"I don't know how much longer we can keep on living like this." Andrea said, tears glistening in her eyes.
"Baby, I'm sorry. You know I love you, and if I could, I would cancel this tour if I could." Ryan said, hugging Andrea closely.
"I know, but I'm tired of you always leaving just as we start getting closer. If we're going to get married, when are we supposed to plan our wedding?" Andrea cried.
"Darling, I'll call you every night. You know I always do." Ryan said, kissing Andrea softly.
"It's not the same though! I want you here with me!" Andrea sobbed into the couch.
"I know, but it's the best I could do! What else do you want me to do?!" Ryan cried out. "You knew that this would happen! You knew that I would always be off on tour with the guys and now you're complaining about it?!"
Ryan stopped and looked down at Andrea sobbing on the couch. He knew he couldn't take this anymore, so he grabbed his key and wallet, and left, going to anywhere but this hell whole.
"Ryan, what's the matter man?"
Spencer asked as he opened the door.
Ryan looked up with his puffy red eyes.
"I screwed up."
"Again?" Spencer asked, moving out of the doorway to let Ryan in.
"Yes."
"Sit. Speak."
"Well, it started when I told her we have tour again"
"And then he said that I knew this was going to happen and then he kept going on and on about how I'm complaining about it!!" Andrea sobbed into her friends' shoulder.
"You know he loves you, and he's just stressing right now about the band and everything else right now. He just needs a little time off on his own to think."
"Bullshit!! He had a lot of time to himself on the last tour, Clara!! He doesn't need anymore!! He needs to spend time with me!!"
At these words, Clara got really pissed.
"He loves you. I know it. You can see it in his eyes every time he talks about you or looks at you! Everyone could see! You know he would do anything to spend time with you, but he needs to work! He needs to go out and be a part of Panic! because that's what he was before he met you!"
Andrea gasped, and slapped Clara.
"How dare you say that!"
"Too bad I just did! You need to stop being such a stuck up whore that think everyone adores you. I don't even think you ever loved Ryan in the first place! You're just a stupid gold-digging bitch that wants him for his money! Quit being greedy and open your fucking eyes!!" Clara stormed out, leaving Andrea stunned on the couch.
"I know you're right. She is just using me, but I can't just dump her."
"Dude, I know you truly love her, but you need to find someone who will love you for who you are, not for what you do, what you look like, or how much money you have in the bank." Spencer said.
Ryan sat and thought this over for a bit, biting his bottom lip. He silently made a decision, and got up and left, leaving Spencer wondering what he was up to do.
"I don't love you." A voice came from the doorway. Andrea looked up and saw Ryan's silhouette.
"I never loved you either." She hissed back, knowing that this was the end of what she thought was going to be a great life. All her dreams of having everything she ever wanted went down the drain.
"I'll go get my stuff." She glared at Ryan as she walked past him.
Ryan followed her from room to room, making sure that everything that was his stayed and everything of hers went.
Finally, everything was in her crappy car, and she walked out the door.
Golden.
"I'm glad Spencer pulled me back to my senses." He called out to her before her door slammed, the window shattering everywhere.
"Fuck." She muttered, glaring at Ryan as if it was his fault.
"And so shatters the window along with the dream of being a wealthy groupie."
"I'm glad Spencer pulled me back to my senses." He called out to her before her door slammed, the window shattering everywhere.
"Fuck." She muttered, glaring at Ryan as if it was his fault.
"And so shatters the window along with the dream of being a wealthy groupie."
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[[Ryan Ross]]Where's Your Heart?[[One-Shot]]
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