Grivine (a series of one-shots)

I wish I could forget

This one-shot is just a reminder in no way related to the first. I didn't really want to write a sad one-shot, but I was listening to music yesterday and I thought of it. This one-shot is based on more recent events, remember this is fiction! This whole story is inspired by the song: Amnesia by 5 Seconds of Summer.

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It's hard to hear your name, when I haven't seen you in so long, it's like we never happened, was it just a lie? If what we had was real how could you be fine? 'Cause I'm not fine at all

"It's different...I like it," I said as I stared at my new haircut. My hair was a whole lot shorter and the medium brown and blonde locks were gone. I had wanted something different to go with the new chapter I was starting in my life. I was on tour and that was still unbelievable to me.

"So is this everything you thought it would be?" asked Tess as we headed back to our hotel.

"Yes and no. It's incredible and I love it, I guess I just didn't realize how much I was going to miss..." I trailed off, not wanting to finish the sentence.

"The coaches?" she asked with a raised eyebrow. "More specifically, Adam?"

"I, well, yes," I stuttered.

"That's normal. Their holding our hand for months and then hand us off, but that's just how it is. Besides it's not like that's the last time you'll ever see him, or any of them really." I nodded my head and stared out the window. She had a point of course, I would see the four of them again, most importantly Adam. But I hadn't signed with his label and I wondered if that hurt him more than he let on. I hadn't talked face to face with him since the tour began and I hadn't talked to him in any other form either. He was my budbud and I, as silly as it might sound, wanted to hear and know he was continuously proud of me.

"If you miss him so much, call him," said Tess as we pulled back into the hotel parking lot.

"Well, I-I don't really have his number. Besides he's probably preoccupied with other matters." I must have had an edge to my voice because Tess sighed and said,

"Sounds like this is more than just missing him. Do we need to have a girl talk?" I didn't answer and she grabbed my hand and pulled me to the elevator for us to go up to our room. "Spill," she said once she'd closed the door.

"I don't know how comfortable I feel, I mean-"

"You're having Adam Levine problems and I want to help, you being all down and quiet isn't good for anyone."

"Fine, I-I'm jealous."

"Of who?" she asked.

"Of, of that perfect model he's planning on marrying!" I said as I collapsed onto one of the beds.

"I see," said Tess as she moved to sit next to me, "and how long have you felt like this?"

"Since he let me perform 'Hold On We're Going Home' and I just knew when he was praising me that no one had ever made me feel that way, so, so alive." I could feel the tears started to build as my vision got blurry.

"Oh honey," said Tess as she pulled me into her arms.

"And I knew it was wrong because he's engaged. She's the exact opposite of me, tall and light haired. He would never go for a girl like me, but I didn't even have the chance because when I met him he was taken. He hasn't called, I don't even have his number, he DMed me once on twitter, but I feel so forgotten."

"I know for a fact from watching this whole season that that man cares for you a hell of a lot. He took risks with you, he praised you, he joked around with you. Sure, he was kind and friendly with all his team members, but he was a different Adam Levine when he was with you. He even told me he felt like he won with you anyways."