White - l.h.

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Song: The Devils Tears - Angus and Julia Stone


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Don't become attached, it's a hardbreaking thing to do to yourself. I learned that the hard way and I regret it every single day. I guess it wasn't all my fault, fame and a gold digging bitch had some to do with it.

Mostly the gold digging bitch.

Usually I just hook up and it's not because I don't want a girlfirend because trust me, that's all I fucking want. But I don't have time to date because my band is starting their first tour. I guess that should have been my first hint to why that girl randomly hit me up after all those years. The girl went to school with me up until I dropped out to pursue music. My "high school" crush was Selena Carpenter. She was blonde, slim, nice ass, and big sexy lips that make you want to suck on them.

When I went to school with her she didn't even give me a glance, much less talk to me. Two weeks ago she contacted me and asked if we could go to lunch. The inner teenage boy in me agreed because I had liked this girl for such a long time. But damn would I regret saying yes. We hung out almost every day that week and a little the next due to recording scheduals for me. It was thursday night and I was about to text her to meet for some coffee when my twitter started blowing up.

Usually I don't go on twitter during the day too much, it's only at night when I'm in bed that I stalk all the fan accounts and smile to myself while reading all the tweets to me from our fans. But I don't know what made me open up the app, maybe it was fate? Or just a random aching to see what everyone was buzzing about, but whatever it was, I found links to a video in all my mentions.

I wasn't going to click on it, I really wanted to get to Selena's before it hit traffic time but I did and sat on the couch watching a video a fan took of Selena talking about me to one of her friends. She was laughing and telling her that she had gained two thousand twitter followers and instagram likes. She went on to say that she would drag this thing out as long as she could.

When I realized what this meant it hit me like a fucking bolder. It tore me up like a papper cut. I didn't know what to think, do, much less feel! This girl literally took advantage of me. She knew what she would gain, but she didn't know what I would lose. And that is all faith in girls. Since then on I had taken my heart off my sleeve and put it deep, deep, deep inside of me where not even I could reach it.

Ashton and Calum didn't think I should be so worked up about it. They told me that I would and could find a girl in a second, but all I kept thinking about was them using me for the fame. For the twitter followers. So instead of moving on, I pushed back all the pain, hurt and anger and took to writting songs, melodys and some poetry that we could later on use as lyrics. I devoted all my time to the band and the upcoming american tour.

I was glad to be leaving Sydney and travel back to LA. We all loved it there when we stayed to record and film some things for the videos. We always had fans lined up outside our hotel rooms and we got to meet some at least every day. Getting to tour around there is going to be awsome. It's the day before we leave and I'm trying to pack but failing because I keep reading this book I picked up the other day. It's about a mystery and I love a good sci-fi or mystery book.

"You packed mate?" Michale asks me as he walks in, an apple in his hand. I put my book down and look his way.

"Almost."

He sits on my bed and eats his apple as he watches me gather some flannels and snapbacks. Michale is the only one who understood how painful it was to be treated the way I was with Selena. He knew I liked her a lot and he was the only one who told me I didn't need to be over it if I wasn't., which I wasn't.

"Fuck I forgot a toothbrush." Michale says with a mouth full of apple. I shake my head and smile.

"I think you could buy one there Mike."

He nods his head, the purple in it vibrating. That was one thing I loved about Michale. He didn't care what people thought about him, as long as he was happy with himself, that's all that mattered. I wish I was that way, but I have always been insecure about myself.

"We need to hurry up and go Luke. Ashton and Calum will be here any second."

I nod and start throwing all the pairs of socks I owned in the luggage.

"Just a few more things."

An hour later, all four of us had said our goodbyes, and were on a plane to LA.

When we landed there was a sworm of girls waiting outside the airport. They were screaming, holding up signs and some were crying. It made me feel so uncomfterble to see them cry because I couldn't even fathum that they were crying because they are seeing me in person. It really blows my mind how dedicated our fans are to us.

We stopped for a few pictures trying our best to please as many fans as we could but it was hard when there was so many of them. Managment soon told us to clear the way and head into the SUV that was parked around the street. We all headed in and started freaking out about what just went on outside.

"Fuck mates! Did you see how many of them there was??" Ashton said opening a water bottle and taking a big swig. I watched him and shook my head. "There had to be at least a hundred of them.." I trailed off and thought of all the ones I got to meet and how they were all so pretty. God, girls. You can't live with them but deffinatly not without them.

We kept talking about the fans and even sent out a few tweets to them as we made our way to our hotel. Once inside I grabbed a white tee-shirt and pulled my jeans off and got ready for bed. It was two in the morning in LA and I was fucking tired and needed to be up at eight for rehersals. So sleep was important right now. I brush my teeth and comb my hair out and then head to bed, Ashton already in his fast asleep.

I grabbed my phone and opened twitter and sent out a tweet.

"Thank you to all the fans out by the airport, Felt very loved coming in tonight. Night xx"

Once it was sent I turned off the lamp next to my bed and closed my eyes falling asleep faster than ever before.

The next morning I woke up feeling strange and off balance. The images from last night at the airport mixed with a dream I had come flooding back into my subconscious mind.

In my dream I saw a girl in the corrner of the airport doors watching me meet and great fans. She never stepped foward or tried to get a picture or anything, but she wasn't someone I made up. There really was a girl in a corner just watching everything unfold. She was about my age, if not older, and was wearing an army green jacket with some skinny black jeans.  I did see her yesterday grab a little girl from the crowd after I had snapped a picture with her. All I remember seeing is her hand grip the little girls and her white nail polish flashing before me.

In the dream those hands were all over me in bed.

My chest.

My stomach.

My face.

My back.

She was next to me on an airplane, giggling in my ear even though I had never heard her talk, much less laugh.

She was holding my hand, same nail polish on, walking threw a park as a light drizzle fell on us, we didn't seem to mind.

I saw her in the wings of my shows clapping and cheering me on.

The weird thing is, I never pictured her face, just her tan hand and white nail polish.