All About The Girl || rsl & r5

15

Ross' POV

Waking up with a slight ache in your neck was not pleasant, and adding in exhaustion could make someone incredibly cranky. That someone was me. Since I was avoiding Maddie at all costs, I had been sleeping on an old couch at my record label. It creaked whenever I moved, and I was almost positive I saw dust fly off it when I sat down. I had one word for that: gross.

I tried to focus on my song writing and not the kiss- the amazing kiss- that had my friendship in shambles. But my attempts proved to be futile, and Maddie was all I could think about. The way her eyes seemed to glisten in the light when she was excited or happy, how her smile could brighten up anyone's day when they were feeling down, and her soft, plump lips that had me craving more. They were absolutely addicting, like a drug, and I did nowhere near want to seek help.

I slowly sat up; wincing as I did so, feeling my neck so tense that relief was all I wanted.You'd think that they could afford a comfortable couch. I rubbed my tired eyes, feeling the deep bags that embedded my skin. I knew I was only doing this too myself, but I couldn't find it in my heart to go back home. And every time I listened to her voicemail, I swore my heart cracked a little. She sounded so pained, broken, and it was all my fault.

I had been avoiding calls from my siblings as well, clueless as to what I would say if I picked up. I knew they would fire questions at me, asking where I was and what the hell happened. But the truth was I wouldn't know what to tell them. My location was easy, but telling them what happened between my best friend and me? I wouldn't even know where to begin.

"She probably hates me," I muttered, running my fingers through my hair. I hoped and prayed this wasn't the case, but the odds weren't in my favor. I had screwed up so badly, and I was afraid that there was no repairing the damage caused.

A knock on the door sounded, and I groaned, getting up and popping my neck as I bounded towards the door. I opened the wooden barrier between the outside, and me and resisted the urge to roll my eyes. "What do you want, Carter?"

I was surprised she didn't quit after our breakup, seeing as how she had only gotten the job because we were together. She claimed because the money was good, and I just didn't have the strength to argue. She was no longer my problem.

She crossed her arms over her chest, raising her eyebrows and looking unimpressed. "Your brother has been calling nonstop asking if you were here. I keep telling him on, like you wanted, but I think he knows."

"I don't care. Just hang up the next time he calls." I truly wasn't in the mood to deal with anyone, especially my family. They just wouldn't understand what I was going through, despite how close we were.

"He seemed pretty frantic, Ross. Said there was an emergency."

I rubbed my eyes, nodding. "Okay. Thanks."

She opened her mouth, contemplating her next words, then decided against it, closing it and nodding before leaving me alone. I shut the door, grabbing my phone off the arm of the couch to call Riker; the one brother I knew was behind all the calls. He was the older brother, the most protective. It made sense for him to be the one calling me over and over.

"Why the fuck have you not been answering our calls?" He demanded after the first ring, not even bothering with a greeting. I was slightly taken aback by the harshness of his voice, having not expected it.

"I just needed sometime alone." I answered truthfully. "Carter said there was an emergency. What's going on?"

"Well, if you wouldn't answered our calls, you would know what's going on." He growled. "Instead, you're being a douche to your best friend when she needs you the most."