Point Of View 2 [*Do not read until you've read the same chapter of ATW]

Chapter 33 Let Me Back In

*Trisha*

"Maybe we shouldn't keep doing this." Nate says as I lay in bed with him.

"Why?"

"I feel like I'm cheating on Julia."

"But you're not. The whole time she was on tour with you, she reminded you how you weren't together. Then, the night before she leaves, she tells you she forgives you and wants to marry you?? Nate, that girl doesn't know what she wants."

"Yeah, still.."

"Still nothing. Didn't Paul just tell you today he caught her and James kissing when he went to the Avalon to see her? She doesn't know whether she's coming or going, that one. Maybe you can have a serious discussion with her once you are together and she's of sound mind. But she doesn't make any sense right now." He knows I'm right. One minute, Julia wants to be with Nate. The next, she's breaking up with him. It's this constant thing lately.

"Nate, you're overthinking things. You will drive yourself crazy. You never cared about this shit before..."

"Things are different now, Trish." He sighs. "I'm in love with her."

I push off him and lay on my back. "Yeah, we all know...." I huff.

"What??" Nate turns to his side, propping his head up and stares at me. He really doesn't get it, does he?

"Nothing. Nevermind." I shake my head. He really doesn't get it, does it?

"No..... talk Banks."

"Nate.. you guys just aren't compatible. I don't know how neither of you see this. Everyone else does. You fight constantly. You break up constantly. You make up constantly. It's such a toxic relationship."

"Oh please, like you and DAVE weren't toxic together?" Nate blurts out. "Sorry."

He's not seriously comparing their relationship with what I went through with Dave Brennan, is he? I can't believe he would even bring that up right now and awful memories I've been trying to suppress creep back in.

"That was a mistake. All of it." I croak out and turn away from Nate.

"I'm sorry." He apologizes again and lays up against my body, spooning me. "I didn't mean to bring him up."

"You guys still aren't good together." I repeat. "One day you're gonna realize that, Playboy." I close my eyes, beginning to drift off to sleep before saying one last thing under my breath -

 "I can make you happy."

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*James*

For the first time in a long time, I wake up stress-free.  Me and my sisters all fell asleep in the den while watching a movie last night. I conked out on the recliner and didn't budge all night. And when I wake up to the smell of bacon and eggs, my stomach growls. I look over to see Jennie still sleeping. She's always the last to wake up.  This means Gwen and the dog are downstairs making breakfast. Glad I'm wearing sweatpants, I'm able to use the bathroom without asking for help and then I make my way downstairs.

"Morning." I say through my yawn.

"Nice hair." Gwen points at my messy hair with the spatula and turns back to flipping pancakes and scrambling eggs.

"You too. Rats nest." I tease, though her hair is in a ponytail and perfectly fine. It's long and dark like Julia's, but Gwen has bangs.

"Maggie is out in the backyard."

"Thanks." I head to the coffeepot and then stall for a minute. I absolutely HATE asking for help. When I'm with our little village... Trisha and the gang, they just automatically know what I can and can't do. A cup of coffee would be set in front of me without hesitation. I'm kinda missing my crew right now, as dysfunctional as they all are. "Um... Could you help me with this?" I point to the coffee.