Unexpected (Avi Kaplan)

Dirty Laundry

Ivy's POV

I sat quietly in Scott and Mitch's room, playing with the strings on my shorts. It was closing in on three in the morning and we had to be up by ten so we could get ready for our last show of the tour. Kirstie had already gone back to our room to go to bed. Kevin and Avi were still nowhere to be found. They left around at around nine and haven't come back yet. They've been doing the same thing at least once a week since May. It's August.

It got to the point where he wouldn't ever tell me where he was going. Just that he was going out with Kevin for a little while. A few minutes later, the sound of the door opening, caught all of our attention. It was accompanied by a rather feminine smell, but I assumed it was Kirstie so I continued playing with the strings.

"I didn't think you'd be awake." My eyes darted up to find Avi staring at me nervously. Even tied up in his signature manbun, I could tell something was different. Flyaways were everywhere, almost as if it had been tousled. The scent grew stronger as he took a few steps towards me, and I immediately got up, standing on the other side of the bed.

"Where were you?"

"I told you I went out with Kev."

"For six hours. Where'd you go?"

"A lot of places." He was still being vague with me.

"Is that why you're hair's messed up? Why I smell perfume?" I felt the tears coming before I could stop them.

"You think I cheated on you?"

"You said it." His eyes widened as shook his head and started to make his way around the bed. "DON'T! I don't want you near me. Just stay the hell away from me," I said shakily as I shoved past him.

"Don't you trust me?" His question stopped me dead in my tracks, and against my better judgement, I turned around.

"When you go out late at night for three months straight, not telling me where you're going, and coming in at ungodly hours, I don't." I turned back around and walked out, slamming the door shut behind me.

I jogged down the hallway, managing to find my way to my room through the blurriness of my eyes. Walking in, I closed the door, careful not to wake Kirstie up, and crawled underneath my covers, crying myself to sleep.

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I woke up to Kirstie shaking me and slowly opened my eyes trying to get over the slight stickiness of my face. Dried tears. There mere thought made me want to curl back up, but I knew I had to tough it out just one more day. I didn't have a choice. We were back in L.A. so many people that I knew from college were coming.

I finally sat up and wiped my face, throwing the covers off and throwing on a hoodie over my shirt since I didn't feel like changing. "You okay?" she asked as we took the elevator down.

I wanted to say I was, but I didn't want to lie to her, and I didn't want to answer questions that would surely follow up if I told her I wasn't. So I didn't answer. Instead, I stuffed my hands in the pocket of my jacket and walked out when the doors opened. Everyone was already waiting on us in the lobby, and there was obvious tension in the air.

"Alright who wants to talk first?" Kevin asked, oblivious to what was going on.

"I was wondering the same thing," Kirstie agreed.

"I'll let them go first," Mitch said quietly, obviously uncomfortable.

"I'll perform tonight, but after that, I think it would be best if you guys left me alone." My voice was much rougher than I anticipated, probably from my choked sobs the night before. I finally turned to Avi. He looked just as rough as I felt. "I want your stuff out of my apartment by tomorrow."

That one sentence only made the tension heavier. He stared at me in shock and I finally looked away, unable to look at him without wanting to start crying. No one said anything the entire ride to the venue. The only words spoken during soundcheck were about the actual soundcheck itself. I knew we had to at least put off the tension for about an hour and a half but it was going to be hard.

I walked into the dressing room to find Kirstie already getting her makeup done. I sat next to her as the artist started on me, and we didn't speak until I was done. "What happened?"

"He came back at three this morning. His hair was messy and I could smell perfume on him."

"Your point?"

"I don't wear the scent. He cheated on me." I looked down as I stood up, forcing myself to blink back tears. "I don't wanna talk about it." With that, we got dressed and walked out. They huddled together, Scott motioning for me to join. I shook my head and walked away, letting them say their prayer without me.

I hated pushing them all away just because of something one of them did, but they were all a reminder of good gone bad. So I did. Right after my performance, I went back to the dressing room and gathered up my things.

I didn't stay to watch them. Instead, I caught a cab back to my apartment and managed to pull all my things inside. I paid Jessica and thanked her for watching Draco as she left. I dragged myself into the kitchen, grabbing a spoon and a container of peanut butter and chocolate ice cream before going to the living room and sitting on the couch. Turning on the tv, I flipped the channels until I found a Lord of the Rings marathon on and began eating. I always loved it when Avi and I would just hang out and watch some nerdy marathon and eat ice cream all day.

I just never thought I'd be doing it by myself.

A/N: I'm prepared for the hate.... I hate myself for it but I thought I needed something monumental in there... Also, this song is my weekly obsession (Superfruit reference). That is the end of the first book and I plan on having the first chapter of the next one up hopefully tomorrow. I was literally crying while I was writing the end of this. Way too into my feels but I hope you guys liked it!!

~*~*~Ash~*~*~