"Hey there cutie." Alan text-ed a girl who had given him her number at his last concert. She was a VIP and he was a, as she said, HOTTIE.

"Alan?" She text-ed back

"In the digital flesh and blood."

"LOL you're so funny." She sent him a selfie, "Like the T?" It was a shirt from his last stop on tour, Athens. He had played an outside concert because the weather was nice and because he was a celebrity and he did what he wanted.

"Adorable. As always. The shirt is nice too."

"LOL. Where are you headed now? I'm guessing you're on the road."

"You'd be guessing right. We're heading to New Orleans, I think."

"You think? It's your tour. You should know!"

"Sorrrrry. You sound like my ex right now. Baaad Memories. LOL"

"Oh. Sorry Alan but I have to go. Bye."

"Bye."

Alan tossed his phone next to him on the tour bus seat. He fought the urge to text Darcy on how much of an air-headed cheerleader that girl was but he would remember that they were no longer a thing so why should he text her? Why should he text her? With a sigh, he picked up his phone, Just a look on her Instagram. He thought, Just a quick look. Not even 5 seconds.... The only thing on her page were old posts. The last one posted on the day they broke up. An hour before he broke them up.

He read it over and over again.

        Never Love Anyone Who Treats You Like You're Ordinary.

                                                         -Oscar Wilde

He knew what he had to do.

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Lola was constantly on Reed's mind. He tried distracting himself by drinking or working on the band so much that his band mates were afraid that he'd drop down dead.

He hadn't heard from Darcy since that day she walked out on him calling him as ass. That was three weeks ago. Was this how Lola felt when he wouldn't call or text her back just because he didn't feel like talking to her?

Most indefinitely.

"Hey Darcy it's the leader of that band with a powderpuff name, the leader you called a complete ass, Reed. Can you please call me back, I want you to meet the band and they want to meet you. Anyway, um... Bye... Call me back!"

Reed opened up his laptop and minimized the document he had opened about ballad-type songs. He decided to read up on some of that for Darcy. opening Google, he typed in 'facebook'. He never went on, he detested it, but Lola made him make one. Reed scrolled down to a recent post that Lola had liked and clicked on her icon. Lola's profile popped up. No longer was there a picture of her and him, but a picture of her and Dervik!??!?!

"What the hell?" Reed yelled out loud, "Dervik was my best friend. I've known him forever. Why would they hook up?!?!" Reed angrily typed out a message to Dervik who was, by an unlucky or by any means lucky, online.

So how was Hawaii?

Nice. Nice. How's the band? Still surviving without me?

Reed bit his tongue and wrote out the response, The band's great. Just added a girl to it. She's way better at guitar than out last guy (i.e. you).

What do you want Reed? I know you wouldn't message me about some crappy vacation I took with my sister to my aunt and uncle's house on the big island.

Why did you steal my girlfriend?

Cutting straight to the chase, now that sounds like the asshole Reed I know. I didn't know she was your property.

Why Dervik?

Why did you kick me out of the band?!

You damn-well know why!

Oh really explain it then

You have Courtney as your girlfriend, why do you need Lola too?!

Courtney isn't my girlfriend! She's too stupid and is an ass.

Doesn't mean you can steal my girlfriend!

Chill. You sound like Gwen. She was against the idea too.

At least your sister has more common sense then you do, even after all that's happened she's still a babe and a great gal.

Don't you dare compare me to her or talk about her!

How would you like it if I dated your sister, Dervik?

I will kill you.

Good luck asshole.