I Found You, Something Told Me To Stay.
When You're Much Too Far Away.
Matt’s Point of View:
It’s been 4 weeks, 6 days, 5 hours and 12 minutes since I’ve seen Ariel or even talked to her. I haven’t been able to lose track of time since I saw her walking away from the tour bus that day. Zack tracked her down, but refused to give me her number or tell me where to find her. The only thing he told me was that she now lives in Los Angeles with those two chicks she was with at the bar the night I met her. Things here have not exactly turned out the way I wanted it to. Valary somehow placed herself at my side, and refused to leave. I’ve given up trying to tell her it’s over. Every time I kiss her, I wished it was Ariel.
“Matty?” Val spoke innocently, molding her side against mine on the hotel room bed.
“What?” I answered dully, staring at the television that she had put on mute so I would pay attention to her.
“I love you,” she cooed, attempting to kiss me. I shied my face from hers, and turned over in bed. This wasn’t anything near what I wanted. I realize now, that I had royally fucked up everything I could have had with Ariel. I didn’t love Val anymore, like I thought I did. I loved Ariel. But God knows where she is now…or if she’ll ever want to talk to me again.
“Matt, I think we need to talk,” a voice spoke through the door after a few knocks.
Zacky?
“Okay, I’ll be out in a minute,” I called back, gathering myself up, and looking for my shoes. Zacky didn’t know it, but I was more grateful then ever that he interrupted Val and I. I didn’t want to deal with her anymore.
“You’re leaving?” Val pouted, crossing her arms.
“Yeah, you heard him. He wants to talk,” I said, rushing past her and out into the hallway, where Zacky just handed me his phone.
“What’s this for? I have my own,” I said stupidly, not understanding what he wanted me to do.
“Talk to her like its me. Tell her you want to meet her, and get it over with. I’m sick of seeing both of you so upset every fucking day,” he smiled, giving me a pat on my shoulder as he made his way back to his room next to me, “You’ll thank me some day, Sanders,”
Ariel’s Point of View:
“You need to get out of bed,” Ashlee barked, ripping the comforters from my bed. I groaned, rubbing my tear-stained cheeks with my palms. I opened one eye to see Ashlee standing with a hand on her hip and a sour look on her face.
“What?” I asked, pulling the comforters back up over my head and turning over underneath them. I wasn’t quite ready to face the world yet.
“What do you mean, what?” she growled, ripping the sheets from off of me again. I whined, grasping for the comforters again, but failing when I noticed Ashlee holding it this time.
“I mean, what the fuck are you fucking doing?!” I screamed, throwing myself back onto the bed.
“All you’ve been doing for the past month is lay in this bed, cry and throw up because you’re so stressed out,” she started, her voice now gentle. She crossed the room to lay on the bed next to me. I turned away from her immediately, tears gracing my cheeks again. She was right. All I did was cry and mope in this room for a whole month over Matt. I missed him so bad, and talking to Zacky didn’t help any. He kept everything about Matt out of our conversations, so I had no idea how he was doing.
“I know,” I said simply, feeling the need to throw up again.
“I’m so sorry, baby,” Ashlee murmured, wrapping her arms around my waist and resting her head on my neck in between my head and my shoulder, “Things will get better, I promise,”
I nodded, cursing silently at her. She had no idea what I was going through. I felt like I had lost a best friend, a lover, and my other half, all in one day. It was a completely ridiculous notion, considering I hadn't even known him long enough to miss him in the first place.
I felt the bed shift, and heard the door shut quietly. I sighed, looking around the room I had claimed by locking myself in it the second I got in the door. While everyone else’s room was already unpacked, mine remained piled with boxes and had only a mattress on the floor. I hadn’t had the strength, and I didn’t want Des or Ash to do it for me. I wasn’t totally incapable. I just lacked motivation. As I began to drift off to sleep, I felt my phone vibrate underneath of me, and I grabbed at it, flipping it open. It was from Zacky, of course. I smiled, clicking “View Now,”
Ariel, can I see you?”
I raised my eyebrow, wondering what this was all about.
Yeah, sure Zacky. But why?
I waited impatiently for his answer, almost jumping out of my skin when I saw the phone light up.
I need to talk to you, face to face. Can I see you today, please?
Shaking, I replied, Yeah, just let me get a shower, and I’ll drive down. I’m sure Ash and Des won’t mind if I take their car.
Great, I’ll meet you in Huntington. What about the BeachFront bar?
The bar? Why? Whatever, it’ll do me good to get out of here.
Perfect, I’ll start driving as soon as I get ready.
