Chapter 30

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Carson

Anna, Sam, and I all lout a squeal at the same time.

"When do we meet her?" Calum asked, a supisous look on his face.

Why couldn't he be happy for Michael?

Michael smiled. "Soon. Maybe in a couple days, because she has work."

So far, it seems she makes him happy.

And that's what counts.

Ashton grinned. "I'm happy for you."

"What does she look like?" Anna questioned.

"Short red hair, freckles, Hazel/blue eyes." He said, a dreamy look in his eyes.

Typical.

"She sounds pretty." Sam complimented.

For some reason, she sounded sad.

Why?

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Michael

My heart still raced, my head still pounded, my lips still buzzed.

I couldn't describe how I felt about Bell.

She was different.

In a good way.

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Luke

I sit out on the porch, and Ashton joins me.

I don't face him.

I may have been drunk last night, but I still remember.

"Luke I'm sorry. My jealousy got the best of me." He pleaded, eyes begging me.

I don't respond. That could've been my chance.

And he ruined it.

"Luke please! Your more than my friend, your more than a band mate, your my brother."

My eyes watered. "It's okay Ash."

He sighed. "Thanks."

"Ash? Do you remember that promise about girls we made?"

"The one about no fighting over them? Yeah. I don't stop thinking of it."

"Ever since Carson got here...."

Ash nodded. "I don't even know what to say."

"Me neither."

"Maybe we should just give up."

"Give up?"

"Yeah. She doesn't seem to want to chose. Let's just give up and see who she comes running to."

"Nice one."

"B*tches." I hear from behind me.

And then I see a very angry Anna.

And behind her, a shocked Carson.

What did we even do?

We didn't even say bad things.

Anna pushed by us, pulling Carson along.

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I can't get Carson expression out of my head.

Her eyes wide, a depressed look in them that had always been there.

And suddenly, I realize I can't give up on her.

I sit at the desk, writing a song as I think of her.

And the song is called Gotta Get Out.

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Carson

All I can think of is how they were nonchalantly talking about me.

Like it was a regular thing.

Maybe it was.

Maybe I don't deserve them.

I'm a broken mess full of problems.

I'm a lost cause.

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