”No, Tony...” I sighed and shook my head, ”I'm just getting over you. Don't show up here and ask me to come back to you.”

”But I'm lost without you,” he said and I could see true pain in his eyes as he spoke the words. I swallowed hard and leaned my back against the wall behind me. I just looked at him for a moment.

”Have you slept with anybody in these past six months?” I asked quietly. My question obviously caught him off his guard and he took a step back.

”Uh...” He didn't know what to say which gave me my answer.

”So you have,” I nodded, ”How many? Was one of them Kelsey?”

”No, not Kelsey. Those girls, they meant nothing to me, Abby,” he explained, ”And I only did it because I was trying to forget you and move on.”

”I haven't slept with anybody,” I said quietly, ”I'm not able to sleep with other guys because you're always there on the back of my mind. It's kind of sad, isn't it.” I could see something in his eyes as I spoke – maybe a glimpse of hope?

”Can we go somewhere more private? I really need to talk to you,” he begged and stepped closer.

”Uh... Okay,” I sighed and nodded. Surely it wouldn't hurt to hear what else he had in his mind, right?

Tony took me to their hotel and we stepped into his room. Apparently he shared it with Mike because he was there, laying on a bed with nothing but a white towel wrapped around his waist. When he noticed that somebody had come in, he lifted his head up and looked at us.

”Abby? Hey!” he exclaimed and a grin found his lips.

”Hey,” I smiled and nodded.

”Uh, hey, would you mind going to Vic's room for a while?” Tony asked. Mike narrowed his eyes before his face lit up like he had just found the cure for cancer.

”Of course,” he murmured and sat up, flashing some of his manhood while doing that, ”Sure I can leave you two alone. But, please, don't do it on my bed.” He stood up and wrapped the towel more carefully around his skinny waist before walking out of the room, just like that.

When he was gone, I turned to look at Tony who was pointing at the bed, motioning for me to have a seat. I sat down and waited in the silence for him to open his mouth. But as he didn't, I got impatient and opened mine.

”How did you know I was there? At your show?”

”I, uh... I was kind of hoping that you'd be there and then I saw you in the crowd...”

”I didn't think you noticed me,” I mumbled quietly.

”It's impossible for me not to notice you, Abby, and I could barely keep my eyes off you,” he admitted with an honest shrug.

”Oh, uh...”

”Look, I can't stop thinking about you,” he told me, ”And it kills me to know that you're somewhere out there and I'm not there with you. I lay in bed at night and just think about you and us together and the way you smile and how cute you look when you're angry and I just... I fucked up and I'm so fucking sorry. I don't know what you expect me to say but I can only say the truth. I was stupid and I probably don't even deserve you but fucking hell, Abby, I need you.”

”I...” I didn't know what to say. I mean... Holy shit.

”Please come back to San Diego with me,” he whispered. I looked into his big eyes full of fear. He was scared that I would say no. And I was scared that I would say yes.

”If I come back and something like this happens again... You know I can't come back with you,” I whispered and shook my head, ”As much as I would like to, I can't. It would be too much and I don't think I can handle it again.”

”Don't you want to go back? Don't you miss everything back there? Don't you miss me?” he asked, and for a moment there he reminded me of a five-year-old child. He seemed so small and afraid and honest.

”I do, of course I do,” I nodded, ”But you have to understand that you broke my heart. If... If we get back together, it has to be all or nothing. If I go back to San Diego, I don't ever want to come back here.”

”I promise I won't do anything stupid ever again.”

”It's not just about that. I obviously wasn't enough for you which was why you went back to your ex. You can't promise me you won't feel the same way again.”

”I've gone through hell without you, Abby, and I don't want to feel the same way ever again,” he said quietly.

”I want to apologize but I'm not really sorry for making you feel that way. You hurt me and not the other way round, Tony.”

”I know. I'm sorry and I wish I could take it all back but I can't which is why I'm here. Can you give me another chance?” he asked. I swallowed hard. Could I? Did I even want to? Surely he could hurt me again if he had already done it once.

”I... I need to think about this,” I mumbled and looked down. It was bullshit – I mean, there was really nothing to think about. I couldn't give him another chance because he most definitely didn't deserve it.

”Yeah, of course,” he said and then sighed. I looked up at him again and saw him biting his lip while his eyes were focused on my face.

”I don't know why everything is suddenly like this,” he said suddenly, ”All this drama, bullshit, cheating – everything is just negative now.”

”Huh?”

”We used to have fun,” he explained, ”Do you remember, back in Miami? We used to sneak out and have sex in bushes or in the backseat of your dad's car. We spent every night outside and just laughed. We got drunk and threw up on ourselves and yet we had fun. We used to have nothing but fun.”

”Yeah but you do realize that that's not the way to live our entire lives? Life isn't always fun, Tony,” I said.

”But we could try and make it less miserable. We could go back to having fun. Hell, we could go back to Miami to sort things out,” he said, and suddenly his eyes lit up.

”I don't know if that's a good idea... And you're still on tour with the band and everything...”

”But when the tour ends I don't have anything for a few weeks,” he said and nodded, ”Please, Abby, please come to Miami with me. And after that, if it seems like we can't do this, I will leave you alone and never bother you again. But, please, do this for me. For us.”

I never promised him I would actually go to Miami with him. Their tour was only going to last for a few more days which didn't really give me enough time to think about his suggestion. I wasn't sure if I wanted to go. A part of me – my head – was telling me to stay the hell away from him but my heart... My heart on the other hand was screaming his name and begging for me to get back together with him.

Those two days went by way too fast and before I knew it, my phone was buzzing somewhere in my room and I feared it was him. I rolled out of my bed and went through the piles of clothes on my floor until I found my buzzing phone. I swallowed hard before I was able to bring myself to look at the screen. It was, indeed, Tony, and suddenly I didn't want to answer the goddamn phone. I wanted to smash it into a wall and pretend I had never even received his call.

But, after deciding to act like the adult I was, I took a deep breath in and answered the call. For a moment I could hear nothing but silence.

”Hello?” I spoke after clearing my throat.

”Abby? Oh, hey.” Tony's voice sounded surprised for some reason.

”Hey,” I said as a grin appeared on my face – even his voice had some sort of a power over me – but then I realized that I didn't even really want to talk to him, so my face fell again.

”I'm in Miami,” he told me. Already? Was he waiting for me?

”Oh, uh, okay... Uh...” I didn't really know what to say.

”And there's something missing,” he said, ”Someone.”

”I... I haven't decided yet, honestly, I don't know what to do...”

”Give me a chance, baby.”

”I would,” I said quietly, ”I just... I don't know.”

”I paid for your ticket, you should find more information in the email I sent you. Your flight leaves at seven. Please come, Abigail.” Was all that he said, and then the line went dead. I looked at the phone in my hand for a moment.

Well... If he paid for my ticket... It would have only been rude not to go, right?

And suddenly my mind had been made. I jumped up from the floor and ran out of my room.

”Mom?” I exclaimed, ”Mom! Where are you?”

I ran around the house until I found my mom, sitting on the toilet seat in our bathroom. I swung the door open and came face to face with her. She looked shocked for a moment as we looked at each other in the eyes.

”I need a suitcase,” I said and tried to catch my breath.

”What? Honey, can't this wait until I've finished my business here?” she asked and pointed at the toilet seat.

”No! I need to find a suitcase. I'm going to Miami to get my man back!”