"I don't do band members!"

After driving around aimlessly for some time, my stomach hurts so much I'm afraid I might get sick. I haven't cried a tear yet because I haven't broken down yet but I can feel it coming.

I park my car on the side of the road and get out to try and breath properly and stop myself from regorging my guts.

I start walking along the road that leads up to a bridge that crosses a few train tracks. I walk to the middle of the bridge and sit down my feet dangling over the edge. I look at my shoes, Tony bought me these last week. I get up and pull them off and throw them down towards the trains. Then I remember that I'm wearing his stupid key street jumper and rip it off me and it flies behind to the bottom.

I sit back down and press my hot face to one of the cold concrete pillars and a strangled sob escapes my throat.

Then I take out my phone and type Tyler's number, if I ever needed a therapist it's now! He picks up after a couple of rings. "Hello?"

"Look Tyler it's me, Gi. I- I'm falling apart, I just broke up with Tony and.." I take a deep breath.

"Hey Gi, sorry but I can't talk to you right now, how about you call me this afternoon, say around three?" He interrupts, his voice sounding calm and professionally happy but uninterested which makes me mad.

"You know what? THANKS FOR NOTHING! I would have needed you now! But I will try and schedule my disasters according to your appointments the next time! FUCK YOU! DR CARTER" with that I end the call not giving him time for a witty comeback.

I look down at my bare feet and shiver slightly because there is a cool breeze up here and I'm only wearing a shirt right now. Fuck!

My phone buzzes in my pocket and when I pull it out I see Alex's contact. I'm really not in the mood but I accept the call.

"Hey Gi," he sounds pretty relaxed and happy from the other end. "I wanted to thank you for looking after me yesterday, I can't really remember much and I'm glad you brought me home. And guess what?"

He actually makes a pause for me to respond so I mumble. "Dunno, what?"

"I have talked with Lisa and apologised and she wants to give me another chance." He continues, I shake my head and huff, she should know better, once a cheater always a cheater, but I keep my mouth shut.

There is a pause and I can feel Alex's tension. "What?" I snap.

"She made one condition though. I am never to see or talk to you again. I'm sorry Gi-Gi, you know this hurts me too, but..."

I sigh deeply. "No, it's alright I get it. So this is our final goodbye then, I guess?" I press my hand to my mouth to make no sound that would reveal my true emotions.

"Yeah, I guess it is. Bye Gi-Gi. I'm sorry." His voice is deep and warm and makes me want to cry so much but I manage to reply.

"Bye Alex, I'm sorry, too." And press the red button. Then I stare at the screen for a good ten minutes until I can bring myself to delete his contact. Done.

Could this day get any worse? I don't know how long I have been sitting here, I don't really feel cold anymore only numb when my phone rings again. I roll my eyes and look at the caller ID, it's René. One of the human resources managers from Warped. What does he want? I take the call and say hello.

"Uhm, Hi Gi, I'm calling to inform you, you know we have to start on the planning for the new tour and as you are not yet fully recovered we had to replace you in order to get the work done." I can only utter a sarcastic laugh, yes, turns out this day could get worse!

There is a slight irritation on his side due to my reaction but then he manages to respond.

"Yeah, I'm glad you take this news lightheartedly, look we are aware of the good work you have been doing for us the past years and we would like to show our gratitude by issuing quite a remarkable bonus to you. The cheque will come in the mail, so... uhm.. I think I will have to go now, you know there is a lot of work ahead of us. So, all the best to you and for your future, Gi. Bye."

Hah! This is like a scene from a movie where the main character goes from top of the world to complete shit during the course of the film. I thought this doesn't happen in real life. Guess it does. It took me only one day!

I look at my phone and then I delete his contact as well. There goes my job. Whack.
While we're at it, why not delete Tyler the useless therapist?. Bam. Feels good.
And Tony, the shitty boyfriend. Cheater cheater. Whoosh. Gone.

Who else?

Of course the rest of PTV because how could I be together with them after this? No way. So.
Jaime. Srrrm. Gone.
Vic. Bam. Gone.
Mike. Oh Mikey! Smash. Gone.

And ATL. Same thing here. No more talking or seeing.
Zack. Boom. Gone.
Rian. Bang. Gone.
And Jack, oh Jacky Bear. Zip. Gone. Sucked out of my life. Erased from the memory of my phone.

