Emily stood up to go shower as Mike was explaining the story.
“So, like I already said she stayed with us because her mom couldn’t come and get her.”
“Wait, if you had the money to fly her back to Utah, why couldn’t you just give her the money for a cab?” angelise asked Mike, “Well, to be honest I kinda had a crush on her right then. I didn’t want her to leave, and trust me I never planned on Hime-time getting the girl… anyways, the night she stayed everyone was passed out except for Emily and I. We watched House Of Wax and then she slept in my bunk and I stayed on the couch.”
I laughed, “Pshh, that’s surprising.”
“Oh, I tried to stay in the bunk with her but she said I was creepy and that I wasn’t allowed to.” Mike paused and stuck his tongue out at me, “Anyways! As I was saying, she slept in my bunk and the next morning she scared the shit outta Jaime and I.”
“Oh, yeah! And all she did was talk! Mike and I were watching TV and were like completely engrossed in it and then she said something and it scared both of us, and I dropped my cereal on myself and I just changed too! It was horrible!” Jaime butted in and took over for a minute until I got an idea, “okay, Jaime. Don’t tell Emily I told you this, but she watched you change, well not completely she just saw your bare back and when you turned around she panicked and shut the curtain so you wouldn’t see her.” I blurted it out before I could stop myself.
“I KNEW IT! I knew I wasn’t crazy!” Jaime had an AHA moment before mike continued the story, “Yeah, that was a funny moment too. After she scared both of us, Jaime got mad and threw her in the shower and both of them ended up getting soaked, then they had a ‘cute’ moment after we started driving to Reno and yeah. After we got there she won a bet with Jaime and got $150 out of it. And then her and I got in a food fight because she wouldn’t eat, she flashed like the entire diner her bra, admitted that she had the biggest crush on Jaime, then later Jaime kissed her and then she rejected him which was funny as all hell, and later they had a thing going on. We had our show, nothing too fancy. Just the normal and Emily was of course standing side stage waiting for Jaime, until I guess she got kidnapped for like half the set by Austin, but after she was back to the side waiting for us to come off stage.” Angelise nodded and smiled at him.
He continued, “then we went to our meet’n’greet and Emily totally pissed off some fangirls.”
“What did she do?” angelise smiled
“She kissed Jaime and when some girls said some rude comments, she turned around and told them and I quote ‘Ya’ll can sit there and talk shit on me for kissing Jaime, I really don’t care, wanna know why? Because no matter how much you guys diss on me just remember, I’m the one who get to sleep by him at night, and I’m the one who knows what it’s like to have sex with him.’ End quote. And don’t ask me how I remember that because I don’t even know.”
Everyone started laughing and Angelise sat wide eyes and gasped, “That was her! My friend Alice told me about her! She was so pissed off!”
Mike got his laughter under control and finished the story, “yeah, it was her. And then she went back to the bus until we got done, but everyone went to All Time Low’s bus for our Usual ‘after show’ party, and it took a while and a couple trips from Jaime to convince her to join us, she didn’t want us to get in trouble since she wasn’t 21. She didn’t want to drink so she had soda, after a while I think someone was spiking it because she was getting pretty crazy.”
“Oh, that was me.” Tony said raising his hand. I looked at him and smiled, “Of course it was you.” He gave me the death glare and I stuck my tongue out at him. He laughed.
“Anyways,” Mike began interrupting Tony and I. “I saw her leave Jaime, after dancing with him, and headed for the door when Tony stopped her right before the door..” He trailed off trying to remember what happened.
I listened more closely because Emily didn’t tell me about Tony stopping her.
He was tapping his chin when, “oh yeah! He stopped her from leaving the bus by kissing her. She pushed him away and started to say something but then Tony kissed her again and she didn’t pull away that time. Then when we got back to the bus Emily and Tony both passed the fuck out in his bunk, surprisingly they didn’t do anything, I don’t think. After everyone was awake we were all talking and having fun till Tony said that he had kissed her, Jaime got mad, and we all got in a huge fight except for Vic; he just kind of sat there. He was the ‘peacemaker’ I guess you can say. She left completely pissed the fuck off and was gone until like half an hour before her flight home, then got her stuff and said her goodbyes and got on the plane home.”
I sat there in shock.
“That’s a crazy story.” Angelise said laughing. “It was a crazy night.” Vic said to her. I looked at Tony with a blank expression. He was just looking at me, with worry in his eyes.
