now or never - charlie gillespie

chapter fifty one

Yesterday was rough.

I couldn't tear my eyes away from my phone.

I couldn't blame anyone for saying half of the things that they were.

Ava was right. The truth was that they were fighting because of me. Which is what makes it even worse.

Owen stayed with me all day, trying to get my mind off of everything. He tried to distract me with movies, but it was no use.

They were right... it's all my fault.

I'm the reason they were fighting.

How was I supposed to push that to the side and just forget about it?

Owen reluctantly agreed to go home and get some rest. I knew he had a big day tomorrow. I didn't want to be the reason for anything else going wrong.

I tossed and turned all night, trying to figure out the best solution for this.

How was I going to make this right?

I needed to make it right. I had already caused so much drama.

I woke up the next morning to someone pounding on my hotel room. Unwillingly, I got out of bed to see who it was.

To my surprise, I opened the door to find Owen holding two coffee cups in his hands.

"Good morning sunshine!" He said beaming at me. He held out one of the coffee cups. I grabbed it and turned around, walking back into the room. "Someone had a rough night," he mumbled, walking in after me and closing the door.

I took a sip of the coffee and instantly felt better.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, wondering why he wasn't rehearsing.

"Ouch," he said, faking offence.

"You know what I mean," I said, rolling my eyes at him. He rolled his eyes back.

"Well, if you must know, I'm here to drag you to the arena," he said smiling at me.

"Um.. actually, I was thinking I'd stay in today-"

"Oh no, no, no. There is no way, NO WAY, you are missing our first ever concert, Laker Baker," he said sternly, crossing his arms in front of him. He walked over to where I had my bags and threw random items at me. "Get dressed, you're coming with me."

He was right. I couldn't miss their first concert. This was huge. I knew I wanted to be there for... everyone.

"But doesn't it start at night?" I whined. I was emotionally exhausted. I didn't know if I had it in me to last all night.

"But you have to be there for everything! We're sneaking in some fans who come early to watch us during soundcheck," he said. I could tell he was really excited. I couldn't ruin this for him. I knew if I didn't go he'd worry all day.

Without another word I got up and got dressed.

It would be selfish of me to sit in my room and sulk. I had to be there for them. I knew how much it meant to them.

I put on some oversized jeans and an old AC/DC band t-shirt.

"Lets go," I said to Owen as I pulled my hair into a ponytail.

Owen looked me up and down and crossed his arms. "Where do you think you're going looking like that?"

I looked down to make sure my outfit wasn't inappropriate. "I don't get it, what's wrong with my outfit?" I asked. I lifted my hands up to my hair, pulling out my bangs from my ponytail and let them fall around my face.