Real Friends (An IM5 FanFiction)

Chapter 91.

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Dalton's POV:

*Friday, July 24, 2015, 2:22 p.m.*

I tried calling Cole repeatedly today and he hadn't answered a single one of my calls or responded to any of my texts.

Should I feel as guilty as he was making me feel?

I mean, my friends were here from Texas, what was I supposed to do? Say, See you next time!

That's not fair.

But my band should come first.

But they're my band, too. Or, they were anyways.

I missed them.

Spending so much time with them made me realize that.

I thought back to last night when I was out with Kat.

*flashback*

"You know, you shouldn't have to keep running back and forth between your friends and your band," she told me.

"But they're my friends, too," I reminded her, and myself.

"I'm just saying," she rose her hands in defense. "We're getting kind of tired of you always bailing on us for them."

"What are you talking about? I'm always bailing on them for you."

"But we're visiting, remember? We're the ones who haven't seen you in years."

"Yeah but I've been with these guys for years."

"And how long have you guys been a band?"

"A year."

"And how many years were we a band for?" she asked.

"Three."

"There you go."

"What I go?"

"You know what, Dalton," she shook her head as we walked to our parked cars. "We start auditions for our fourth member next month. Hunter's offer still stands."

"You guys really want me to come back to the band? Leave mine and go to yours?"

"Ours," she hopped in her car. "And yeah. We really do."

I stared at her, not too sure how to respond.

"Just think about it."

*end of flashback*

I sighed, giving up and putting my phone down.

"Cole's having a party tonight," Em came into the room and informed me.

"What?" I was surprised. "How do you know?"

"He texted me," she answered, standing in front of me while I sat on the end of the bed. "Why? Is he still not talking to you?"

I shook my head.

Em sighed, running her hands through my hair as I hugged her waist and rested my head on her stomach.

"He'll come around," she assured me.

"When?"

"I don't know," she shrugged. "Why don't you try apologizing first?"