My head was swirling when I woke up on Crown the Empire’s bus. When the fuck did Holland of all people become a two faced bitch?

Was she playing a game or like seriously what the fuck?

I crawled off the back floor and walked to the front of the bus to find Dave and Benn.

“You’re safe to go to your bus.” Benn said.

“Huh?” I said.

“Holland went somewhere. She’s not on your bus.” Dave said.

“Ah okay. Thank you guys for last night!” I said and dragged myself to my bus.

As soon as I step foot in the bus the guys started yelling things at me.

“SHE’S GONE CRAZY!” “What the fuck happened to her?” “She was with Michael Bohn last night!” “It’s like she flipped a switch!” “The old Holland is back!” “We need to kick her out!”

Holy fuck.

“You fuckers should’ve kicked her out before I got back.” I said.

“She’s fucking crazy Alan.” Phil said.

“I got that, was she seriously with Michael I thought he had a girlfriend?”

“He doesn’t care apparently” Austin said in disgust.

“Oh funny…I just remembered something she told me last night, Austin did you and Holland sleep together after I slept with her?” All the guys stared at Austin waiting for the response. The look on his face was priceless.

“No…” he said uneasily. He was lying to my fucking face. Without another thought I punched him. Before I could do more damage Tino, Justin, and Aaron were pulling me away.

“Would you like to fucking correct yourself Carlile?” I spat.

“I…I didn’t know who she was until after I fucked her…” He said holding his jaw.

And as if on cue in walked Holland…great.

“Mm hello boys, arguing already?” She giggled.

“Holland you need to leave.” I said.

“I just came to put sun screen on then I’ll be gone.” She said.

“No, I mean go the fuck back to California leave.” I said.

“Ally cat, why? What did I do?” She pouted, dear fucking sake.

“Suddenly you’ve become a two faced bitch and band whore again. I’m not dealing with it. So go home Holland.”

“Why the fuck do you care what I do? Huh?”

“Oh I see, you think no one cares about you because of him.” I spat. The guys sat there waiting to see if they had to intervene.

“Guys aren’t material to date. I’d rather be a whore then be tied down. I was happier before.”

“No you were miserable before and you know it!”

“Alan stop!”

“No Holland, now leave!” I yelled.

“Stop fucking caring about me Alan, that’s your problem and you know it! You will never have me Ashby!”

I don’t know why I did it…but I grabbed her and forced her lips to mine. She kissed me back. I pulled away after what felt like forever.

“I fucking will always care about you and you know why!” I said and stormed to the back of the bus.

The feelings I bury for her are love. This is all an act; I don’t believe her for one bit. I’ve seen her do this once before.

“Alan.” She followed me, fuck.

“Leave me alone and go fuck somebody.” I spat with my back turned to her.

“Alan, please.” She touched my shoulder.

“No.” I said and moved from her gasp.

“Fine fucking listen then, I didn’t do anything. I didn’t sleep with anyone…I only did it to see if you still cared, about me…”

“Why would you do this to me Holly?” I now turned to face her.

“Because maybe I care about you too more then what you think.” She looked me dead in the eyes when she said it. Was this her way of fucking with me again until she found someone better?

Notes

Alan and Holland have very fucked up ways with each other...

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