with you?" She demanded. "Why are you in such a bad mood?"

"I just am, okay?" It has nothing to do with you...I think.

She flipped her hair over her shoulder. "Does this have anything to do with that friend of yours? Margaret?"
 
"Her name's Madison." I muttered, feeling my anger rise. The longer she stayed here, the angrier I was getting. I could practically feel my blood boiling. "And this has nothing to do with her." Liar.

She rolled her eyes, as if she could tell I was lying. "Do you really expect me to believe that? I saw how you kept looking at her when we were on that double date. Not to mention that you both looked pissed off at the end. So, want to tell me what happened?"

"Not really."

I just want you to leave me alone.

I knew I shouldn't have negative thoughts toward my girlfriend, but I was in a bad mood and was easily irritated by everything and everyone. My best friend wasn't talking to me, my music was going nowhere, and my girlfriend was being clingy. I was surprised I didn't punch the wall.

She crossed her arms over her chest, pursing her lips. It was obvious my answer didn't sit well with her. "Why are you being such a douche?"

I rolled my eyes, completely done with this conversation. "I'm not being a douche, I'm just not having a good day. So can you just please leave? I'll call you later."

I went to move towards the door, getting ready to open it when I realized she wasn't moving. I could feel my anger rising. She was still in the same position, her eyebrows raised as she watched me. The urge to just yell and throw her out was strong, but I fought against it, flexing my fingers and clenching my jaw. Why couldn't she just quit it? She knew I was getting pissed off, and it riled her up.

She was enjoying it.

Carter flashed me a smirk, her eyes glistening with amusement. "What's wrong, Ross? Why are you kicking me out?"

"I'm not kicking you out." I gritted my teeth. "I'm politely asking you to leave. So please, Carter, just leave."

She sauntered over towards me, swaying her hips as she did so. She placed her hands on my chest, leaning up to kiss my cheek, her lips lingering for a few moments. With a wink, she was out the door. I let my head fall back against the wall as the door clicked close, blinking confusedly as I stared at nothing.

What the hell was that?

~*~

Maddie came back home a few hours later, a lovesick smile on her face. She didn't even acknowledge me from my spot on the couch, completely ignoring my presence as she made her way to her room. A frown overtook my face, my heart clenching in pain.

What was happening to us? Our friendship was completely falling apart, crumbling around us like a stack of bricks. I hated what had happened during that stupid double date. If I never had suggested it, then we wouldn't have had that conversation where I stupidly opened my mouth.

The blame was all on me.

I downed the rest of my beer, licking my lips as the bitter liquid coated my throat. The TV was on, but I wasn't paying attention. I could only focus on the girl in the house who wouldn't even spare me a glance. She was my best friend, yet she couldn't even look at me. I wasn't even sure if she still considered me her best friend.

And that hurt worse than getting kicked in the balls.

Maybe.

Wanting to apologize yet again, I thought bringing her a snack would level out the tension between us...make it a bit easier to start a conversation. I cut a slice of apple pie we had in the fridge, pouring some milk in a glass before making my way towards her room. I wasn't even surprised to find her door closed.

I balanced the cup on my plate, hesitantly bringing my hand up to knock on the door. My heart was hammering inside my chest, knocking against my ribcage. I was nervous to see my best friend...that was freakin' ridiculous. I was acting like I was about to be interrogated.

I was slightly shocked when the door opened, having her not open it the past few days when I tried to get her talking. I nervously smiled. "I brought you some pie."

No smile was returned, and her eyes were void of emotion. The exact opposite of how she usually looked at me. "Not hungry." As she went to close the door, I wedged my foot inside, preventing her from doing so. She sighed. "Ross, please stop. I don't want to hear any of your apologies right now. I've had a long day and I just don't want to deal with you right now."

I felt like I had been punched in the chest, the air knocked out of my lungs. A flicker of sadness flashed in her eyes before it disappeared, as if it was never there.

It probably wasn't.

I sadly nodded, turning my back towards her to head downstairs. I could feel her eyes on me, too angered and disappointed to look back.

The last thing that could be heard in the house was the plate and glass shattering to the ground before I stormed out of the house, letting the door slam behind me.

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