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twenty seven. [m.g.c]

twenty seven [m.g.c]

3 days until tour

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"Guys we've been booked onto our first live TV interview!" Ashton smiled as he finished his phone call with management.

"What when?" Calum beamed.

"Day before tour, management says it's a good way to create hype"

"What else did they say?" I asked.

"That we have a new tour manager and sound engineer, apparently they've hired someone to do both jobs. They're highly recommended apparently, and will bring some good ideas and stuff"

"Do we know our support acts yet?" Luke asked.

"Apparently this new guy is choosing them so nope" Ashton said as he walked to the fridge pulling out a bottle of orange juice and taking a swig.

"So are we having a formal interview" I asked walking to Ashton and taking the bottle from his hands and taking a swig for myself

"Yeah, a formal one on Good Morning Australia" he saidhitting me on the back of the head because of me taking the drink.

"Yeah Ashton, that means no tops with holes in" Luke laughed.

I laughed along, the boys smiling as they saw me laughing along, I hadn't laughed or smiled much for the past few days, I couldnt most of the time. I was so wrapped up around Casey, and not being able to see her, hear her or even contact her was killing me. I still every so often took my phone out of my pocket to look at my lockscreen, to look at the picture of me kissing her cheek, the drawings of the butterflies on her arms very prominent. The drawings I used to go over with a new pen everyday with a hope that they wouldn't fade, but by now she would have washed them off

"Michael, we need to talk about the Casey situation" Ashton spoke, I winced at the mention of her name, it stung a little everytime she was mentioned,

"There's nothing to talk about" I mumbled, ready to walk out of the room

"We've been speaking to Callum" Luke said, and I stopped in my tracks, he was her best friend, so if i could get anything to her it would be him. And then the doorbell rang. "Speaking of the devil, come in!"

Callum walked in the door a smile on his face, it faded when he caught my gaze though, "Michael" he nodded

"Callum" I mumbled

"I'm here to talk to you all, about Case" he said sitting down on the couch, the four of us followed and we sat around waiting to hear what he had to say. "Shes devastated, I havent seen her so upset since-, never mind" He sighed. I knew exactly what he meant, she hadnt been so upset since the time where she lost control, when she lost her mum and dad and turned on herself.

"Shes adamant she wont see you though boys, so I don't know what to suggest" he sighed, his head in his hands.

Then I had an idea, I pulled a small folded piece of paper from my pocket and handed it in Callum's direction. "Callum, could you give this to her please, I dont want anything else from her she doesnt have to talk to me, I just want her to be able to read this?" I said.

"I'll give it to her, I promise" he smiled, placing it in his pocket.