**Matty's P.O.V**
"Matty, finally where the hell were you," Ross shouted at me in relief,
"I just wanted to get some air," I replied casually,
"For 3 and a half hours?, mate come on, you can't keep doing this," he started to plead with me, I stayed silent,
"What happened, speak to us," he looked helpless,
"I don't know what you mean," I said knowing exactly what he meant,
"Yea you do, you can't keep breaking down and running off, like this,"
"Don't try lecture me Ross," I said shortly,
"We're trying to help you," he says quietly,
"I don't want your help, not tonight," I spin around a walk back to the tour bus, I knew he was right, but I didn't want to admit it, not now anyway.
I jumped into my bed, my head was still spinning from tobacco and wine, and a felt dizzy. I pulled my laptop onto my lap, the light of the bright screen blinded me for a moment and I squinted my eyes, i began to type,
'Ashley.....' Shit I didn't know her last name, closed my eyes and tried to remember, her face jumped into my mind, she was beautiful there was no doubt about it, she had big hazel eyes and a smile that made my heart flutter, she was interesting to talk to and most of all she listened, she didn't interrupt, she just listened which most people don't do these days. I was think about her when something jumped into my head, 'Crocodile Rock Cafe'. I typed..
'Ashley Crocodile Rock Cafe' and I clicked on their website, it read..
Ashley Frangipane is an independent songwriter/singer from New Jersey, she has been playing at the cafe for 6 months and is one of the most highly applauded and appreciate performers to have ever been a member of the cafes community, she plays Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday nights between 7.00pm-9.30pm, she is 19 years old and is looking to apply to art schools for further education. Ashley has been writing music since she was 14 years old after learning to play the guitar at 12 years old. Her contact number and details are below:
Ashleynicolette@hotmail.com
01866 78965
I read the paragraph about her over and over again, then looked up on google maps where the cafe was, it wasn't far from New York maybe 45 minuet drive, i then looked at the contact details below, I was about to call her, but hesitated, I put down my phone and log on to Twitter where I typed in her name, after scrolling down the column a found her, her profile picture was a kinda side profile and she was clearly smiling at something that wasn't in the picture, I scrolled down and looked at her account, I quickly checked if she was following me, and smiled when I saw my name, I followed her then I shut down my laptop and turned off my phone, I lay on my back and looked up and the wall above me trying to wonder why I was thinking about her so much.
I woke up the next morning which a splitting headache, and groaned all the way down the tour bus to the so called sitting room which was really just a small area with a table and a few chairs, Adam, Ross and George were all there,
"Morning Sunshine," Adam grinned,
I smirked at him, "Jesus something stinks in here," I exclaimed,
"That something is you," George laughed,
"Oh fuck off," I say making my way to the toaster.
I wander around all morning doing nothing, wondering whether or not to call Ashley or not, I'm standing in a park in the middle of no where when I decide to do it, I type the number into my phone, it rings for a while before some picks up,
"Hey who is it," a male American accent, I get a shock,
"Oh hey sorry this is probably a wrong number, but do you happen to know Ashley Frangipane?" I ask immediately wishing I hadn't,
"Um yea I'm her boyfriend, I mean her manager," he says,
I sigh, "oh your the boyfriend,"
I hear a girls voice in the back ground "Peder who is it," she says,
"Um I dunno," he replies "Some British dude,"
"Can I have the phone," the voice becomes louder as she comes closer,
"Wait who is this," the mans voice becomes louder,
"Oh it doesn't matter," I sigh again about to hang up the phone,
"No seriously who is this," he's nearly shouting down the phone which makes me jump,
"Just tell your girl, it's Matty and tell her thanks," I hang up the phone, and slump down on a bench near by, what the fuck is wrong with me, why am I so upset, it's not like I lost her, we talked once, I never feel this way about someone, is it possible to miss someone you never had.
