You meet the boys unexpectedly at a concert, and your life changes. You fall in love, but with 2 guys? With 2 different personalities? Will you let them ruin your life or are you ruining theirs...
"(Y/n), if you're still coming with us we're leaving in a bit. I packed your stuff up for you."
You open your eyes and realize you fell asleep on the couch. "Thank you."
He smiles. "How did you sleep love?"
You shrug. "Off and on. I'll be alright. When do we leave?"
"In about an hour. Tour bus is already here, though. We're gonna grab some breakfast on the way." You nod and get up.
You change into jeans and a hoodie with a jean jacket and go on the balcony for a smoke.
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You still can't wrap your mind around last night.
Mitchel walks out and stands next to you. "If it makes you feel any better, we're all pretty pissed at Clinton. I don't think anybody has said a word to him."
"Does he even care?" You ask.
Mitchel shrugs, brushing his braids out of his face. "I can't get inside his head. I'm still glad you're coming with us."
You smile and Mitchel gives you a hug. He steals your cigarette and you punch him in the arm. "You're sleeping on the floor for that one (Y/n)!" He laughs.
Clinton's POV
I don't understand what the big deal is. The boys always go out and have fun.
But these girls show up and everything changes. One of them is gone, I'm still in my room, and none of my mates have come to talk to me. Shows how much they care, what great friends I have. I really can't trust nobody. They better all just stay away because I feel aggressive. I might lose my shit and leave forever.
(Y/n) ...
No. There's no way she cares about me. Just crying to get some attention. (Y/n) was just freaking out because I was having fun. I'm just another guy in a band.
I hate myself so much. Everything about myself. Not just the fact that I go so unnoticed in the band, but I hate how sad I am all the time. I wish I didn't have to drown myself in booze, drugs, and girls. But there's no other way. No other way.
I get up and put a hoodie on. I walk downstairs and they don't even look at me. I laugh to myself. I feel rage building inside. I walk outside and slam the door behind me.
Where do you think Clinton is going? Why is he so upset?
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