[A/N]: I posted two chapters at once so make sure you guys read the one before this! Enjoy:)

Preforming has probably been the only thing that has kept me sane each day.

It has been one week since the beginning of The American Dream Tour, and it's been amazingly fun, sure, but there were rarely moments that Austin and I weren't at each others throats.
It's like we're siblings that have nothing better to do but pick on each other, and then could get pissed at the other for the smallest thing.

Like, when Austin didn't hold the door open for me...

**

We were walking out of the lobby, headed to our stage in Arizona. Austin was walking in front of me, his head down, looking at his phone that his thumbs were rapidly scrolling through. I was jumpy with excitement for this performance because they are always the best part of my day.

Austin's hand reaches out to push the door open and he effortlessly slides through the doorway. His hand lingers on the handle long enough that I think he's going to hold it, but also because it's just the nice thing people do. I don't think I have not or seen a person not hold the door for somebody behind them.

But then Austin pulls his hand away, letting the door swing back and whack me straight in the face. "Fuck!" I groan, stumbling back a bit. Luckily, Alan, who was behind me, held his hands out to steady me. I didn't even give myself time to thank him before I'm shoving through the door to get in Austin's face.

"What the hell? Thanks for holding the door for me," I say with angry sarcasm lurking in my voice. I could, and should, have easily let this go, but to miss out on a chance to yell at Austin? No way.

"I did, you just took too long," he retorts back, levels of sass high.

"Oh, right," I snort. "So just let it hit me in my face then."

"Maybe you should have paid more attention," his voice just pisses me off.

"Oh, so now it's my fault!" I raise my arms in disbelief.

"Well it's not all of my fault!" He snaps back.

"Why can't you just admit you fucked up and say sorry? Is it really that hard?!" I raise my eyebrows harshly at him.

"Because I didn't fuck up. Why can't you just get out of my fucking face?"

"Apologize and I will."

"Get out of my face and I will."

"No."

"Fine, then I'm not apologizing," he crosses his arms, leaning down to try and make me seem small.

"Ugh, you're such an ass!" I throw my arms in the air, letting them slap back down against my thighs. "Just fucking get over yourself!"

**

I think everyone is getting just as sick of us together as we are of each other. It gets to the point where they won't even let us into the same room.
It's all Austin's fault. He couldn't just stop being such a dick head.

Like on the beach..

**


"Haze! I'll race you to the water!" Alan cheers as we step onto the beach. Everyone woke up early today to go head down to the beach because soon we are going to be heading to places that are literally in negative degrees. But here in florida, it is still very nice out.

I grin and quickly strip off the oversized t-shirt that is covering my bathing suit, dropping it onto the sand with my towel. "1...2...3... Go!" Alan and I sprint down to the water, immediately jumping in and starting to splash each other while laughing.

Unfortunately for me, one of the splashes I make fly farther than Alan and hit Austin who is entering the water with Oli, a beer in his hand. "What the fuck!" He jumps back, nearly dropping his beer as he over dramatically freaks out.

"Oh, relax, it's not going to hurt you," I say with amusement, keeping my attention on Alan who was now swimming over to me.

"That doesn't mean you had to fucking splash it in my face," Austin squints back at me. Right now is another one of those times where both of us should have just let it go and apologize, but I think we've forgotten how to do that around each other. We just lose it when it comes to the other.

"You're in the ocean, for God's sake!" I raise my arms up and laugh. "Do you expect not to get wet?"

"That's not the point," Austin growls. "Stop being a bitch about it."

Austin knows how to push my buttons just as well as I know how to push his. And he knows that for some reason, I hate when he calls me a bitch. It's annoying, honestly.

"You're the one being a bitch about getting a little bit of water on you," I point out the obvious. Austin doesn't like that.

"Haze, come on," Alan interjects, standing up in front of me to stop Austin and I from seeing each other. "Let's just go."

