She's With The Band

𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄

Hey guys!

Hope you like this one :)

Btw covid doesn't exist which I'm sure everyone probably can tell, but yes the majority of this story takes place in...

2020

(cause that's when i originally wrote this story lmao)

But it doesn't really matter just now it's like current times.

Okay enough of me, hope you guys like it!

Aubrey's Point of View:

FEBRUARY 2020.

The past few months I've tried to stay away from the guys as best as possible. I've done pretty good so far I guess considering the only time I've seen them has been bumping into them in the hallway and then awkwardly walking away.

Tahlia has hung out with the guys a few times though. I've made a crappy excuse each time that I was busy. Thankfully and weirdly they haven't come into my apartment and we haven't all hung out in my apartment.

AND thankfully I haven't encountered Nate. Well since I embarrassed myself by kissing him.

"I'm so excited!" Tahlia squealed as her and I stood in the crowded airport.

"Same here." I lied with a soft fake smile.

"You look tired Aubrey." she commented while examining my face with her eyes.

I looked down. I look tired because I am tired.

I'm so exhausted.

I've been studying like crazy recently and haven't gotten any sleep because of how much this whole situation is freaking me out. I can't even comprehend why this is happening and how this is happening. The whole thing just doesn't add up, and the fact that I'm going through with it and can't tell my best friend?

My professors even came up to me at the end of my recent lectures. They were all almost overly friendly in a sense which irked me even more. They explained to me how my online school work is going to work. They will send me out the lessons and the work I need to get done and then they will also send me a video of the lectures. It's so stupid and makes me so angry that I'm actually going through with this, but what other choice do I have?

So yeah, I've been stressed out. Which to be fair isn't unusual, but I just hate it. Sometimes I get stressed out and remember- look. I can control these things so I should try not to stress as much and do whatever I have to do. But with this? I can't control this. I don't know what I'm going to do.

And then there's Tahlia. My best friend since elementary school. The one who's stood by me through thick and thin. The one who's always had my back no matter the circumstance. She's like a sister to me, and I love her like one.

How can I just live, lying to her about who these guys are?

I looked over at Tahlia who was wearing a full face of makeup and looked perfect. She got her box braids refreshed recently which looked great on her. Her piercing eyes scanned the busy airport, probably looking for the guys. She was holding a carry on and her Louis Vuitton purse on her arm. She had checked in a few other bags already along with me. She also looked good style wise. She was wearing dark blue skinny jeans and a tight long sleeve crop top.

I on the other hand didn't look great. Yes because I've been pulling all nighters and have had anxiety flooding my brain for months I looked like a mess. Studying at my own place didn't work because it can't when the guys are practicing next door. It makes no sense whatsoever why they're unable to just drive to the studio.