A Girl In The Band

F I V E

Emily pov

I walk into the kitchen in pajamas.

Nike shorts, WDW shirt, fuzzy socks.

Daniel comes in the kitchen and grabs a banana and sits on the counter.

I sit across from him at the island and eat a bowl of cereal.

"How did you sleep?" He asked.

"Good." I say.

"Can I tell you something?" He asked again.

"Yeah sure." I replied.

"I don't think you'll really care. It's fine." He said.

I know where this is going.

"No it's not fine just fucking tell me." I said as I stopped eating.

"I like you." He says.

I knew it already.

"I know." I say.

"You accualy knew that or are you just saying that?" He asks.

"I actually knew that." I said.

"How." He said blankly.

"It's easy to tell." I say and go up to my room.

I got an email last night about having a dance battle on Awesomeness Tv.

We would be dancing to These Girls.

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I get dressed and leave.

I didn't tell anyone so well see how that goes.

I actually want them to see this video.

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I show up at a high school who let us do this.

They go over choreography and I pick it up quickly.

Soon we were starting the video.

This speaks for itself.

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I ended up being a mean girl.

When it was over my phone had no missed calls, and no texts.

That kind of disappoints me a little.

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When I walked in the house there was no one in the house.

"What the hell guys?" I yell.

They came running downstairs.

"Where the hell were you?" Corbyn asks.

"Dancing." I say.

"Why do you always dance. We're a band. Not a dance group." Corbyn scolds me.

"You didn't let me finish." I snap.

"Well then..."

"I was dancing to your song. Now leave me alone because you obviously don't want to see it." I walk through them.

I stop and they don't do anything.

Assholes.

I walk upstairs and change into lazy clothes.

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As I lay in the dark I get to wondering.

Why didn't he call?

Why didn't they call?

Why didn't they text?

Why don't they care?

As I ask myself, I begin to quietly sob.

Corbyn wanted me to do this, so why wasn't he worried about me.

I thought they cared.

I shut off my phone and let in fall onto my stomach.

I clench my face and a few more tears roll down.

I try to take a deep breath but it comes out choppy and breathy.

Why?

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A couple minutes pass and still, even though it's 7 o'clock and I'm loud as fuck, still, I've not heard from the boys.

Finally I hear a knock on the door.

"What?" I snap at the person.

"Let me come in." He asks.

"Fine." I say letting him open it.

It was Jack.

Once he saw that I was crying, he shut the door and ran to me.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

"You know what's wrong." I say.

"What do you mean?" He asked.

"When I got home I-"

"I didn't come downstairs, so I don't know." He replied.

"I left, I didn't tell anyone. Nobody bothered to call. No one texted me. And they didn't seem to care I was gone. Just what I was doing." I say.

"What were you doing?" Jack asked.

"Dancing to y'alls song. For Corbyn. I thought it would make him proud of me but obviously not." I said

"I'm sorry Emily. And it's not just our song." He said.

"What?" I asked.

"Its our song. Don't forget it's yours now too." He said to me.

"Thanks. You know just what to say." I reply.

I give him a half smile.

Then I lose it.

"He asked me why I dance." I said.

"What did you say." He asked.

"Nothing because I didn't know what to say. I hate it when we does this." I say.

Jack clenched his fist and started walking downstairs.

I held his shirt sleeve and got up with him.

He yanked me off of him.

"Get the fuck off me." He said.

Why was he so mad?

Then it hit me.

"Jack stop! Don't hit him!" I yelled running after him.

Jack went downstairs to the rest of the boys and found Corbyn standing..