Trust Me, Don't Let Go (Crown The Empire)

Chapter 19: Mitchel or Andy's

*Amber*

It was getting a little awkward in the bus, so I was sticking around with Brandon.

"I'm going to go get some Starbucks. Anybody want something?" Brent offered.

"Frappe, please," I answered, and Brandon nudged me.

"Two Frappes actually," he corrected.

"Anyone else?" Brent asked.

"A regular coffee," the rest of the guys said in a unison.

"Okay. I'll be back," he stated as he left the bus with a jacket. I was snuggling right next to Brandon, and I saw Andy wrap his arm around Bailey right after. I rolled my eyes, and he pulled her closer.

"Do you think the fans would be mad at Brandon?" Ben asked, and I shook my head.

"No," I answered, and everyone looked confused.

"Why not?" Bailey asked.

"I'll take the blame," I answered, and Brandon wrapped his arm around me.

"No. I'm not letting you do that," he stated, and I groaned.

"Then what are we going to say? We can't leave it blank before rumors might spread," I explained, and everyone agreed.

"Let's just say it was a stupid fight," Ben suggested, and I looked at him.

"Yeah. It wasn't confirmed yet, was it?" Brandon asked, and they shook their head.

"Then why did they attack me and Brandon?" I asked Andy, and he looked at Bailey.

"It's okay. We just say Andy was drunk," Dave added, and then I felt assured.

*Andy*

Her smile is killing me now, but I look at Bailey to see her smile. She gave me a peck on my cheek, but I still couldn't get over the jealousy Brandon put me in. Amber started dozing off under Brandon's arm, and she looked so peaceful. She was just so beautiful, and looking at her felt like I was in the Heaven's. I heard someone snapped their fingers, and it snapped me out of my thoughts. I looked around, and I saw Brandon's suspicious facial expression.

"Andy, can we talk outside?" he asked.

"Um, sure," I answered. He shook up Amber softly, and her eyes started to flicker open.

"I'm going to chill outside with Andy. Lay down in my bunk if you want," he told her, and she nodded as she rubbed her eyes. I followed Brandon outside, and I waited for him to start a conversation which I know it's about me staring at Amber. "Why are you staring at Amber like that?" he asked, and he sounded at little protective.

"Like what?" I asked, and he rolled his eyes. He gave me a smile, ear to ear, with squinting eyes. He then went back to his regular expression. "Oh, she just looked so peaceful," I answered.

"If you like her, just tell me. It looks like you're ready to rape her or something, dude, and it's scaring me," he warned, and I put my hands in my pockets.

"I don't like her, man," I softly answered, and he sighed.

"Oh good! I thought-"

"I love her," I interrupted, and he froze. He slowly started look to the ground, and he looked away.

"I understand, but you have Bailey," he pointed out, and I nodded.

"Bailey isn't the same, Brandon, and I think you're supposed to know," I mention, and he nodded.

"I didn't screw your relationship up, so I expect the same deal from you," he mumbled as he went back inside. I just took a deep breath, knowing he was right. I was the one who screw our relationship up, and I regret it to the core of my dying heart. I saw Amber laying down on the couch, and Brandon sat right beside her, giving me a glare before I looked away. I looked at Bailey with the screen reflecting on her eyes, and I sat down next to her.