Be the Death of Me

Ashley's POV:

One month.

It's been officially one month since I last saw my girlfriend. Since I last held my baby in my arms, since I last got the chance to piss her off. Which granted makes her face turn adorably red, and her nose scrunched up in the cutest way, how her eyes become a dark storm cloud grey.

It was hard, living basically a country apart from the girl you loved, especially when trying to Skype and FaceTime. She lived in New York City, close to the east coast, and I was in Las Angeles, the west coast.

We managed to Skype and FaceTime everyday, usually around the time the other was going to bed, and whenever we got the chance, we called and texted. But what was best was we kept it as normal as possible. Liv would tell me about her day, (although she agreed to leave out any mention of work, for my benefit) and we discussed usual couple things, like our career options and future as a couple.

A topic which was both complicated and realistic: where we would potentially live if we stay a couple. Actually, it wasn't too difficult, since Olivia wanted to move to the west coast. So she promised that when tour was complete, we would further discuss mention of her moving in with me.

There was one thing that I hated about my relationship with Olivia. The fact that she was a stripper, and in any moment she could be with another man, stripping for his money. What made it worse was that I was reacquainted with her at a fucking strip club. And the idea that maybe, just maybe she would get over me at any time.


Olivia's POV:

One month.

It's been one month since I last saw my baby. The man I love, and have loved for years. And finally, he loves me back, which feels like a dream come true. One that I'm scared I'll wake up from, alone, without Ashley.

We are able to talk everyday, and Ashley tells me all about life on tour and possibility of us moving in together in Las Angeles.

And ive also decided to move sooner than later, considering the factor that I don't want to be a fucking stripper anymore. When I first moved to NYC, I became a stripper to pay rent and get food on the table. It was a last resort of mine, the only thing I could turn to until I got to actually figuring out my goddamned life.

Today is is my last day. Well not really. Technically, i haven't worked for one day this past week, (I said I was sick, which allowed for me to clearly think this whole process through), and today, I'm quitting forever. I spent majority of yesterday finding a realtor to sell me apartment. I also booked a one way plane ticket to LAX, and began packing for me move.

My realtor promised that she would take care of everything, and that she would simply email me whenever I get a potential buyer, so that i can move without being worried of how things are going here.

The one thing I have yet to do is actually talk to my boyfriend about this. I'm honestly scared that if I give him more time to think about us moving In together, he'll change his whole mind about me. About us.

Notes

Cute chapter! Well, Liv is moving from NYC to LA!