Austin's POV:
"Hey, Austin, you coming?" Alan, the guitarist for my band asked me.
"Oh...yeah. Sorry, lost in my thoughts," I replied, spinning around and throwing on a tank top. We're starting our US tour today.
I scream for a band called Of Mice and Men, which I joined after meeting the singer Aaron Pauley. We became good friends and he told me about the position, so I thought why not. I then proceeded to drop out of college and start my career. Then, we got signed to Rise Records, and here we are.
This is going to be exhausting, but I love all my fans.
I guess I got stuck in my thoughts again, like I usually do, I think things through a lot. But right now, I was only thinking about one thing. Kellin, my ex boyfriend. I really miss seeing him, I wish we could've stayed together. But I moved to the other side of the country and things weren't working out. There's no doubt in my mind that I still have feelings for him, they've never left. I still love him. So, since he doesn't know I'm in a band and all now, I'm just waiting to surprise him. August nineteenth needs to get here sooner, because I seriously cannot wait.
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Kellin's POV:
I woke up the next morning with a mild headache. Oh, and I was in the hospital. The doctors still haven't told me what happened, and I'm getting agitated, because I really just want to know. But, there really wasn't much time to be thinking about that stuff, because for the most part, I was just thinking about Vic. Was what he said true? Did he actually care? I don't think he does, it was just an excuse to put me in misery again and again. It's just torture, and I don't understand why he keeps coming back, knowing he's hurting me even more. Last night was so hard, asking him to leave. I really wanted him to stay, but I knew it'd be for the best if he just left. I told him get out, quietly because I didn't dare say it normally, he would've heard the shakiness in my voice. Instead of leaving, he'd try to help me, which would just make me feel more miserable. No one can really help me anymore, I'm too far off the edge. Mr. Fisher walked in, tearing me from my thoughts.
"Mr. Fisher?" I asked, confused. He was a physiological doctor, he's not supposed to be here.
"Hi Kellin, I just wanted to check in for a small chat, is that fine?" I sighed, then nodded. I couldn't leave anyways. "Good. So, Mr. Fuentes says he ended your therapy sessions because you're doing good again, is that correct?" Wait, what? He never ended the sessions, I did. I thought this over a little more thoroughly. Why would he say that?
But then I realized something. If he said I didn't show up, my parents would be involved and I'd be forced to go. Vic wasn't forcing me to go anymore, in a way, he properly ended our sessions. But why would he do that? I quickly responded, not wasting anymore time due to a long silence.
"Uh...yeah, yeah he said I was better a-and that I just need to stay on my medication and I'd be fine." I replied, lying. It was the best I could come up with.
"Alright, I just wanted to double check, ya know? Anyways, get better soon." He smiled and left the room. I let out a sigh of relief, I was worried he wouldn't believe me.
I started thinking again, why would Vic tell him he cancelled the sessions? Does he not want to see me anymore? No, that's not it. Maybe he accepted the fact I didn't want to go anymore. Either way, I know he did it for me. And now, I feel like a dick, always screwing shit up. I did all these horrible things to him for one reason and still he did this for me. He could've said I just didn't show and then I'd be forced to go. He did it because he actually cared.
"Mr. Bostwick?" My other doctor came in the room. He's Mr. Damon I believe.
"Yes?" It's actually Quinn.
