Andy's POV:

"Juliet! Please, just, can we talk about this tomorrow? Or any other time?" I practically beg her, my head pounding.

"What the hell Andy!? We need to discuss this! I've been off touring for weeks, and I come home, expecting my boyfriend to be all sweet and caring, and instead, he's hungover!" Her annoying voice shrieks.

Hmm, that's new. Thinking my girlfriend is annoying. That won't earn me points in a relationship.

"I'm still fucking here, my head just hurts like hell. And when am I not 'caring and sweet'? I've been nothing but considerate to you while you are on tour. Could you give me a bit of a break?" I groan, covering my head with a pillow.

"A break? I've been gone! Isn't that a long enough 'break'?"

"Fucking hell Juliet. Yes, you've been gone, but I've also been at work, touring of my own, promoting BVB IV across the globe," I counter, removing my pillow shield, immediately regretting it when I catch her stormy gaze.

"Are you seriously trying to tell me that my touring isn't as important?" She shrieks, disbelief evident in her whiney voice.

Has she always been this annoying? Or is this a new thing? Maybe it's just the hangover talking, or that fact that her voice is amplifying the pounding in my head.

I groan as she tries to blame me, "I'm not saying that Juliet, and you know that. I'm just stating a fact, BVB has been round longer than you have been a solo artist. We have more fans, and have bigger tours, its a fact."

Her nostrils flare and her expression is practically fuming, "are you pointing out my age again? I thought we were past that!"

I roll my eyes and resist the urge to flee the room, "we aren't talking about that Juliet!" I finally shout, unable to hold in my frustration any longer.

"You know what Andy? Maybe we aren't right for each other, maybe we aren't working together well anymore," she snaps.

"Maybe we aren't," I agree, trying to keep the relief from my voice, "maybe we need time apart. Seeing other people."

She nods, although her anger is still rising with every word, "fine. Goodbye Andy. I'm going to get my stuff."

I don't respond, simply shut my eyes and allow myself to fall back into unconsciousness.

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When I wake it's dark outside and all evidence of Juliet are gone. Relief floods my chest, maybe our relationship was toxic, and we were just to scared and blind to notice or act on it.

Theres an annoying knocking at the door, and I rumble a response, answering the door. Ashley accompanied by CC make themselves at home. I growl at them, "this better be good."

Ash raises an eyebrow questionably, but says nothing.

"Dude! We haven't seen you in ages! Where's Juliet?" CC exclaims.

"We uh, broke up, actually. Today, it's okay though. I'm kinda relieved," I answer, rubbing the back of my neck awkwardly.

"Oh, sorry man. We didn't know." CC says, while Ashley scrolls through his phone, ignoring our conversation.

"Ash? What's up man?" CC practically tackles him, grabbing his phone.

"Oooh! A girl!? Damn, she's hot. Where'd you meet her?"

"Fuck man, give it back!" Ash complains, trying to snatch back the device.

CC tosses me his phone, a grin taking over my face and I grasp Ash's phone, staring at the photo. It's a girl, with long blonde hair, and baby blue eyes, she gorgeous.

"Who is she?" I ask, unable to remove my gaze from her.

"a girl I met at a frat party. I like to look up the freshman at UCLA every once in awhile, and damn was I impressed. Only problem is this pretty little thing has a boyfriend." Ash explains, a smirk on his face.

"That sounds like a challenge," I raise an eyebrow, smirking, "well since I'm single now, I think it's best I try to win her over. And that's what I intend to do now. Guys? I think we need to visit UCLA soon."

Notes

Third chapter in Andy's POV!
the premise of the story is really heating up, and it's revealed that Andy is looking for a challenge, plus is single!!

I also just want to say that I have nothing against Juliet. This is for the story only, and that I don't love her as an artist. My own biases and opinions are my own, and are my right / property.

Good Luck at school or work tomorrow everyone!