One Of The Guys

Breakfast the next morning was awkward.
Ashley sat with CC because they arrived first. Andy sat by himself at a different table. And because Jake and I arrived together, he felt awkward and ended up sitting beside me. Andy, CC and I were in bad shape. The couple hours that we slept had given time for bruises to surface and swelling to rise. My whole right eye and underneath it was black and blue. It was swollen, so I could only open my eye slightly.
CC's lip was swollen and had a big gash on it, it looked like it hurt to talk. That's probably why him and Ash sat in silence. His jaw where Andy had hit him was a mixture of blue, red and black. I noticed a cut on his forehead too.
Andy got it the worst. He had shinners on both eyes, not as bad as mine, but they still looked sore. His nose looked crooked and swollen, it was black and blue, I wondered if it was broken. He had red marks on his cheeks from where CC had punched him.
The three of us were lucky we wore war paint on stage, otherwise our fans would see the horrible mess that we were.
I don't think any words were spoken at breakfast. We all just sat there in silence, afraid to start another fight.
As I silently munched on my cereal I looked to CC, who tried his hardest to ignore me. After many failed attempts to get his attention, I looked to Andy. He was already watching me, looking concerned. I couldn't help but let a few tears slip from my tired eyes.
I excused myself from breakfast and made my way back to my room. I sat on the bed and silently cried, wishing I could take back last nights events. Why was I so stupid to go back to Andy after promising CC I wouldn't? I'm such an idiot!
I thought about apologizing to CC, but honestly, the only thing I was sorry for was that I got caught. Sure, CC and I had some amazing times, but I was beginning to wonder whether they were in a relationship kind of way, or it was just us being best friends like before. Were we ever really in love or were we just best friends? Is it possible to distinguish between real love and friendship love?
Andy and I on the other hand..
We didn't love each other, did we? We had this crazy chemistry that forbid us from ever staying apart. I don't think we could ever try and forget about that or ignore it. The connection was too strong.
I started to pack my bag, as we were moving today and flying to England for a show in London that night.
I got about halfway through before the door opened and CC entered. I stopped dead in my tracks and looked at him.
"CC, I.." I began.
"Stop [name]. I don't want to hear any more excuses or lies. Whatever relationship we've had before, it's gone. You've ruined it. So lets just pretend like we never happened and get on with the tour" he said.
"Can we still be friends?" I asked.
CC sighed.
"I don't know [name]. I don't know.."
We packed our bags in silence after that.
*
The flight to London was awkward to say the least. Whatever way the tickets worked out, I ended up sitting between CC and Ashley. My two former friends who now both hated me. Luckily the flight was only 40 minutes from Dublin. Jake had finally decided to take CC and Ashley's side, so Andy and I were left alone. He was basically the only person left that I could talk to.
After the plane landed, Ashley, CC and Jake all jumped up and left the plane quickly, leaving Andy and I to walk together.
"How's your eye?" he asked as we walked through passport control.
"It's a little sore" I admitted. "How's your nose? It looks kinda broken" I continued.
"Hurts like a bitch, but I guess I deserved it" he said.
"My Tornado looks like he got hit by a tornado" I joked. Andy chuckled.
We were just walking out of the arrivals hall when BOOM! Flashes and cameras were everywhere. There must have been at least 20 photographers and a hundred or so fans. Oh Shit I thought.
Immediately I brought my hands to my face, covering the bruise on my eye. Struggling through the crowd, Andy held onto my arm so I wouldn't get lost. Suddenly the questions started flying.
"What happened to your face?"
"Did another band member so that to you?"
"Look over here, look at the camera!"
"Take your hand away from your face, let us see!"
"Is that why CC was bruised too?"
"Did it happen on stage?"
"How did you get that broken nose, Andy?!"
"Is everything okay within the band?"
We powered through the crowd, not answering any of the questions. Once through, we ran for the door and hopped into the first taxi we saw. We were both breathless.
"Where are we headed?" asked the driver in a thick London accent.
The paparazzi were now approaching the car.
"Anywhere, just away from here" panted Andy.
"If you say so" said the taxi driver. He drove away. I watched the paparazzi getting smaller and smaller as we got further away. I was filled with frustration. I punched the seat in front of me.
"Fuck" I exhaled.
Andy put his hand on my shoulder, to try calm me down, which I shook off.
After a while of driving around, we headed back to the airport to get on our UK tour bus.
I threw my bags down on the first bunk I saw, got in and closed the curtain, isolating myself until the show that night.

Notes

Hey guys!
Sorry it took me so long to update :( I had so much shit going on in my life and couldn't bring myself to write. Hopefully I'll have a regular uploading schedule again now!
I'm glad you are all enjoying the story so far! Soooo much drama!
Anyways, I took this picture while walking through town the other day, hope you like it!
-Lauren x