"Caitlyn can we just go. We've been waiting for almost an hour" Chantelle groaned. I rubbed my eyes with the back of my hand and yawned. "It's getting late. Jake will want be back before they leave for Florida tomorrow." I added, sighing. Jake always left for business trips in America which meant I rarely got chance to see him and when I did our time together was always rushed. I knew he was only trying to do what's best for us but sometimes having family around was all I needed. "Just 10 more minutes?" Caitlyn pleaded, her lip forming an over-exaggerated frown. "Fine" I groaned. "But then I really need to leave. I won't see Jake for 2 months." Caitlyn tapped her fingers on her leg impatiently and kept shooting glances at her watch and suddenly let out a squeal. 'THERE THEY ARE!" she shouted, dragging us past people and towards the pavement where Luke, Ashton, Michael and Calum were now standing. "I'll finally get to meet them" Caitlyn breathed, her eyes widening with excitement. Chantelle and Caitlyn edged forwards while I trailed behind. What was I doing here?
Eventually the three of us managed to get right to the front of the mass of people that had circled the four boys signing autographs and taking photos. Luke was only metres away, grinning into the camera of a fan's phone. Caitlyn pushed her way over, bringing me and Chantelle with her and as Luke looked up I saw him look at me standing right infront of him. "Brooke, is that you?" My once short blonde hair was now long and brown and my height appeared to have increased massively due to the heels I was wearing so I was surprised that he recognised me. I completely ignored him "Caitlyn we have to go. Now." I said bluntly, all emotion gone from my voice. "I haven't got my photo" she wailed. "How about a group photo" Luke suggested, his eyes not leaving my face. Inside I was screaming, why was he doing this, hasn't he noticed I don't want to be anywhere near him? I looked at all the girls who were waiting to meet their 'idol' and sighed before going over to Luke. 'The sooner it's over the better' I thought to myself. Chantelle stood next to Caitlyn and Luke arranged himself between Caitlyn and I, putting his arms around our shoulders and holding us close. I knew Caitlyn would be dying inside but I felt nothing, just anger.
Once the photo was taken I could tell that Luke could sense my anger because he turned to me and asked, "Are you okay?" Laughing sarcastically I retorted "Two years," I shook my head in disbelief. "It's been two years and you ask me now? After what you did do you really think I'd be okay, or that I'd have forgiven you?" Luke didn't answer, instead he looked around anxiously to check if anybody was listening to us. "Look, can we umm... Take this somewhere more private?' He whispered softly. "Why, so your fans can't see what you're really like? So you can keep your 'good boy' reputation?" "Please," he pleaded, his eyes were unblinking and his left hand was messing around with the pen he was holding. I sighed. Arguing with Luke was pointless, I should know better than anybody, we'd had our fair share of ups and downs while we were dating. "Fine." I replied bluntly, "Where?" "Tony!" Luke shouted over the crowd at a muscular looking man and signalled him to come over. "This is Brooke. She's..." He paused. "My friend" I rolled my eyes. "Could you take her inside and when we're finished out here I can come in to her?" Tony took me by the shoulders and lead me through the mass of people, a lot stared at me and I heard two girls whispering to each other. "Who's she?" The blonde haired girl asked her friend. "Luke's girlfriend," the brunette replied confidently. I glared back at making it clear there was no way I was being called Luke's girlfriend.
After a few moments Tony reached into his pocket and searched for his keys and I followed him inside, up the winding staircase and down a couple of corridors and up another staircase before opening the final door and being lead inside. "You can wait in here for Luke" he grunted before closing the door and leaving me alone.
I took a seat on the nearest chair and slowly looked around the room. There were framed photos of bands and artists who had performed here in the past so I guessed this must be the dressing room. It was a large room with bright lighting and carpet covering the floor. Being curious I decided to look around the room and started running my finger along the dusty bookshelf before stopping at a something that caught my eye. It wasn't a dusty old book like the others, it was a thick ring-binder notepad, so I removed it from the shelf, 'lyrics' was written on the front. It must be Ashton or Calum's. They were always writing songs back when I knew them two years ago, then again Ashton had been writing songs since he was 12. I smiled at the memory. Ashton would always phone me up, whatever the time was, when he'd written a new song, wanting me to go round and listen. I could always tell that he'd be smiling in excitement on the other end of the line and when he opened his door I was always right. He'd have a grin from ear to ear. He'd always been so grateful for me introducing him to Luke because that's how he joined the band. Luke and the boys were looking for a drummer and I told them about Ashton, they all clicked at once. I sighed. Where did it all go wrong?
I flicked through the pages of lyrics "this ain't a story that I wanna see, a tragic story starring you and me' ... ' Tell me what else can I do I bought my fake ID for you,' 'they say we're too young now to amount to anything else'. Hey these were pretty good. The door closed and feet padded across the carpet. I didn't look up as I assumed it was just Luke. 'Who are you?" I was greeted by a tall girl with long hair. "Me?" I asked, sounding really stupid. Obviously she was talking to me, I was the only other person in the room. "Yes, you." She was growing impatient. "I'm..Brooke." The girl stared at me, waiting for me to explain, "I'm um, waiting for Luke, Tony left me here, who are you?" I added not wanting to sound rude.
"I'm Charlotte." The girl made no attempt to be friendly, sitting on the chair and burying her head in a book, The Perks Of Being A Wallflower, barely acknowledging my presence.
"I love that book," I attempted to make conversation, "I love when Sam stands on the back of the truck, i'd love to do that" I sighed. "It seems so magical"
Charlotte just grunted at me. "Look, I'm only trying to make conversation." "Well don't" she snapped abruptly. "I don't want anything to do with you." "Wait, what have I done?" Charlotte slammed the book shut. "Don't act all innocent. You know what you've done."
