My Prophet

Ashley, and I walked through the streets of London, looking for some pub to go in. I've been in a pissy mood since the guys picked me up four days ago, and I just wanted to drink.

I miss Corrie, more than anything. She is so busy with dance, she can barely talk to me anymore. I feel like we have lost connection, and that's hard for me to deal with.

"What about this one?" Ashley said, pointing to an older looking pub.

"Looks good." I said, as we walked inside. We immediately walked over to the bar, and ordered two drinks.

"So how's your girl? Missing you?" He asked.

I chuckled, "I think we both misss each other.."

"You think?" Ashley raised an eyebrow.

"We don't have too much time to talk to each other with her dance schedule, and stuff. We talk on the phone every night." I smiled, thinking of Coralie's voice.

"So that's why your always up so late." He shook his head.

"You know, time differences and all.." I chuckled, as the bar tender handed us our drinks.

"Yeah that has to be difficult." Ashley said, "But hey, you'll be back in no time man."

"Yeah, your right." I nodded, and took a swig of my whiskey.

"Always am." Ashley grinned.

"Could you possibly be more cocky?" I asked.

"Oh yeah, I hold back around you guys." He said.

I laughed, "Of course you do."

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