Amnesia

1. HOW COULD YOU BE FINE?

Austin's POV

"You're being a jerk!" I yell at him. "This is a chance of a lifetime, and all you can think about is yourself. " I walk around him to grab my favorite hats on the shelf to pack for the tour. "Like always," I add, rushing to the dwindling time until my departure.

He retorts, "I'm the jerk when you're leaving me for the summer! And, at that, I don't even get an invite."

"Babe, you'll only get in the way, and besides, this could be the step I need to get my career to the next level."

"Then, babe, you should of went to tour with me last summer. Oh, wait a minute. You had an addiction and were forced to go to rehab!"

"Screw you!" I continue packing my stuff. "It was your friend Devon who offered me some! He practically forced me!" I snap.

He made a disgusted face, pouting his lips and wrinkling his forehead. "That isn't at all what happened, and you know it!"

I can't even look at him right now. "How would you know if you weren't there? He also tried to get with me." I stare at the suitcases on my bed, not wanting to show him any reaction.

"Are we even talking about the same Devon? Because the Devon I know would never do that. You're not his type in the first place.You have junk."

I look up. "He's bi. Never mind, just get out now." He laughs. He thinks I'm joking. "Get out of my house," I repeat louder.

He folds his arms, smirks, then arches an eyebrow. "Make me."

I turn around and push him. "You don't want that," I clarify. I finish packing my last bag for the tour . I don't have time to deal with his immature antics right now. 5 Seconds Of Summer will be here soon with their tour bus.

"That's what you think," he says.

"I'm done with you for now. Make any stupid comment you see fit."

He grabs my right bicep as I grab my bags to take downstairs. "Get off of me!"

"All I want is for you to stay," he says timidly. "I love you."

"And I love you, too, but here's a note: downplaying me isn't helping you." He can't pull that sentimental shit now! I rather just fight with him. It would make me want to leave immensely, in this tough moment, at least. I'm completely torn in two about this whole decision now. "I have to go," I get out, fighting back on the verge of tears.

"Please? Come on let's Netflix and chill for the whole summer."

A car beeps to the rhythm of "She Looks So Perfect". "I have to go," I say as I pick up my backpack and place my two suitcases on the floor. "You can afford it, but my career can't withstand a summer off."

"Is that it, then?" he asks as I am exiting my bedroom door. "Is that your reason?"

"No," I say, back towards him.

He follows me down the stairs, quoting some 5SOS to gain whatever effect he thinks it grants: "If what we had was real, how could you be fine?"

I leave right out the door, shutting it behind me. "I'm not fine at all," I immediately whisper, feeling a salty tear on my upper lip.

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