Ashley's POV: I don't know what has Katie so out of it, but I watch as she crashes and burns, into one of the crew members. They both fall back, and as soon as they realize what happens, they start talking while picking up the shirts that spilled from the mangled box. From the look he gives her as he's walking away, and she rides away, I can tell he's crushing, and I don't like it. My eyes narrow at him, as he walks into the venue with the box of shirts in hand, and disappears. I'll have to keep a close watch on him. At least I have one thing going for me. Katie doesn't really know him, but already loves me. Well, I guess that's two things, but who fucking counting? "...Dude? Dude. Ashley!" Andy shouts, trying to get my attention. "Huh? What? Sorry, man," I reply, as I look over at him. "Damn, man. What planet where you on?" Jake says, also looking at me strangely. I sigh, then say, "I'm fine. Just sort of got lost in my own thoughts. That's all." "Really, dude? You know you can talk to us," Andy says, sympathy in his eyes. "Yeah, fine. Don't worry so much, man. I'm good," I say, trying to reassure them. They seem satisfied, then launch into what we're doing for the UK tour. Damn. Hadn't even given much thought to that leg of the tour. Katie's POV: I walk into BVB's dressing room, wearing my black and silver sweat pants and Gir hoodie. What? Not like my sorry ass is getting on that stage tonight. My brothers can kiss my crazy white girl ass. I walk over to Ashley, then plop down in the seat next to him. He looks over at me, then asked, "Don't you need to get ready, babe?" "Nope. Not going on tonight. Nor any other nights this tour may last. Not with my brothers, anyway," I explain. He furrows his eyebrows at me, while finishing his hair, and slowly says, "Okay? And why not?" "Because, they pissed me off," I say in a fake cheerful tone, rolling my eyes at the end. He smirks, the says, "Dial back the cheerfulness, just a bit,.add a touch more sarcasm, and you'll have the tone you want." I roll my eyes at him this time, and he arches an eyebrow at me.

Notes

Uh-oh. Ashley's Jelly. What's he going to do about it?