Its okay; It happened years ago. Before you were really into them. Plus, it didn’t mean anything to her back them. She probably regrets it now, if it didn’t she would’ve told me. I sat in my seat trying to reassure myself, it wasn’t working. I started bouncing my leg and tried focusing on the conversation going on.
“….Yeah… it was great.. Except for the part where I got rejected, that wasn’t too fun. ‘Cause its like we were outside the diner and we were suppose to be walking to hot topic then I asked her about the crush thing and she went on saying how it didn’t matter that she liked me and stuff like that so I kissed her and she didn’t even say anything. She just kinda, ran…” Jaime said laughing a little bit.
“Oh yeah.. You and I didn’t talk for like three days after the fight...” Tony laughed and shook his head.
“I’m sorry.” Angelise chuckled.
“Its okay.” Jaime said smiling and looking at Tony. “We can’t really stay mad at each other for very long.”
I could feel the tears start filling up in my eyes and the lump in my throat grow larger, “I-I-I gotta go.” I stood up really fast not saying anything or looking at anyone. I went to the kitchen to grab my purse and keys. I walked out of the kitchen and to the door to put my shoes on.
“Where you going?” Vic asked me while I was putting my shoes on; “Out.” My tone was harsh, but I didn’t care. I opened the door and practically ran down the stairs and to my car with tears streaming down my face. When I got to my car I got in, started the engine and pulled out of the parking lot as fast as I possibly could without killing myself. I’m not sure where I’m going but I was getting there fast. The radio in my car was playingApple Bottom Jeans by FloRida. Emily and I always sang this song together like crazy people, no matter where we were and whom we were with.
I listened to it for a minute. Then I turned it off as I turned into a parking spot at the Starbucks that’s down the street from our apartment. I grabbed my purse went inside and stood in line to order my coffee. When it was my turn I went up to the counter. “Hi Charlie.” Isabella said.
I smiled the best smile I could smile, “Hi Isabella. Can I get the usual?” I responded wiping my face to get rid of my dried tears and the redness of my face.
“Of course.” She said giving me a weird look. “You okay?” she asked.
I looked at her for a moment, debating if I was going to tell her or not. “Yeah. I’m fine. Just some family problems.” I finally responded to her while taking my coffee, a large peppermint mocha. I went and sat down at a table.
I can’t believe Emily would do this to me. Even after i told her how much I like Tony. I’m practically in love with him. Fuck. Here come the tears.I was crying again when I heard my phone start ringing.*You told me to think about it well I did now I don’t wanna feel a thing anymore….*I checked to see who it was. It was Emily. I didn’t want to talk to her, I silenced my phone so the people at the table next to me would stop looking at me and I let Emily go to my voicemail.
I took another sip of my coffee, crying, and then looked around the shop. I sat there for maybe 10 minutes watching everyone laughing and having fun. My phone started ringing again. I checked it; it was Emily. I silenced my phone, again, letting her go to voicemail. I grabbed my purse and my coffee and went into the bathroom. I set my stuff on the sink, put my hands on it, and looked at myself in the mirror.God I look horrible.I thought to myself. My face was all red and blotchy from crying, my mascara and eyeliner, what little I wore, streaming down my cheeks.
After a moment of looking at myself in the mirror I turned on the water, grabbed a paper towel, then waited for the water to be warm. When it was warm I put the paper towel under it, then put it to my face to wipe of all the smeared make up off.
I sat down on the closed toilet when I was done with my coffee, tried to calm down my breathing, since I was hyperventilating. I closed my eyes, breathed in though my nose and out through my mouth. I repeated that till my breathing was back to normal. I opened my eyes, reached into my bag for my phone to listen to the voicemails Emily left. I dug around to find it when I found it I pulled out really fast causing my purse to fall on the ground with my stuff scattering everywhere. “Shit.” I said as I knelt down on the floor to pick my stuff up.
When I was done I sat up and crossed my legs and I called my voicemails and they said,“Charlie answer your phone, I really need to talk to you.” I scoffed and deleted it and listened to the next one, “Charlie! Answer your fucking phone! Just let me explain everything! Please answer me! I need you to answer me!”
“Fuck you.” I said as I pulled the phone away from my ear and deleted the remaining message. I put my phone on the ground, sat against the wall, and pulled my knees to my chest and ran my hands through my hair. I sat there for a moment then I saw a small purple thing sitting on the floor by the trashcan. I reached over to pick it up. It was a little ductape pouch. After a moment I remembered what it was, it was my emergency razor.I forgot you were in there.I thought to myself as I pulled the razor out of the pouch.
