Who Are You? - A Matthew Espinosa Fanfiction

Chapter 11

CLAIRE'S POV:
I was sitting on my bunk, staring at my phone, willing Als to text me back. I needed my best friend, and I couldn't help but wonder if this tour was going to tear us apart. Maybe I was just being clingy, but I wanted someone to talk to. As if to answer my prayers, my phone vibrated, indicating that I had a text. Looking at my phone, I realized that I must have zoned out because I had more than one text. I had just gotten one from Als, one from Matt, one from Shawn, and one from Nash. I opened the one from Allison first.

AM: Hey, I lost my phone again. Whoops! But I promise to try to talk to you when we get to the airport :) Love you, bestie! Gtg.

I sighed. I knew that she didn't mean to blow me off, considering she didn't know about the drama that was currently happening on our tour bus. I decided to read Matthew's text next.

ME: Hey Claire. So I know Allison is your best friend and I promise I'm not going to come between the two of you. And I'll try not to hurt her. Btw, I actually watched some of you guys' videos. They don't completely suck.

I rolled my eyes. I know that Matthew isn't that bad, but that isn't to say that he doesn't have his cocky moments. Obviously this was one of them. Even though he claimed he isn't going to come between me and Als, I couldn't help but feel like in a way, all the boys had already started to. This was where the personality differences between Allison and I didn't help. Als could talk to anything that breathed. Hell, she can carry on a conversation with herself or a stuffed animal! Which mean that Allison was already friends with almost everyone on tour, and I was pathetic and helpless without her. I then opened Shawn's text.

SM: I don't know what I did wrong. Talk to us. Please.

I rolled my eyes. Yeah, because it's not like I didn't tell him exactly why I was mad when I blew up at him. God, boys can be so stupid. And yet, all these girls want an idiot, oh I'm sorry, I meant boyfriend. I had saved Nash's text for last. I figured I would do the two texts I wanted to read most first and last. I took a deep breath and opened the text.

NG: Claire, I know you're mad at Shawn, but don't isolate yourself. Cam and I care. Come talk to us! And if you don't answer this text or come out of your bunk in ten minutes, I'm coming to get you.

I looked at the time the text was sent and the time that my phone read. He sent the text eight minutes ago. I didn't feel like answering and maybe, just maybe, Nash could be the person I could talk to. Two more minutes passed, and I heard a rustling outside my bunk. My curtain was soon pushed to the side, and Nash hopped into my bunk and pulled the curtain shut behind him. He stared at me expectantly, but I wasn't about to talk first. He broke into my bunk, although that didn't take much skill, so he obviously had something he wanted to talk about.

"Claire, Shawn won't talk to us and you ran off after your rant. Care to explain what happened out there earlier?"

I knew he honestly wanted to know, and by this time, I was in serious need of a venting session. Plus, it was better that Nash heard my side, so he didn't think I was a crazy person that freaked out over everything.

"Well, remember this morning when we all found out that Als and Matt were trapped in the elevator?"

Nash nodded, urging me to continue.

"Shawn came over and started talking to me. He asked about how well Allison did with heights and small spaces. I said she would let out a string of swear words and then calm down and he told me about Matt's fear. Then he asked if she would even consider helping him, making her seem like a heartless person. I know that it's a stupid reason for me to get mad, but she's my best friend, you know? It's my job to stand up for her because I know what type of person she is and it just made me so mad that he would even think that about Allison because she has been nothing but kind to him this entire trip."