Trust Me, Don't Let Go (Crown The Empire)

Chapter 16: Three Decisions Done

*Amber*

"They were total jerks to you, but you forgive them?" Mitchel continued, and I rolled my eyes.

"This happenes most of the time, Mitchel. There is nothing for you to worry about," I explained, and he shook his head.

"After this tour, your welcomed to stay with me back at El Paso," he offered, and I shrugged.

"I love Andy, and-"

"Andy doesn't make your choices, Amber. I saw the way they treat you, and I don't want them to hurt you," he sounded like my father.

"Mitchel, I love Andy, and I want to be with him. He'll try anything to get me to be with him," I explained, and he walked up to me.

"Sure, he will," he snapped sarcasticly.

"Um yeah! He will!" I protested.

"Look, just be careful at the concert, okay?" he said hugging me, and I hugged him back.

"I will. Remember, I'm staying with the guys for the rest of the tour," I reminded, and he nodded against my head.

"Should I apologize to your dick friend with the facial hair?" he asked, and I shrugged. I step back from the hug.

"The one with the piercings or Mr.Buffy?" I asked, and he thought about it.

"The one with piercings," he answered, and I shook my head.

"He'll apologize to you, so you don't have to worry about anything," I answered, and he was completely cool.

"Just make sure you don't go out with him," he said seriously serious, and I shrugged.

"I won't promise you anything," I smirked, and he gave me a confused face.

"Why? I thought you said you love Andy?" he asked.

"There was something between me and Brandon that I don't know if it still exist actually," I answered, and he shook his head.

"You're not going out with him, and that's final," he demanded, and I nodded.

"Yeah. You're right," I lied.

"Okay. Now that we made that clear, let's go to the concert," he said excitedly. I grabbed my phone, and left out the door.

*Andy*

"Why do you have to be on his side?! I'm your best friend!" Brandon insisted, and I rolled my eyes.

"Being my best friend doesn't mean you get to be a dick to people that saved Amber!" I protested.

"What if something bad's going to happen? Because of him?" Brandon asked, and I shook my head.

"You won't stop, would you?" I asked, and he just sighed.

"I have a bad feeling that he's going to do something. Something is going to happen because he's here. I feel like he's putting all of us in danger," Brandon insisted, and I was done.

"Okay. Whatever you say, Mr. Psycic! I mean you wouldn't give a shit if Amber, A.K.A. the girl you still have feeling for, was going to die if we didn't have him. You're probably jealous that she chose him instead of you," I insulted, and he stomped off.

"Dude, that was a dick move," Hayden commented, and I rolled my eyes.

"Well, what's he saying is ludacris!" I insisted, and Dave shook his head. Brandon rushed in, and locked the door behind him. Something hit the door hard enough for it to make a mark.