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The day finally came when they had to leave. When Brandon had to leave me.
The hours pass by too quickly for my own satisfaction. The countless ticking of the clock as I watched it in the Las Vegas heat inside of our garage.
Almost all of their equipment was loaded and ready to go. Only just yesterday I saw them on VHI. Listening to their new single on You Oughta Know. Now that they were on tv, The Killers were becoming steadily known.
The fact that they were leaving was just all together shitty.
I supported them, but at the same exact time I wanted to come with them, so I could share their dreams. but I wasn't aloud to come. It was my own decision, since I knew that in no time, I would be pushed aside for all of the groupies who had claimed that they were there from the very beginning.
When really, that was me.
My name was being called from inside the house, as my brother Dave struggle with multiple bags and boxes in his arms. "Ashley, get the damn microphone!" he yelled as it fell to the ground.
"Feisty much? I recommend a nap before you all head out on the bandwagon.
Dave made a face, which I guessed was supposed to be a distasteful and hateful look. But unfortunately it turned into a disgruntled messed up face. I couldn't help myself and I bawled with laughter.
"What's so funny, little lady?" Brandon asked, smacking me upside the head. I always hated when he did that. If I was correct, I probably had a bruise the size of your mom's ass on the backside of my head.
"Aren't you lot supposed to be leaving soon?" I asked, kicking Brandon. This was like a little greeting of ours.
"Does soon mean...in days, tops?"
My eyebrow raised. They were some strange strange people. "Umm...no."
"No, Dave. I came over to tell you that we have to leave as soon as we can. At least that's what our manager said."
I could feel myself tear up. Don't ask me why I'm being so damn emotional all of a sudden, I hardly know why.
Then my eye started to twitch in a pathetic attempt not to cry. It didn't work out so well.
Dave was the first to notice. "Ashley? Are you- are you crying?" He asked, not believing a word he said. If I remember correctly, they have never seen me cry.
A look of concern washed over Brandon's facial features. "Yeah, Ashley, are you okay?" Brandon's hand reached out for my arm, but I pulled away quickly.
"No, I'm okay." and then I said the line that everyone should know well enough. "I just have something in my eye..."
Yeah, I bet they bought that as I dashed towards my bed room door. I flung it open like there was no tomorrow, and fell flat into my bed.
Why am I so fucking pathetic? I cursed myself.
The door opened which caused my head to bury farther into the pillow.
"Ashley...don't be sad. Okay?" Brandon pleaded. "I want you to be my friend when we go on tour." he smiled. He sounded almost like a four year old, begging for forgiveness when he did someone he wasn't supposed to.
"Please?"
His voice set me over the edge. The waterworks were on full blast, and the nozzle was broken. Brandon held me as I cried like it would be my last time crying.
"I don't want to be your friend anymore. I can't stand it anymore. and before you left, I just wanted to give you this." Brandon looked confused as I walked over to my dresser and fixed my tear-stained face. I think he thought I was giving him something. When all I did was walk back over to him and pressed my lips against his.
.restinresults.
I swore I felt him smile as he kissed back. But what do I know? My eyes were closed.