"And you're going for how long?" I asked for the third time, just making sure what he said was right.
Much to my dismay, it was right.
"Six weeks." Joe repeated, not looking in my direction.
"It'll be fine." Tristan attempted to reassure me but it wasn't working, I had become so attached to him being around all the time, he always came back in the night, whether that was eight in the evening or one in the morning, he was always there, I wouldn't be able to cope without him here for six weeks.
"You'll have Charlie, she'll be going through it too, and Luisa." James smiled.
"Yeah I suppose." I just agreed with them so they'd shut up, I know I'd have the two girls but I didn't want them, I wanted Tristan.
I hated the way I sounded, I promised myself I'd never get attached to another boy, I knew they were flakey, I knew they weren't always going to be there, I don't know why I even considered this whole thing with Tristan, he was in a band, he was always going to be doing whatever bands do, touring, signings, recording and what not.
"What's wrong?" Tristan appeared beside me in the kitchen, everyone else crowded in the living room of the Tradley apartment.
"Nothing." I quickly brushed him off, drinking my water to avoid talking to him.
"Why do you even bother lying to me?" He laughed nervously, awaiting my reaction, I didn't laugh with him, so he shut up.
"I don't know, I just don't think our relationship would handle six weeks apart." I admitted, I wasn't going to sugar coat it, I was honest and hoped he would be too.
"What do you mean?"
"What do you mean what do I mean?" What part of that did he not get?
"Of course we'll survive it, I love you."
"Yeah but is that strong enough? I'm just so used to you being here, and you just won't be."
"Of course that is strong enough, don't be silly."
"I'm not being silly, I'm being realistic." I snapped, I wasn't angry at him, I was angry at myself, for letting my anxiety get the best of me.
"Think about this, you're going to dump me because I'm not going to be here for six weeks, it's a stupid reason."
"It's not, plus you're going to be on your, with lots of nice girls, and you're going to have me holding you back."
"You're not holding me back." He walked over to me quickly, placing a hand on my lower back. "I don't want any of them girl, I want you."
"Until you see all the pretty American girls." I stared intensely at the glass of water. "I'm holding you back and you need to admit that."
"You're being stupid now, what makes you think that?" He pulled away from me, crossing his arms.
"We're both very young, and you're in a band, you don't want some loser girlfriend stopping you from doing stuff holding you back."
"You're not a loser."
"Yes I am, I'm unemployed and not in school, I scab from my parents, even your fans have started to cop on."