I sat there playing with it for I don’t know how long. “Ow, fuck.” I had it spinning in my fingers and I accidentally stabbed myself. I inspected my finger. It had a little blood bubble forming where I punctured myself. I let it bubble up until it exploded then I watched it run down my fingers. As watched the blood drip down my hand, I saw seven small, pink, bloody lines on the inside of my left wrist. I realized that I had put them there just now, not even realizing it. “Well, shit.” I said examining my wrist.
Knock knock. I jumped. “Yeah?” I said sounding shaky. “Charlie? You okay in there?” it was Isabella. I laughed a little. “Yeah. I’m fine. I’ll be out in a sec.” I put the razor back in its little pouch then put it in my purse. I stood up, and washed my bloody hands and wrist, grabbed my coffee then left the bathroom.
I was headed out the door when I ran into someone. “Oh shit, sorry.” I said catching my coffee so it didn’t spill all over me or the person I just ran into.
“Oh no, its my bad.” He responded. His voice sounded familiar so I looked up at him. “Jack?” I asked. He gave me a weird look. “Charlie!” he said excitedly. “Just the person I was looking for!”
“And why were you looking for me?” I asked him. “Well, I was actually looking for Emily. I really need to talk to her. Do you know where she is?” he said. “Yeah. She’s at our apartment. Just right down the street, first apartments on the right. 3rdfloor. Apartment number 17b.” I said to him before I could stop myself. “Sweet. Thanks!” he said waiving to me and walking back to his car. I waived back, “Ooohhhhh she is going to be so mad at me.” I said getting into my car, kind of smiling.
I started my car, looked at my gas gauge; it was full, so I decided I was going to go on a drive. I pulled out of my parking spot and drove out of the parking lot. I drove around for a moment then I stopped at a red light. I was looking around when I saw that the bar was open. “I’ll just go in for a few drinks. I’ll be fine. Just not to many.” I started to drive when the light was green and turned into the bar.
I sat down at the bar and waited for the bartender. “What can I get you?” he asked me. I smiled, “Can I get a shot of jagermeister, please.” I put my hands on the counter.
“Of course. But first I need to see your id.” He said to me while smiling. I laughed, “Sorry. I promise I’m 21.” I laughed while digging around in my purse for my wallet. “Here you go.” I handed him my id. He looked at the id, then at me, then back at the id. He laughed, “Alright.” Then handed it back to me. I put my wallet back in my purse as he pulled out a glass and poured my shot.
“So, why such a strong drink. Its not even 5 yet.” He pushed me the drink. I looked up at the digital clock sitting by the TV. It said, “2:30 PM.” I laughed looking at him, “Hard day.” Then I took my shot.
“You wanna talk about it?” he asked filling up my glass again. I took the shot, “I don’t usually talk about my problems with strangers. Especially bartenders.” I said laughing while he filled up my glass again.
He laughed, “Well, isn’t that what bartenders are here for?” he asked. “No.” I said laughing and took my third shot. “Their here to make sure that my drink doesn’t run low.” I said swinging my empty shot glass in his face. He laughed taking my glass. “Another shot?” he asked. “No. Lets switch it up to a whiskey highball, please.” I said sweetly. He laughed, “Alright. Only if you tell me why you’re drinking so early.” He smirked.
“You really wanna know?” I asked him.
“Yeah. I don’t believe that such a beautiful girl, like yourself, can have a ‘hard day’.” He used air quotes. I laughed and look down at my hands.
“Thanks.” I sighed then looked at him. He was smiling at me. I rolled my eyes and laughed. “Alright fine. Just get me my drink.” He laughed. “I’m Derrick, by the way.” I smiled at him. “Charlie.” Then stuck my hand out he reached out, met my hand half way and shook it.
“So?” he asked while going through stuff behind the bar. “Why was your day hard?” I didn’t answer him at first. I just watched him make my drink. Then he stopped and looked at me. I laughed, “Alright, don’t get your panties all in a twist.” I adjusted in my seat. “I found out that my ‘best friend’ made out with the guy I’m completely in love with and didn’t bother to tell me until today.” I started fidgeting with my hands to distract myself so I wouldn’t cry again.
