( 𝗗𝗜𝗦𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗨𝗘𝗗. )
𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡, they're both hopelessly
in love. . . but only one of them
realizes it. but when the other one
realizes it, it's already too late.
— i know nobody really reads this shitty book anymore, but i hope you know i appreciate you guys who stick with this book along with the long n crazy journey. thank you.
— and also, sorry if this chapter sucks, i really don't know what the hell to do with this book anymore. i also had a bad day lol so this may be short. i'm sorry. :(
— p.s., to make up for the lack of good writing nowachapters, this chapter is finally a steamy one. you're welcome. (;
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Asteria's POV.
i sigh as i look at my surroundings. it was currently three days after we left mobile, alabama. we were in lafayette, louisiana.
the boys were constantly drinking like fish, but i definitely wasn't surprised. i could drink like a shark too, but i wasn't feeling up to drinking that much at the moment.
the only somewhat sober ones, were me and tommy. it was weird that tommy wasn't really drinking since we all just got done with a successful show. usually tommy would be near passing out by now, but he's been acting off lately.
for example, he's been dropping... hints. well, apparently to nikki and mick they're hints, but to me, it just seems like tommy's just plain out flirting. i know i'm already falling for him, but tommy will definitely never fall for me; i mean, who would? i have too much baggage. way too much.
i snap out of it, when i saw mick wave a hand in front of my face, making me realize i was staring intently at the waxed wooden bar booth table as i completely zoned out.
i looked over at mick with a sheepish smile. he raised an eyebrow at me. "you okay, sweetheart?" he asked me, and i force a soft smile, trying to get all the negative self-doubting thoughts out of my head, even though they were constantly there. i nod.
for what seemed like the millionth time that night, i observed what was going on around me; axl seemed really exhausted, so he was drinking some nice wine. he wasn't drinking too much, but he wasn't drinking too little, if you know what i mean. slash was talking guitar logic with izzy and mick. tommy and steven were talking about drugs (i think?), nikki and vince were just talking bullshit, and everyone else including me was just doing their own thing and basically just keeping to themselves.
this went on for about another half hour, before i decided to go back to the bus and sleep off my boredness. i sleep whenever i can these days. i decided that i could write in my diary or read something while i'm at it; i haven't written or read in what seemed like forever.
