Icing on the Cake

~45~

I just sat in my car in the parking lot of Starbucks and cried. And cried. And wept. How was I supposed to feel about this? Does this mean I should forgive her…even if she’s not sorry?

I decided to cry in my car listening to every depressing Hannah Montana final season song until I was so physically exhausted that I couldn’t cry anymore. I was too tired to continue crying.

After explaining the story to Calum, and asking him how his morning was so it wasn’t all about me.

***Flashback to Summer 2016***

“Why did I think posting this picture on Instagram was a good idea?” I asked Ashton one night backstage after a show in the North American leg of the Sounds Live Feels Live Tour. “Holding a coffee cup, looking into the camera, I look tired, like I’m on meth.”

“It’s not that bad mate.” Ashton said as he looked on his phone. “Calum an I literally Snapchat our nipples, so…”

My phone rang, and it was a number I didn’t recognize. Usually we would never answer phone calls if it was coming from a number we didn’t have as a contact, but for some reason I picked up.

“Hello?” I answered.

“Luke?” The voice said desperately excitedly. I knew who it was. It was my mom.

“Mom?” I asked with a hint of disgust.

“Luke!” She said with relief.

I hung up the phone immediately. I blocked the number immediately. Every bad feeling, every bad memory, all came back to me. I sat down and curled into the fetal position, trying not to get emotional.

“Dude what’s wrong?” Ashton asked.

***End of Flashback***

I never really got into what was wrong with Ashton. After what down with him, I felt like I needed to reevaluate every conversation we ever had. Was he ever my friend?

I decided I needed to go to dinner with my parents.

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