Gableen: The Back Row

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Colleen's POV:
It's two days later, and I've barely said a word to Gabbie after our talk with Rachel a couple days ago. My mixed angry and concerned emotions lingered around, frustrating me even more. She couldn't have picked a better day to choose to avoid me yesterday, seeming as the whole day we were stuck on the tour bus together while we drive to Paris. I guess I didn't realise how much time we'd have to spend travelling rather than seeing the country, I guess not talking to Gabbie was making things take longer too.

Not once did she make eye contact with me yesterday. For the majority of the trip she engaged conversation with Lilly, while me and Joey talked to kill time. Even though I was mad at her for being suspicious of something, I couldn't resist glancing over at her every now and then to make sure she was ok. Yet she focused her eyes to the ground, not once even looking my direction.

Today however, was even worse; we had a tour stop to do. By now we were starting to get the hang of things, we'd each go out one by one until it was just me and Gabbie who revealed ourselves together. That was going to be difficult this time, these last 42 hours she's completely blanked me as if I'm not even on this tour anymore, which built my anger even more. Any time I'd try talk to her in private she'd walk away before Id even opened my lips. It would be near impossible to go out there and act all lovey in front of everyone today, especially with her acting up, my temper was running thin.

And of course, the time did come around where we arrived in Paris. We all hopped out the bus and carried our boxes into the building. I set up everything while Gabbie decided not to help, and instead sit on her iPod listening to music.

Gabbie's POV:
I blasted up the volume, highly as possible, drowning out the sounds and ruckus around me, my emotions, my fears. Trying to forget anything with the rhythm of the music, the beat synchronising with my hearts steady pace. After all, any emotion I felt the past two days filled me with sickening anxiety and worry, what would Colleen say if she found out the truth. Even the thought sent sweat droplets sliding down my forehead. I forced shut my eyes, slowed my unsteady breathing and proceeded drowning my thoughts with the music.

My eyes sprung open at the feel of someone's touch, I glance up to see Lilly signing if I was ok. I gave her a weak thumbs up and focused my eyes around the room, eventually finding Colleen setting something up. I watched her for a while, it was the first time I actually dared to look at her the past couple days. Eventually she spun her head in my direction and we instantly locked gaze. She scowled at me making my eyes widen, my hands shaking with nerve as I tug on the chord of my headphones to play it off. My eyes dart around the room trying to focus of something else before my panic could escalate further, and with that my find felt eased as she presumed doing whatever she was previously.

For once, I wasn't looking forward to seeing the fans, not because of them, but because I couldn't put a fake face on and pretend everything is okay between us when she's obviously annoyed at me. Her glare intimidated me, I knew she too wasn't looking forward to our confrontation. Individually our friends began leaving the room as practiced, and on que the fans began their roar, until the only people left in the room were me and Colleen. Beginning to leave the room to catch my breath I feel her hand grasp harshly onto my wrist, pulling me to the other door that everyone else had left. I gulped and winced, and she loosened her grip realising it was beginning to hurt.
I felt like a complete different person walking out the door, on the outside I seemed bubbly, loud and excitable, yet on the inside I felt nerve eat away at my stomach as an alarm waits to trigger counting down the minutes before Colleen would finally snap in front of my eyes.
I waved at the fans and tried pulling through as best as I can, I could feel my toes begin to weaken, as a painful spike moved its way up my whole body, disabling me from moving as I began to slow down, holding my chest. I squeezed my eyes shut trying to smile away the pain, but the past haunted me into fear once again.

"Gabbie what are you doing, don't make a scene now, get here now" Colleen snarled in a dark tone I've never seen here use before. I continued slowing, my knees starting to shake "Woah are you ok Gabbie?" A couple fans shouted in the line. I gulped the air and threw my body over to Colleen. She rolled her eyes and yanked me behind the set up, as my eyes began watering with uncontrollable emotion. "Look ever since we had that talk with Rachel you've been acting all out on me. Out of all the places you could make a scene you chose in front of all our fans Gabbie? I'm fucking done with putting up with you ignoring me, what are you hiding?" She yelled.
I thought I'd feel devastated, but instead my mind quickly filled with anger "What you think I chose to start panicking in front of our fans? Who could blame me for the looks you've been throwing the past few days. I'm fed up of putting on a fake face and pretending I'm ok, because frankly I'm not Colleen" my voice starting cracking and I broke down into tears of anger "What did Rachel mean Gabbie?" Her voice raised so loud, I started to believe our fans could hear us, her threatening tone belittled me as I began shaking more than ever "If I told you, you'd never believe me" I whispered, barely making a sound escape my cracked lips. With that I walked away from her, my heart aching, begging me to run back and say everything is ok, it's not. I walked, and continued to as far as my legs could take me. Out of the building, and out of Colleen's life.