He put the drink in my hand so I’d stop fidgeting with them. “Care to elaborate?” He asked. I took a sip of my drink and wiped away a tear that found its way down my cheek. I cleared my throat. “It was a couple years ago, before I really knew he existed. She was partying with him and his friends and he was spiking her drink. You see she wasn’t old enough to drink and they’re a bit older then us so they were drinking. Anyways, she started drinking, a lot, and dancing. So she got hot and started to go outside to cool off. Before she could make it outside, he stopped her, he was pretty wasted, and he kissed her.” I paused to look at him. He looked really concerned. By this time I was full on crying again. He didn’t say anything so I continued. “He kissed her once I guess then she pushed him away and then he went in for the kiss again and she didn’t push him away or anything. And when they got back to their bus, they both were in his bunk that night and I guess no one but him and her know if they had sex or not. So that’s still a possibility yet to be discovered”
He grabbed a napkin and started wiping my face. I laughed and took the napkin from him and wiped my tears away. “So, where were you during this?” he asked. “I was in Utah and she was in Reno for a concert and she met the group of guys in the crowd. Well, sort of. They’re in a band, but I don’t really listen to them or talk about it so I don’t remember their name.” I lied. I didn’t want him to know whom I was talking about.
“How did you find out?” he asked me. “Uhh, today one of his friends was telling this girl about how they first met and he told me, not knowing that I didn’t know.” I said to him taking another sip of my drink. Okay, I chugged half of it.
He sat there thinking, letting what I just told him sink in.
“how long ago was this?” he asked me finally.
“Uhh, almost 4 years ago.” I said to him. He thought for a moment. “And she knows how you feel about this guy?”
I nodded my head. “I think that’s what hurts me the most.” I said taking another gulp of my drink, fighting back the tears. “Well, that’s just a bunch of bullshit.” He said. I almost choked on my drink, laughing. “I know.”
He laughed at me. “Want another one?” he asked me while pointing at my nearly empty glass. I looked at it for a moment. “No, I still need to drive home.” I looked up at him smiling and he laughed. “Alright.”
He started cleaning the counter and the dishes he used for my drink and then came around the counter and started wiping down the tables. I just sat there watching him.He looks too young to be a bartender. I thought to myself.He looks like he's 18, 19. Maybe. But I guess he would probably be Emily and I’s age.I thought. Then I noticed he was looking at me waiting for something. “What?” I asked him, slightly giggling. “Sorry. I was lost in thought.” He laughed, “What did you do after his friend told you?” I laughed. “Oh.” I leaned up against the counters to face him. “I.. Uhh… I tried to not let it get to me. I mean it was years ago. I tried not to cry in front of them. I tried focusing on the conversation, I tried bouncing my leg and focusing on that.” I said.
He sat there for a moment. “What did you do after that?” he asked. I looked up at him. “I went to the starbucks that’s right up there.” I said pointing. “Drank my coffee. Slightly freaked out so I went to the bathroom. I don’t know how long I was in there, but the lady the works there knocked on the door asking if I was okay. I said yeah. Left the coffee shop, ran into an old boyfriend of my friends, told him where we lived. Which probably wasn’t a good idea. And now I’m here.” I said to him while rubbing my fresh lines on the inside of my wrist. “Why wasn’t it a good idea to tell the ex where you live?” he asked me. I looked at him for a moment before saying. “He’s an asshole, like a major controlling abusive asshole.” Then I looked up at the clock. It said, ‘3:30’ I looked back at him; he looked like he was still processing what I told him. I sat there in silence, letting him think it all through.
“What are you gonna do?” he asked me while coming to sit on the stool next to me. I shrugged.
“I don’t know. I’m still pretty upset. I’m actually really pissed off.” I said to him.
“I would be to.” He said looking around the bar.
“The more I think about it, the more pissed off I get.” I said looking down at my hands. “Well, do what you think is best for you.” He jumped off the stool and walked back behind the bar. “Oh I will.” I smirked. He laughed, “Good.”
The bell over the door rang, both Derrick and I looked at the door. “Hey! Welcome to Joe’s Bar.” Derrick said. “Thanks.” The man responded. “What can I get you?” Derrick asked the man when he sat down. “Uhh, ill have a shot of Jack.” I was looking at him. Something about him was so familiar. He had his hood on so I couldn’t see his face. I looked away after a moment since I was staring at him. “Can I get a water, please?” I asked Derrick. “Of course. Here you go.” He said handing me a bottle of water then walked over to the man and handed him his shot. I opened my water and saw, out of the corner of my eye, the man take his hood off and take his shot. I looked at him. “Jack?” I asked. He looked at me. “Hey, Char.” He said to me , his voice barely above a whisper.
