And yet again, I’m alone. Like always. I wanted to slap myself. How could I have been so stupid? I’ve never trusted anyone before. I have never let myself get attached. I wanted to turn back and stay. I wanted to feel Vic’s arms around me.

But I couldn’t. I can’t trust anyone. I’m better off alone.

Vic had left a fair amount of text messages and phone calls and some were also from Tony and Jaime. But after that, the calls stopped. The text messages ended. As much as I hate to admit it, the very last text message broke me.

Hey Nicole, we’re leaving to go on tour. I can’t take you. I’m sorry. Please don’t ever call me or text me again. We were a mistake.

And the tiny voice that was hidden in my head for so long finally crawled out and snickered.

Vic’s way of saying, you were a mistake.

Two days. Let’s see, two days ago, I found a new place to stay, two days ago, I found a new job, and two days ago, Pierce the Veil left to go on tour, without me. I was kind of hoping that Vic would come after me and tell me to ignore Mike. But he didn’t. He left. Like everyone else did.

I opened the door to the old apartment that I share with this girl called Lindsay. She was a bit of a partyer and to be honest, I don’t like her that much. All she does is party, get high, and have sex.

Her cheap perfume hit me as soon as I walked in. “Hey Nicole, come party with me. Loosen up! Have some fun.” Her tiny hands gripped mine.

I shook my head and sighed. I couldn’t let anyone in. I don’t want to let anyone in.

Lindsay gave me a look of disapproval, “Stop thinking about him Nicole. It’s not good for you. C’mon! This is your chance to forget about him. I promise you’ll have a lot of fun and I would never leave you, unless you want me to.” She wiggled her thin eyebrows and smirked at me.

“Fine.”

Lindsay squealed and threw me a dress and a pair of heels. I glared at her, “You had this all planned out didn’t you?”

She smiled sheepishly at me, “I may have.”

Suddenly the doorbell rang and Lindsay ran a hand through her blonde curls and went to answer the door.

“Let’s get this party started!”
Oh shit. We’re having it here?

*

The music blasted out from the speakers while a bunch of us including Lindsay and I sat in a circle just chatting. This one guy lit up a smoke and took a drag. For some reason Lindsay thinks I’m crazy enough to try a bit since she shoved one in my face.

“Live a little Nicole!”

Should I? I mean because of Lindsay, I forgot about Vic, Tony, and the rest of the boys. And plus, what could a little taste do to me?







Apparently, a lot.

Notes

Haha I can count up to twenty in spanish now! So I figured that I write sad stories better so I might just stick with that. That means a lot more drama and a lot less fluffiness. Whoops!

Song: Hold On Till May by Pierce the Veil
Quote: "This love was out of control, 3 2 1 where did it go?"

xx (: