Broken Waves

The Forming Dark Skies

Gilinsky's pov:

Laura and I just made out for what was the best five minutes of my life. She is so perfect, I think I love her and I think she loves me too.

*Knock**Knock*

"Laura, it's Matt, I was wondering if you have any extra Pepsi, Nash drank mine."

"Yeah sure, one second Matt." She looked up at me and kissed me again and I got off of her so she could get the Pepsi for Matthew. She grabbed two out of the mini fridge and opened the door to pass the pop to Matt.

"Thanks, oh are you ready for Magcon in two hours?" She stood there and looked like she was about to throw up, but she responded,

"So ready." He laughed and said that there was nothing to be afraid of then thanked her for the drinks. He walked away and she closed the door, staring at me looking terrified.

"Two hours." She ran to her suitcase and grabbed some clothes then ran into the bathroom turning on the shower, she didn't lock the door. I sat there for another few minutes making sure she was in the shower so I could finish my song for her when Taylor walked in.

"Rehearsing Gilinsky?" He tried looking at my sheets, but I put them face down beside me and responded,

"Practice makes perfect." He glared at me knowing that what I just said wasn't about my music.

"Anyways, Laura's in the shower I presume she was pretty sweaty this morning. When I woke up, she wasn't in bed was she? You two both snuck out to the gym without me..." He started walking toward me.

"I met her down there, she told me she went with Johnson at 7:30." I wasn't lying, but I assume he thought I was because he looked pretty pissed.

"Don't fucking lie to me Jack. I know you both snuck out this morning and I bet you fucked her in the change room." I stared in astonishment wondering why out of all things he thought that we had sex. I dropped my facial expression and smiled.

"If I did fuck Laura, I respect her a lot to fuck her in a nice, warm comfy bed, not a gross-ass change room." I grinned at him trying to make him mad, "Maybe, even my bed while you're sleeping and I'll have my hand over her mouth so we wouldn't wake you from your beauty sleep." Taylor turned so red and he punched me in the face before I even realized what just happened.

"You keep your fucking hands off her, you asshole-" He got on top of me and kept punching me until Laura came out of the bathroom and pulled Taylor off of me, but he didn't stop and he ended up punching her.

"Oh my fucking god, Laura are you okay?" I felt Taylor jump off of me and get to Laura. My vision was all blurry but I heard the door slam. I lay my head back down, then heard a silent cry coming from the room. I sat up, not too fast or I probably would've thrown up. I wiped my eyes and blinked a few times re-adjusting my vision to see Taylor on the bed with his bandana on the ground, and his hands over his face.

Laura's pov:

"It's like that feeling when you're just about to kill it, take your last shot you know you're gonna hit it.-" I stopped singing to hear yelling come from inside the room. I finished rinsing my hair but left the water on so I could figure out why they were yelling. I wrapped a towel around me and opened the door to find Taylor on top of Jack, I ran to pull Taylor off-

"Oh my fucking god, Laura are you okay?" I had to blink a couple of times to see Taylor holding my head, I scratched at him to get his hands off of me. I got up and saw Jack beside the bed with blood dripping from his nose and I ran out of the room.

"What have I done?" I fell to the hallway carpet and burst into tears.

"Holy shit Laura what happened?" I couldn't stop crying, but I recognized the voice as Aaron's and I pointed to my hotel room. I could feel his footsteps walk past me to my room-

"What the hell is happening between you two? Laura is in the hallway in a fucking towel- holy shit Gilinsky what happened to your face-"

I gasped as I felt a hand on my bare shoulder, I looked up immediately and saw Shawn. I threw my arms around him and continued crying. He carried me to his room, where Johnson got me ice to put on my face. Shawn gave me one of his Magcon sweaters to put on instead of the soaking wet towel I was in, I don't think he ever let go of me after that.