“Can you just talk to me rationally for one second?”
She was too busy moving around the hotel room to say anything back to him, but she did have time to shoot him a glare as she took a pile of clothes and shoved them into her bag while huffing and puffing.
“Please, just come on.” He made his way over to touch her arm and she quickly tore it away, pointing a finger at him angrily.
“You! You were the one that fucking told me to come here, Alex! We spent all last week oohing and ahhing about how much fun it would be for me to be with you on tour, so here I am…and where are you? Because I think we maybe had two dinners together, one of which was with your entire tour crew, and then we went for that walk after your show. That is it. I paused my entire life for you and you don’t even give a shit. I don’t think I ask for much, do I? Because I don’t really think wanting the guy I'm seeing to pay attention to me is too much to ask for.”
She continued moving around the room in a daze, finally grabbing her shoes to shove them at the top of the suitcase.
“Will you just stop for one fucking second? I know it’s been a lot busier than expected but I will make it up to you, we’ll go out tonight. How about that? Just you and me, no one else, I’ll get something together and — “
“No, Alex! You see, that’s just it with you. You think that your stupid smile and calm attitude is just going to make everything okay but I’m not falling for it. You just want someone to come back to bed to after you’re done doing your stupid musician shit and I am not going to be that. I am worth so much more than that.”
Now he was started to get frustrated because it wasn’t like that at all. Sure, he could admit he hadn’t been as available as she would have liked and there was the fact that he knew the distance had been hard for her so he should have been more willing to ease her worries when she came around, but this is how he tended to operate. Music first, everything else second, no exceptions. That’s all he knew how to do and when someone threatened to try and sneak into first place his frustration came out and he didn’t know how to deal with such a notion. He was able to pen down the way he felt while in love on paper, but sometimes it was a struggle to showcase all that in words.
“Okay, I’m sorry. Look, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize I had all this press shit to do, and then we had everything with the pre-show meet and greets that people were confused with, and —“
“NO, no! It’s always excuses for you, like your job is more important than mine. It’s not. It might be a lot shinier but your life is no better or more important than mine.”
Now he was getting angry, being misunderstood and seeing his words warped in such a negative way tended to do that.
“I never said that, I just wanted to show you the kind of shit that’s been going on with me that's made you feel like this.“
“Right, because everything revolves around Alex Milligan and his busy schedule.”
“That’s pretty fucking ridiculous to say, considering all the times I came out to see you on days off and how things were shifted around and how I did that all with ease because I fucking wanted to.”
The height of her frustration was felt when she grabbed one of her shoes and turned around, whipping it across the room directly to his head where it hit his forehead.
“What the FUCK?”
He rubbed his head, and all she could do was shake her head angrily as she finished zipping up her bag and started to make her way out.
“You need to get your fucking priorities together before you get with someone else and play around with them like you did to me. You, Alex Milligan, are a selfish asshole who doesn't know how to put ANYONE before himself. GOOD. BYE."