"Yeah, go away, please," Austin mumbles and I quickly try to step past Alan, jabbing my pointer finger at Austin.

"Could you just shut up, please?!" I ask, exasperated as Alan pulls me away and starts pushing me away from Austin.

"You two fight like an old married couple... That hate each other," Alan shakes his head, speaking loud enough that Austin can hear and so I can't hear what Austin snaps back.

"You got that last part right," I grumble, crossing my arms.

***

God, I'm so over this! He's so annoying! Can't he just grow up? Honestly.

He even decided that he doesn't believe I have a boyfriend, like I made it up and told Alan to tell him that or something. It doesn't even make sense, but he's so full of himself that he thinks it's just another thing I'm doing to make him jealous.

Idiot.

***

We were setting up the stage for our performance, and yes, I convinced them to let me paint our props with the glow in the dark paint. It's fun because I just come up with random shit to draw and then write in fancy letters. It's cool.

"You are such an artist," Jason comes up, laughing at my work.

"Hush. You know it's good," I tease, not looking away from it because one: I'm in the middle of my masterpiece, and two: I know Austin is standing behind Jason. I can feel his eyes burn into us.

"Yes, it's beautiful. I might just have you come home with me to paint my walls and decorate my home," he jokes and I roll my eyes.

"Are you just asking me that because you're sad we have to switch roommates tomorrow? You'll miss me that much," I playfully flutter my eyelashes at him, watching as he chuckles and scratches at his beard.

"Yep, definitely. Maybe we should just get married so then we have an excuse to stay together," he jokes and I start to laugh, but then I freeze when I see Austin now standing next to the prop I was painting, his arms crossed.

"Married? Don't you have a boyfriend?" His voice was full of sarcasm and I debated taking the paint brush and chucking it at him. Why did he feel the need to come over here and start something? Probably because he knows I'll fight back. I don't like my buttons pushed.

"You can keep telling yourself that I don't have a boyfriend if it makes you feel better, but just know you sound like a stuck up dick that can't get over himself," I say to him, still looking at what I paint so he doesn't get the satisfaction of my attention.

But I can sense him standing up, now looking down at me. "What's his name then?" He growls.

"I don't have to tell you his name if I don't want to, it's none of your business," I snark, trying to get him to go away.

"Yeah? Fine. Where does he live?" He smirks, thinking that I can't come up with something on the dot. The thing is I don't have to.

"In a little town called Kiss My Ass," I mumble, shooting him a glare. "Now go away."

"Whatever. Bitch."

***

"Haaaaze," Alan shakes his hand in front of my face. "Are you with us?" He asks, laughing at me.

I realized I had just zoned out and sit up straight, looking around at everybody. "What? Yeah, I'm good," I say, confused to whats going on when I notice that only a few of us remain in the lobby of our hotel.

I do remember that we were all picking new roommates, but my name wasn't called so I zoned out. I guess everyone already left to be with their new roommate besides a handful of us that still needed to be called.

I wish I could just stay with Jason, he's a really cool guy and we've grown to like each other a lot in this week we've spent together.

"I just picked your name, Hazel," Oli informed me. "Now it's time to see who yer with!"

I nodded and sat up, looking at him impatiently, noticing as him and Alan give each other a look before he puts his hand in the hat. My face scrunches in confusion when I notice their little mental conversation and I grow curious about it. But then Oli speaks.

"Uhm," he clears his throat. "You're new roommate for the week is the one and only... uh..." he stutters, looking at Alan again. I catch Alan giving him a small nod before he finishes. "...Austin Carlile," he spits out the last part, his voice bland and his face pale.

But my face grows red and my jaw drops.

What did he just say?

Notes

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I really hope you guys liked these two chapters because I'm not so sure about them myself.

But what do you think will happen? Hazel rooming with Austin? What's with Alan and Oli? Maybe this will lead to the bigger.. biggest fight?;)

Let me know what you guys thnk! I love you all! You are so awesome x100000