'its time to go' Keaton speaks. i nod, sighing as i scan the area around me once more. 'she isn't coming Wes' he sighs before making his way onto our tour bus. i frown, taking in a deep breath before stepping onto the bus, going straight into the back lounge.
'im sorry' Keaton whispers, sitting down beside me, i shrug it off, flicking the tv on as the bus starts its engine. 'i wasn't expecting her to show up, we haven't talked since we broke up, apart from my non answered texts which dont count, i knew when i send the text of when i was leaving that she wouldn't show... i just wanted to try though' i state, Keaton nods.
'i know man, im sorry' he speaks, giving me a sympathetic smile. i give him a small nod back before looking back to the tv, flicking through the channels till it lands on some tv show Keaton tells me to leave on.
after about half an hour i finally give up, standing from the lounge and heading out to my bunk, climbing into it and pulling my phone out, my finger hovers over the call button on her name before i finally suck it up and press it, holding the phone to my ear.
i've been texting her for the last few weeks but never called her. maybe, just maybe there is more of a chance she'll answer me if i call?
my breathing hitches when she does pick up, her voice soft as she does. 'Chloe' i breath, i hear her sigh before she speaks. 'what do you want, Wesley?' she questions. 'i miss you' i state, hearing her sigh once more. my heart rate increases as she stays silent, not answering.
'please, Baby. i miss you, so much.' i state, 'Wesley, please. stop. this isn't going to help you. you need to let this go.' she speaks, i shake my head, biting down on my bottom lip as tears fill my eyes.
'i dont want to let this go, i dont want to let you go'. 'Wesley! just please. we're over, its time to let go.' she growls before the line goes dead. a few tears slip from my eyes as i turn over onto my side, pulling the blanket over me.
my heart going impressively fast as she runs through my mine. she was really gone, Again. she was really done with me, that was something i didn't like the feeling of. but for some unknown, shitty reason. the gods have decided that this is how i was going to feel. Like shit.
'Wes, wake up' Keaton speaks, shaking my lightly, i groan before opening my eyes, glaring at him. 'what? what do you want?' i growl, he frowns before speaking. 'we're at our hotel, im sure you'd rather sleep in there, then in this tiny bed wouldn't you?' he questions.
i sigh before nodding. slipping out of my bed and following him off the bus, we both collect our bags before we're taking into the hotel, both of us having a seperate room.
i wave a quick goodbye to Keats before walking into my hotel room which was only right next to his anyway.
after showering, shaving and changing into some grey sweats, staying shirtless as i sit on the lounge, i flick the tv on, letting some gossip show stay on as i mindlessly watch it, thats all until i hear my name which makes me tune back into whats actually being said.
'Now, we all know Wesley Stromberg and his high school lover had recently gotten back together after he moved to LA! but its rumoured that they have already broken up, but now, it seems as though Chloe herself has cleared up these rumours and actually confirmed them that the duo has split! thoughts? also, what are your thoughts on the whole Wesley and Emma kissing?! is this the reason they broke up?'
i narrow my eyes on the tv, grabbing the remote and switching it off before throwing it onto the lounge beside me. i stand up, walking into the small kitchen and grabbing a glass of water, quickly sculling it.
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i stumble my way out from the bar, groaning as the pounding in my head begins to seem worser by every second that passes.