Fuck. The tears fall onto the screen and I am unable to see the next names any longer.
Cass. Matt....
You know what? I get up and reach back as far as I can then I hurl the shitty phone over the bridge. Fuck you all! I'm done!

I sit down and now the sobs rack my body, I cry so hard that I can't breathe and start to cough and choke and snort. Then I have to laugh hysterically again.
I must look like a miserable, pathetic mess but gladly there are no people around to see me like that and be disturbed by my meltdown.

If I wouldn't be such a coward I'd jump off the bridge but I'm too afraid I might not die and end up in hospital in a coma the way I was. I never want to have to experience that again.
I contemplate other ways to surely but preferably painlessly die when I notice somebody approaching me from the side.

I look over and the first thing I see are a pair of skinny jeans, ripped at the knees and bare feet. Nice feet. Thin lines of tattoos reach out from under the seams of his pants and nip at his ankles.

The person sits down beside me. I can see his hands. Nice hands. And there as well, the long sleeves he is wearing hide almost the fact that there are tattoos underneath. No colours though only black lines.

I look further up and see his face. He watches me with greenish eyes peeking out under his bangs. His wavy hair is a golden brown with blonde tips probably from being out in the sun and surf a lot. He has a few freckles on his nose and cheeks and a contagious smile. "Had a rough day?" He asks and his voice is smooth and warm. "Want to tell me about it?"

I have to snort but in fact I am glad there is another human being, another beating heart beside me, that maybe keeps me from turning insane. "Do you really want to hear it? Do you have time? I must warn you, it's a lengthy list." He just nods eagerly his grin spreading.

"Okay, today was one of my best days so far, I mean I have been kidnapped before, shot also, I was in a coma for a while, but today tops it all. Today I managed to loose my boyfriend, my ex-boyfriend/best friend, all of their friends, my therapist, my dog, my job, my house, my shoes, my hoodie, my phone and I guess before the day is over, my mind." I have to stop to get some air. I turn to look at him and see his jaw slack and his brows furrowed and his eyes fixed on mine.

"And I always thought really attractive people wouldn't have to deal with problems like this." He replies.

I have to laugh although I don't feel like it. "That proves that I'm not really attractive!"

"Oh no," he says almost shocked by my conclusion and places his hand lightly on my shoulder. "That proves that I am wrong and that really attractive people have it even worse." I have to laugh again. Hey this guy is really nice.

"So what are you going to do?" He seems genuinely interested so I decide to be honest with him.

"Just before you came I was contemplating ways to kill myself other than jumping off the bridge because I am a coward." I shrug.

"WHAT? Are you for real?" He takes my hand in his. "No, please, don't. You are not a coward. You must be so strong with all the things you went through. Please don't give up." He pats my hand once more then places it back on my thighs.

We sit side by side for a moment our shoulders touching our feet dangling in the air. He looks at me from the side. "My name is Louis by the way."

I smile and stretch out my hand. "Hi, pleased to meet you Louis! my name's Gi." I shake his hand. "And thank you for listening to me, I appreciate it."

"You're welcome. Hey I know it might seem weird but I'm looking for a new roommate and you mentioned loosing your house, so... would you be interested?" He looks at me like a little boy in a candy shop and I have to smile again.

"You don't even know me, I could be some mental person, in fact I more or less am. I could kill you and bury you in your own backyard."

He smiles back pretending to think about it then throws an arm around my shoulders. "Mhm nah! I trust you."

He gets up and holds out his hand to pulls me up with him but I hesitate. "I have one more question though. Are you a musician? Do you play in a band?" I ask internally praying for the right answer.

He looks at me confused. "Uhm, I like music but no I don't play in a band, I work at a record store but only to save money for college. I want to become a veterinarian. Is that a bad thing?"

I grab his hand and shake my head smiling. "No, no. This is a good thing. You need to know I have this life-motto. 'I don't do band members."

Notes

Sooooo, look guys I am sorry, this is probably not what you wanted to happen and I also had wished for a different turn but I needed to end the story and this practically wrote itself. Maybe because I feel a bit down.

Gi being with either of them just didn't feel right any more. The new boy isn't based on anyone in particular but I thought of Christopher Drew a lot while writing, so maybe, yeah.