My Understandings (Austlan Cashby)

*Austin’s POV*

“NO! Shayley, you’re out of the band!” I screamed. Alan, Tino, and Phil were staring at me, but I didn’t care.

“Austin, I’m sorry! It won’t happen again! I promise.”

“Bull. Shit.” I snapped, “No one is allowed to hurt my ginger kitten. Ever.”

I saw Alan turn and leave out of the corner of my eye. “Lay another hand on him, and I will personally beat your ass. Got it?” I snapped. He just nodded. “Now get out of here. Pack your stuff; you’re leaving first thing tomorrow morning.”

I just kicked my friend out of the band. He slapped Alan after he screwed up the one part of Let Live, and I hated to see Alan get hurt, especially after what he had been through. A year ago, he and his dad were driving home from my place, and they ended up in a fatal crash; drunk driver. His dad died on scene, but Alan only walked away with a couple scratches. He never really got over that. He trusted me enough to talk about whatever he was feeling, saying I was his best friend. Shay was acting weird lately, and everyone could see it. He said it was just relationship problems, but we all knew he didn’t date around. The rest of the band was just getting pissed at him. Seeing Shay hit Alan like that made my frustration level hit the roof.

Shay walked out of the room, and Tino turned to me. “Are you sure that’s what you want?” he asked.

“yes, It’s for the best. For all of us.”

“what are we going to do for back up vocals?”

“I have no idea” I stared at the ground. What have I just done? I thought.

Alan poked his head into the room. “Austin?”

“yeah?”

“Can I talk to you alone?”

“sure.” I replied. Tino and Phil left the room and closed the door behind them. “What’s up?”