XIV

Chapter 12

Audrey's POV

Walking into the dorm, I saw Marisa sprawled across her bed with 5 Seconds of Summer blaring from her phones speakers.

"Hey." I said shutting the door and placing my keys in the small bowl.

"Yo." She lifted her arm quickly, allowing me to see a large wrap around her knuckles.

"What the hell happened to your hand?" I said loudly.

"Do you not remember last night?"

I shook my head as I approached her bed and sat on it next to her. My boyfriends husky voice sung easily to their song Amnesia.

"No. No I do not." Leaning against the wall looking at her expectantly.

"Well some creep and his mal pal decided to try and hit us up. Than after touching your bum, you threw a very nice punch. Than all hell broke loose." She gave me a thumbs up as her eyes stayed closed.

"That still doesn't explain your hand." I pointed out.

"Punched his mal pal." Laughing, I rolled off her bed and hopped onto mine.

"Mikey leave?" She asked. I nodded.

"Dang it." She snapped her fingers as the song changed to Only Reason.

"He left a notebook or journal thing for you." Leaning over my bed I grabbed the faded green journal that Mikey had handed me.

His skittish hand writing covered the front with lyrics and small hearts. Not your typical teenage boy journal.

"Thanks." She mumbled grabbing the notebook and sliding it on top of her bedside table. "I'll read it later."

"So I need to talk to you for a second." I said uneasily to Marisa.

"Your not pregnant are you?" I shook my head 'no'.

"But Mikey told me something." I kept my eyes focused on the white carpet.

"Elliot isn't his son is he?" Rolling my eyes, I threw a pillow at her and she went quiet.

"Well... he said Luke didn't plan on staying in the U.S. for four years." I waited for her expression.

"And?" I was taken aback.

"What do you mean 'and'?" I was shocked.

"You're going to go back to Australia with him aren't you?" My eyes were now wide and felt strained.

"Do you want me to go?!" I asked loudly.

"Hell no." I let out a breath. "But I think you should go." And my breath got stuck in my throat again.

"What-why?" My voice was hoarse like I was about to cry, and maybe I was, I'm not totally sure at the moment.

"Because you went psycho bitch two months ago for the guy! You obviously love him!" She was now leaning up and looking at me.

"But what if I don't want to leave?" She sighed quietly.

"Than you leave him." She whispered, almost inaudible.

"Well-can't we have a long distant relationship?" So much hope was in my voice but I knew Marisa was being honest and thinking of reality. This wasn't some fan fiction.

"Isn't this long enough?" My heart broke slightly. Not because of her words. But because they were true.

This was the same problem from last time. Luke didn't want to stay in the U.S. forever, but I did because this was my home. And maybe I was being selfish, but I want him to stay here rather than US go there.

I took a deep breath.

"What about you-" she cut me off.

"Don't even try to change the subject." I went silent.

"I don't want to leave the U.S. But I know that if I don't, than we'll have to break up." She gave me the 'really' look.

"Did those exact words not just come out of my mouth." Laughing I threw another pillow before falling onto my now empty bed.

"I say go with him." A clenching feeling consumed my heart. Two months ago she was throwing fist at Luke because he wanted me to leave. But now she wants me to go?

"Why?" I asked.

"Why not?" She countered. "You love Luke. You could easily get on a team in Australia. A job wouldn't be that hard to find. They speak the same language. What more do you need?"

"My mom." I tried but she just rolled her eyes.

"Your family is rich. Shut up." I smiled slightly.

"We're not rich." She fake laughed.

"Bull shit!" She pointed.

"Anyways, what about you?" She cocked her eyebrow.

"What about me?" My head dropped at her idioticness. Shaking my head I got off my bed and walked into the bathroom.

"What?" She shouted helplessly outside the bathroom.

"Nope." I laughed as she whined.

"No! Tell me."

When she finally gave up, I looked in the mirror, and expected to see myself. The blonde soccer player. But I saw the blonde soccer player , but I wasn't myself. Not all at least.

I looked tired. My hair looked like it was actual straw that I found in a pig pen. It seemed like I hadn't been to the doctors in fifteen years.
Maybe-

"You're wasting water!" Rolling my eyes, I stripped out of my clothes and got into the shower letting the warm water wash away my worries. For the moment at least.