“Holy shit dude. Are you okay?” I asked as I scooted closer to him. “Oh. I ran into Emily and she wasn’t too happy with what I told her..” he said after taking another shot. “Well, what did you tell her?” I asked, trying to sound concerned. He sighed and held up his third shot to the light to examine it. “I told her that I’m marrying her baby sister and she is pregnant.”
“Say what?” I asked him in shock.
“Yeah.” He replied after taking the shot. “Are you fucking shitting me?!” I yelled. Jack and Derrick both jumped at my loudness. “Is it yours?” I asked him.
“Yeah.” He mumbled. “I’m sorry I didn’t hear you.” I said to him, starting to get pissed off even more than I already was. I didn’t particularly like Emily’s little sister, okay scratch that I fucking hated her sister. Everyone does, well accept jack I guess. But her sister does not deserve this type of punishment.
“Yeah.” He said louder. I gave him a dirty look, I’m sure he’d be dead if looks could kill. “You’re an asshole.” I said to him then poured the beer on him that he just ordered.
I grabbed my purse and put some cash on the counter. “Thanks for listening.” I said to Derrick. “You’re welcome.” He said to me. I started to walk out of the bar when I felt someone push me. I turned around. “Did you really just fucking push me?” I asked jack who was standing behind me.
“You poured my beer on me, hell yeah I fucking did! What are you gonna do about it?” he responded to me getting up in my face.
“You really wanna go there with me bitch?” I asked him with our faces two inches away from each other.
“Bring it cunt.” He spat. Before I could stop myself, I kneed him in the balls, then as he came back up I right hooked him, hitting him right on his nose. I felt the cartilage pop when I made contact. “Call me a fucking cunt again bitch.” I said to him before Derrick came and pulled me outside.
“Are you okay?” Derrick asked me when we got outside. “Yeah, I’m fine.” I said to him massaging and shaking my hand as if it was helping with the pain. “I’m gonna go, now. But you should go check on him.” I said as I looked into the bar at Jack. “What a fucking asshole…” I mumbled.
“I will in a minute. Is he the ex?”
I looked at him “Yeah.” I said with a sarcastic laugh.
“You weren’t kidding when you said he was an asshole.” He said looking at Jack through the window. He was now sitting at the bar again. “Nope.” I said to him. “K, I really need to go. I’ll see you later.” I said to him as I walked to my car.
“Bye.” He said as he walked back into the bar.
I got in my car and started driving.I guess I should go home now. Even though I don’t want to deal with this shit.I thought to myself. So I headed home. The songFuck You by Ceelo Green, except it was SWS cover, which I preferred, was coming out of my speakers just loud enough to be background noise. I was humming along with it, trying to keep my cool. But it did no good, cause the closer I got to my apartment, the more pissed off I got.
When I parked my car, I grabbed my purse and keys, and started that dreadful walk up 3 flights of stairs. When I got up to the apartment I unlocked the door and walked in and put my stuff down on the table. “Hello?” I yelled. The only response was my own echo. “Thank god.” I said to myself then walked to my room.
When I got to my room, I closed my door, leaned up against for a moment, then went to my closet and grabbed my suitcase and started packing up my stuff. I went into my bathroom and put all my stuff in there into my make-up bag then threw that into my suitcase. I was able to put in almost all of my clothes into my suitcase when I heard the door open and close. I stopped moving for a moment to listen.
They were laughing.Are you fucking kidding me?!I thought to myself then slammed the drawer I just emptied shut. “Charlie?” Emily said walking into my room.

Notes

hey guys! so i literally just woke up, at 5:30 pm, because i got home so late from work.. haha so before i forgot, i wanted to update real quick before i have to go back to work in like half an hour... haha so, this week hasn't been that good, the "friend" that i based charlie's character off of is no longer my friend(for stupid reasons). So to be completely honest, i cannot keep her character in the story for much longer because it's getting very difficult for me to write about her. so i'm currently trying to find a way to take her out of the story. (any suggestions would be greatly appreciated) thank you guys for all of the subscriptions and feedback i have gotten. i seriously love you guys! you all are very amazing!
<3/Emilio