My Understandings

I lounge across the table and tackle Andy to the ground. The smirk never left his face. right when I was getting ready to punch him in the face, two arms lift me up. It was Kyle and Miley.
“Let me go! Let me punch that fucker!” Andy got up from the ground.
“Oh, I’m the fucker!” he yells. David and Max hold him back. I make an attempt to reach for him, but the arms hold me tighter.
“WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?” I yell.
“Ellie.” barks Miley. “Calm down.” I take a deep breath and the arms release me. they let go of Andy and he looks at me.
“Bitch.” He spats. I tackle him again, landing on his stomach. I grabbed the collar of his shirt. Our bands were yelling at me to stop, but I didn’t. I took his head and slammed it on the coffee table. Andy gets some sort of strength and pushes me back until I collapse on the ground. He pins my arms on either side of me. I struggle under his grip as he takes his hand back to punch me. I kick him in the stomach, making him fall. When I land on his stomach, he grips my wrist and squeezes them tight. I wince in pain as his grip tightens.
“Let her go!” they yell. I spit in his face and when he lets go of my wrist, I punch him in the face.
“Ellie!” Andy glares at me and then he punches me in the nose.
“YOU ASSHOLE!” we both yell. Our door barges open and people start flooding in, several arms are pulling us apart.
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I clench my fists over and over again, hitting the top of my bunk. It’s been two days since Andy and I fought. And what did I do? nothing. Like a coward, I walked away and shut myself off from the world. I even have a white tape thingy over the bridge of my nose. At our next venue, yesterday, I avoided Austin and Alan, rocked a performance, did a meet and great and got to see my old friend Maisie. A.k.a, sunglasses Maisie. Ever since she gave me those sunglasses, I had to be her friend. I took her to the V.I.P room yesterday and I got her number. I opened up to her pretty quick as she did to me and I even told her about Andy.
Maisie: maybe he’s flirting? Some guys just like to get under a girl’s skin. Nothing to worry bout hun. But, it was weird that he punched you in the face.
Ellie: ;) you’re too sweet
I haven’t talked to any of the WCAR guys, because we’ve been busy with a set list for our album. We had to make a demo and get it mailed out to Rise Records at our next venue. I groaned and tried to sleep again.
“Miley?” I ask in a whisper tone.
“What Ellie?” she asked, face forward in her pillow. Her voice was very calm.
“Are you awake?” Really, are you awake? I shook my head.
“No Ellie.” She replied.
“Kyle!” I hissed, he slept below me, across from Miley.
“Yes?” he asked in the same calm voice.
“Are you asleep?” I asked, hoping he would fall for the trick and say no.
“Yes Ellie.” I groaned and jumped from my bunk, landing softly on my feet with a thud. I had on nothing but red lace underwear and one of Kellin’s Anthem Made tank top. I walked towards the kitchen to get a snack when I heard voices coming from the guys’ bunk.
“Dude, if her brother finds you, he will murder you!” it sounded like Max’s voice.
“I know. I didn’t mean to make her-wait, brother?”
Andy.
My eyes turned into a dark glare. I closed the door to hear well.
“Yeah, David Schmitt.”
“Ah, fuck!” Andy hisses.
“Why’d you make her mad in the first place?” Lou asked. Finally, the answer I’ve been looking for is getting ready to be answered.
“Just drop it.” My heart itself dropped. Why is it so hard to admit to something! I hear shuffles as I turned my attention back to the countless snacks in front of me that would later be purged back into the toilet. I bent over to see way back on the shelf when a gasp scared me.
“HOLY ASS!!!”
I turned around to find Andy staring at me with his mouth parted, eyes wide, body frozen. I drop the jar of pickles in my hand and stared back at him. The jar landed with a crash, spilling glass and pickle juice everywhere. I stood frozen where I was, my hands are still shaped as if they were holding the jar.
“I-uh-you-”
“If you were going to flaunt your ass in the air, you could’ve wore something decent.” That stung. I opened my mouth to speak, to yell, to punch him again for that matter, but nothing came out.
“You-that-I-” I felt a tear roll down my cheek. Was I crying? Why? It’s not like he means anything to me. “You know what?” I tried to make my escape.
Key word.
Tried.
I slipped on the pickle juice and fell on my ass, sending shards of glass in my thighs and legs. I cried out in pain.
“Oh my God! Are you-” I cut him off. The blood is now mixing in with the pickle juice and it is now a pretty sight.
“Save it!” I snapped. “Stop pretending you care.” I got up and walked to the bathroom and slammed the door.
I reached for the medicine cabinet to get a pair of tweezers. The coldness of the metal reminded me of a razor, sharp, pointy, glass. Glass, you have glass in your body Ellie. I spent the next hour plucking pieces of glass out of my thigh and legs. It hurt so badly, but once I was glass free, I had to put alcohol on the cut. I dumped the bottle in a basin and stuck my legs in it. It burned! But it was better than having cut up legs. So for the next couple weeks, I would have to wear pants. I just want to know why Andy is such a bitch to me. I have a reason, he doesn’t. but why couldn’t I yelled at him with a comeback? Why run to my room to cry? Okay, enough of the sappy talk, lets fast forward a couple days, we’re on our way to New Mexico, this is when Kyle came up with the stupid idea.
-3 days later-
Kyle slammed a box down on the table. It was our usual mornings. Miley would go in the back to Skype Oli. Andy and I would give each other death glares, Ryan and Lou would go in the back to get high. Eric and Max were drumming on everything and Josh and David was channel surfing.
“Everyone in the front!” Kyle yelled. At first no one came, but after a few minutes, the zombies came from their headquarters. Miley and the guys all gathered around Kyle to hear what he had to say.
“Okay, here’s a way to get to know each other, without killing each other.” He motioned towards Ryan, Andy, and I. I huffed in response. “Ellie and your band will pick from this hat. In this hat has a piece of paper with a name. In this box-” he shook the box. “Is a pair of handcuffs. Whoever name you pick, is the person you have to be handcuffed to until we reach the venue.” We all nodded and split up.
“But there’s ten of us.” Miley pointed out.
“Then those two names left will be paired together. Or maybe if the first pair wants to switch. Speaking of first pair,” he held the hat towards Max. “Pick a name.” Max stuck his huge hand in the hat, before pulling out a piece of notebook paper with sharpie scribbling on it.
“Lou.” He said. Kyle got out a pair of handcuffs and cuffed the two together who flopped on the couch, elbowing each other in the face.
“Cute. Ryan.” He held the hat towards Ryan. I hope he gets Andy, it would be so funny to watch the two of them-
“Eric.” My heart dropped. That mean either Miley gets Andy or I will. I don’t want Andy, but I sure as hell don’t want to herbhave Andy either.
Wait.
Why do I care?
He hand cuffed the two and passed the hat around.
“Miley.” She stuck her tiny hand into the hat and pulled out a piece of paper.
“David.” Phew. That means Andy, Josh or Kyle. The click of the handcuffs indicated that it was my turn. Nervously I stuck my hand into the hat, which felt sweaty, and pulled out a name.
Four letters.
One name.
Fuck my life.
I felt the click of the handcuffs, indicating that for the next twnty-four hours, I’m, stuck with him.
Fuck you Kyle.
What did my piece of paper read?
“Andy.”

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