What A Catch.

Chapter 53

Pov Casey

When we return back MCR has returned.

Mikey immediately approaches me and takes my hand, dragging me off somewhere.

"Casey." He says.

I nod, scared.

"Whats to happen to us after this tour?" He gets straight to the point.

I freeze, I dont know.

"What are we?" He continues.

"Well... Im sorry Mikes but I dont think we are a thing. I dunno... Its just, we arent together. You can call and text me or what ever because I know Ill text you..." I shrug, slightly uncomfortable.

He is unreadable and I cant bare it.

"Mikey! I dont know. Im not going to fall in love, I refuse it, something could happen and now youre asking me what we are? I never let anything happen! Im ignoring my emotions. Text me and Ill be friendly or whatever. Im not getting emotionally invested in anyone. Last time it all ended horribly and I think someone almost died and I cant live with the guilt. I cant do that again because when you leave I wont be able to cope and-"

Mikey puts his hand over my mouth. It takes a few seconds for me to stop blubbering.

"Casey, I asked if you wanted to keep in contact, not if you wanted to marry me!"

I promptly stop myself, attempting to act cool again.

"Yeah. Okay. Text me."

I sigh and declare the end of the conversation. I walk out to the main area, sitting next to Patrick and Joe. Joes eyes are fixed on the tv but Patrick looks at me quickly. He rubs my shoulder before giving me a look and returning back to the tv. I must look emotional.

Pov Beth

I kiss Petes nose. The sun beats down on us on top of bus.

"What happens after. Two days left, or one... Wow." He asks me.

"I dont know. I never have nothing to do anyway. Pursue my career."

"What about us."

"I love you Pete."

"Come stay with us?" He look bright eyed at me.

I consider my mum. "Possibly, you know I really want to right?"

He nods, admiring the car park. I let a long breath from my mouth.

"Why cant this last forever." I muse.

"All great things come to an end." He whispers.

I lean back on his chest, letting the sun roll over me.

"Tomorrow we are going for an evening picnic and its fancy." His whispers.

"Exciting." I reply.

I suddenly sit up.

"Beth, whats wrong?"

"Where did Bob go?" I say, struck with worry.

"Yeah, he left MCR. You were passed out though."

"Oh? I missed a lot whilst I was gone."

"Better your back now."

Pov Patrick

I marvel at my phone. She accepted my request. Florence. A flowy free name.

/hi, Im Patrick/

\yeah, Im Florence. Nice to meet you\

My heart drops, she is online!

/my pleasure. I heard you like performing music?/

\yeah, I have a band back home but we are nothing big.\

/thats cool, what do you play?/

\I sing, rarely playing guitar.\

/i do too. What area you from?/

\central, but at the moment Im a few states over. Band trip.\

/me too!/

\we could meet up for a coffee or something?\

/how about today, Im not here for much longer?/

\thats cool. Starbucks on Flay Street?\

/yeah, half an hour/

We spent 15 minutes talking on the chat before I even started getting ready.

I run down the street, change jangling in my pockets. I dont want to be late. I told the guys that, if I didnt contact in an hour, to come and get me.

I turn the corner before entering the small Starbucks. Only one girl is in there. She sits in the corner with a cup of tea. Her hair is tied with a black ribbon.