He rubs the back of his neck. "Hey," he says quietly. I hear Sydney standing up behind me and walking to her room,or something. More footsteps follow hers. I allow him to step inside and I close the door. I turn,his back facing me. A breeze flows through the open windows,making the curtains flow,and entering the house which my band lives in. He has a box in his hand. He faces me. "Look,I'm sorry I didn't believe you a few years ago," How could he not know how long it's been? I counted every single day from that terrible evening. "Michael told me he lied after you left the café," He looks around,still holding that box. "He was still mad,I guess," He looks into my eyes and holds out the box. I look at it,but don't take it. "Here,tell me what you think," He smiles a little. "Em,I'm really sorry," I take the box and set it on the counter beside me. He wraps his arms around me. "Please forgive me." He pulls away a little,but is still embracing me. He pulls his hand to my face,his thumb moving up and down,lightly. I push him away. "What the hell is wrong with you?!? You think it's okay to come back to me and then try to....what? Make out with me?! It's been two fucking years,Ashton! I've moved on!" I shout. "Right. I'm sorry," He walks to the door,and touches the door handle. "Just give me buzz if you need anything." He says and leaves. I turn and find that he left the unopened box here. I pick it up and open it. A CD. "5 Seconds of Summer Sounds Good Feels Good Target Edition" It reads and has a picture of them on the front. I turn it over and read the song names. I put it back in the box and put the lid on top. I put the box down and collapse onto the floor,sobbing into my hands. Footsteps run to me. Hands on my head and my back. "It's okay." Phoebe's gentle voice whispers. "I-I told-d him I-I mov-ved o-on but I-I haven't-t." I wail.