Okay, I’ll see you soon
What could he possibly want to talk about face to face?
It’s been 4 weeks, 6 days, 5 hours and 12 minutes since I’ve seen Ariel or even talked to her. I haven’t been able to lose track of time since I saw her walking away from the tour bus that day. Zack tracked her down, but refused to give me her number or tell me where to find her. The only thing he told me was that she now lives in Los Angeles with those two chicks she was with at the bar the night I met her. Things here have not exactly turned out the way I wanted it to. Valary somehow placed herself at my side, and refused to leave. I’ve given up trying to tell her it’s over. Every time I kiss her, I wished it was Ariel.
“Matty?” Val spoke innocently, molding her side against mine on the hotel room bed.
“What?” I answered dully, staring at the television that she had put on mute so I would pay attention to her.
“I love you,” she cooed, attempting to kiss me. I shied my face from hers, and turned over in bed. This wasn’t anything near what I wanted. I realize now, that I had royally fucked up everything I could have had with Ariel. I didn’t love Val anymore, like I thought I did. I loved Ariel. But God knows where she is now…or if she’ll ever want to talk to me again.
“Matt, I think we need to talk,” a voice spoke through the door after a few knocks.
Zacky?
“Okay, I’ll be out in a minute,” I called back, gathering myself up, and looking for my shoes. Zacky didn’t know it, but I was more grateful then ever that he interrupted Val and I. I didn’t want to deal with her anymore.
“You’re leaving?” Val pouted, crossing her arms.
“Yeah, you heard him. He wants to talk,” I said, rushing past her and out into the hallway, where Zacky just handed me his phone.
“What’s this for? I have my own,” I said stupidly, not understanding what he wanted me to do.
“Talk to her like its me. Tell her you want to meet her, and get it over with. I’m sick of seeing both of you so upset every fucking day,” he smiled, giving me a pat on my shoulder as he made his way back to his room next to me, “You’ll thank me some day, Sanders,”
Ariel’s Point of View:
“You need to get out of bed,” Ashlee barked, ripping the comforters from my bed. I groaned, rubbing my tear-stained cheeks with my palms. I opened one eye to see Ashlee standing with a hand on her hip and a sour look on her face.
“What?” I asked, pulling the comforters back up over my head and turning over underneath them. I wasn’t quite ready to face the world yet.
“What do you mean, what?” she growled, ripping the sheets from off of me again. I whined, grasping for the comforters again, but failing when I noticed Ashlee holding it this time.
“I mean, what the fuck are you fucking doing?!” I screamed, throwing myself back onto the bed.
“All you’ve been doing for the past month is lay in this bed, cry and throw up because you’re so stressed out,” she started, her voice now gentle. She crossed the room to lay on the bed next to me. I turned away from her immediately, tears gracing my cheeks again. She was right. All I did was cry and mope in this room for a whole month over Matt. I missed him so bad, and talking to Zacky didn’t help any. He kept everything about Matt out of our conversations, so I had no idea how he was doing.
“I know,” I said simply, feeling the need to throw up again.
“I’m so sorry, baby,” Ashlee murmured, wrapping her arms around my waist and resting her head on my neck in between my head and my shoulder, “Things will get better, I promise,”
I nodded, cursing silently at her. She had no idea what I was going through. I felt like I had lost a best friend, a lover, and my other half, all in one day. It was a completely ridiculous notion, considering I hadn't even known him long enough to miss him in the first place.
I felt the bed shift, and heard the door shut quietly. I sighed, looking around the room I had claimed by locking myself in it the second I got in the door. While everyone else’s room was already unpacked, mine remained piled with boxes and had only a mattress on the floor. I hadn’t had the strength, and I didn’t want Des or Ash to do it for me. I wasn’t totally incapable. I just lacked motivation. As I began to drift off to sleep, I felt my phone vibrate underneath of me, and I grabbed at it, flipping it open. It was from Zacky, of course. I smiled, clicking “View Now,”
Ariel, can I see you?”
I raised my eyebrow, wondering what this was all about.
Yeah, sure Zacky. But why?
I waited impatiently for his answer, almost jumping out of my skin when I saw the phone light up.
I need to talk to you, face to face. Can I see you today, please?
Shaking, I replied, Yeah, just let me get a shower, and I’ll drive down. I’m sure Ash and Des won’t mind if I take their car.
Great, I’ll meet you in Huntington. What about the BeachFront bar?
The bar? Why? Whatever, it’ll do me good to get out of here.
Perfect, I’ll start driving as soon as I get ready.
Okay, I’ll see you soon
What could he possibly want to talk about face to face?
4/18/13