"Wasn't even on planning on it," Michael says to me. We walked into the dark closet and got comfortable.
"More like seven minutes of hell," I mumble to myself.
"Heard that," Michael says.
"I'm sure you did," I spit back.
"We are in a small space."
"I'm well aware of that," Michael says back to me.
"How long has it been?" I ask.
"It's been like one second Adelaide!" He yells back at me.
"So what did you do with Ashton?" He asks.
"Just talked about the band, got to know him better," I reply.
"Why can't we do that?" He questions.
"Because I know who you are. I didn't meet you off of Facebook," I say.
"But you don't know a lot of stuff about me," he says.
"I know you probably lied about having a brother, you have parents, you aren't good at math, you sing and play the guitar, and you have the same music taste as me," I reply.
"Isn't that enough?"
"No, it's not. You don't know what I like-"
"I know you like music," I say cutting him off.
"I know that I want to slap you right now," he says.
"I'm leaving," I say getting out of my spot. I open the door exposing my eyes to the bright light.
"Hey, you guys have five minutes left!" Calum yells as I run up the stairs. I go into the bathroom locking the door shut. I try to hold back the tears but some of them start to spill out of my eyes.
'Why does he have to be such a bitch to me?' I ask myself.
'I'm done being nice to him, maybe I should just give him the silent treatment,' I say in my thoughts.