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Rose's POV:

I always hated the hotel shampoo that the gave out in those ridiculously tiny bottles, Honey Lemongrass? You've got to be kidding me. It's not like I didn't like the scent, (which granted wasn't that bad, I just preferred my mint shampoo) it just was the weirdest combinations. And the bar soap? It all smelled the same, and made your skin feel like your bones had just been stretched two metres.

I hastily scrubbed the "Honey" scented bar soap over my skin, relishing in the hot water that managed to soothe my aching muscles Who'd think sex was sore on the joints?

I sighed as I stepped out of the shower, my body feeling less tense and my mind clearer. I glanced into eh foggy mirror that barely made out my outline, and shrugged, walking back into the room. Andy was sitting on the bed, his head in his hands, and my heart ached for him, was he okay?

"Hey sweetie," I said with a cheerful smile as I wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders, lightly kissing his neck.

He shook my off of him, like my touch burned his very skin, and mumbled something incoherent , and rushed off into the bathroom, slamming the door as he went. I widened my eyes in surprise and stared at the door where he'd disappeared into. Something defiantly wasn't right.

Just then my phone lit up and vibrated against the end table. I crossed the room, still holding a white towel against my drying body, and unlocked my phone, examining the text. It was from Chris.

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*Flashback*
Everything hurt. My body ached everywhere, and my skin was glistening with sweat. My core hurt like hell, and I already could see that tomorrow, I would be sore.

Andy was sleeping on his back, one arm acting as a pillow, supporting his head, and the other draped across my shoulders in a protective, possessive manner. I snuggled up to him even though my body was practically on fire, and his was beyond warm, bur I enjoyed the closeness I felt being near to him.

He looked like a god. Surely he was one in another life, or maybe a king, or a prince, or something! You couldn't be that attractive without being royalty of godly. And he loved me, me! A normal, boring girl, who had trust issues, and was basically insane, but he cared about my anyway.

I brushed a hand through his dark hair, and he began to stir slightly, I retracted my hand, not wanting to wake him, and h e en under again. I breathed out a sigh of relief when my phone began to buzz obnoxiously.

I jumped into action, quickly snatching the device and dashing to the bathroom, accidentally answering the phone.

"Hello?" I answered in a hushed tone, silently closing the door behind me.

"Rosie! Baby, how you doing?" The voice on the other end slurred, obviously intoxicated heavily.

I sighed after I realized who it was, "hello Chris. What are you doing up at 2 the morning? And have you been drinking?"

"Too many questions, too little time. I want to talk to youu!"

I rolled my eyes and didn't answer.

"rosei, you are so fucking beautiful, and that Andy doesn't treat you right. You shouldbe with em!" He hiccupped.

"Chris, you're drunk, are you alone? Or at your bus?"

"You're no fun! But we could be togetheer..."

"Chris, I'm sorry but I can't help you at this time, I'm not at the buses. I'm at a hotel, os please, juts hang up the phone, because I will if you don"t I threaten.

"Nooo! Rossssiiee! Dontgo! Wait... you at a hotel? With your precious boyfriend?! Slut!" He laughed as if what he was saying as funny. It wasn't.

I rubbed my eyes, "you don't mean that You're drunk!"

"No I do! I've wanted to bang you since I first met you at the party on your bus. And I'd be wayy better in bed than that Biersack guy! Let me take you out, tomorrow night? What do you say?"

"Goodbye Chris."

*End of Flashback*

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Chris: Look, I'm really sorry about everything that I said... I was wasted, and I feel awful for what I said last night. So how about I take you out to dinner, as an apology kind of thing. Andy can come of course. My treat :)

I sighed and didn't respond, figuring that I should talk to Andy first.

quickly got dressed and waited for him to come out of the bathroom.


"Hey babe," I call as he exits the bathroom, fully clothed.

He doesn't respond, staying silent.

"Baby? Did you hear me? I everything alright-"

"Fucking don't call me 'baby'!" He shouts, slamming his fist on the wall, making me jump.

"Andy? What's wrong? Talk to me, please." I whimper, afraid of what he'll do next.

"Oh, so now you care about me? What, Chris get bored of you already? Or are you just interested in tow fuck buddies?"

"Andy, what has gotten into you?" I exclaim.

"I saw the text from Chris. So apparently, you have enough decency to wait until I was asleep before you snuck out. I hope it was a good fuck at least," he throws his head back in a humourless laughter, making me flinch.

"there's just a misunderstanding here, Andy, I would never hurt you, or cheat on you, ever! I promise!"

"That's just it though, something was bound to happen eventually. And now, you don't have to end things, or did you want them to just continue to go on? hell, I doubt you would've told me at all, so instead I had to find out on my own. At least in this case, I get the last laugh, huh?Get the fuck our of my room, and stay away from me, my band, and Warped in general. And don't ever, think of coming back." He turns away from me as tears fill my eyes, and leak out of my eyes.

I don't say anything, I am too hurt, and afraid and numb to gage his reaction. I grab my suitcase, and slowly make my way form the room.

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