Mo
Stella and I left the room but only to sit down on the couch in the living room where Wen was sitting too with his head in his hands. He seemed to be thinking because he didn't notice us coming. That's why he jumped as I started to talk to him. "She's crying." "Mo, you scared me!" He said but calmed himself and continued talking. "I know. But I don't know what to do. She wouldn't talk to me." Stella gave him a weak smile. She is becoming more sensitive lately. "You haven't tried." She nudged him and nodded to the door signaling him to go. Wen sighed deeply and stood up. "Wen, wait." I shouted after him which made him turn around. "Do you love her?" I asked softly and he smiled. "I do." He just said and walked into the girls' room. "Do you believe him?" Stella asked out of nowhere after it was silent for a while. I faced her and nodded. "Yes. Do you?" "Of course. Haven't you seen those two?" She said laughing.
Wen
I stood in front of the bathroom door and could hear her sobbing through the door as I knocked three times. "Who is there?" She asked. Her voice was already dry. "It's Wen. Could you open the door, please?" I begged. "I would like to be alone." I sighed at her stubbornness. "Olivia, please." But she didn't replied. "I don't leave. You have to come out sometime. We need to talk." It was quiet on the other side of the door so I sat down next to door and slid down the wall. I listened to her crying what made me depressive. "Olivia, please!" I couldn't stand it I hit my head against the wall when I had an idea. I took my phone and wrote an SMS. "Olivia, please listen to me." I said once more after I had pushed the send button. But it was still silent in the bathroom. No more crying or sobbing. Was that a good or bad sign? I hope she would read the text message.
"I have to tell you something very important. Can you please open that door for me? Please... I didn't mean to hurt you. I was surprised in a positive way. I want to tell you something."
I really wanted to see her reaction and I hoped she opens the door for me. Because I don't want her to be upset and I don't want to see her upset. And it's my fault. That's the biggest problem I have. Oh man. I am an idiot. What if I kicked in the door? Maybe I should do that. She won't open the door in the next hours, of that I'm sure. But what if she is sitting behind the door? Then I would hurt her. I don't want to hurt her again.
Charlie
I felt so sorry for Olivia. She is so fragile. I know Wen didn't mean to hurt her but he did. Even if I'm not mad at him he's still an idiot sometimes. The two of them are hopelessly complicated and hopelessly in love. But why does it have to be so complicated between them? They know they like each other but nothing happens and if somebody tries to... well, that's what happens. I know I'm not the cleverest at all but neither am I stupid.
"Wen. Go to bed. She won't open the door. She is too hurt." I said to Wen when I walked into the girl's room where he was sitting for at least one hour now. All of the others had given up and Stella and Wen, both, were about to kick in that door. We hadn't heard from Olivia the whole time. We don't know if she's alright, if she's asleep and if she is alive. Everything could happen in there and we don't see it. "I wait." Wen only said but was already half asleep. "You can sleep in a bed of the girls. They said it is fine if you do." He shook his hand. "No. I wait. She has to come out and then I'll talk to her." He was hopelessly in love with that girl. "Fine. But I'll bring you at least a blanket and a pillow."
I got him everything he needed and went to bed. It was almost midnight and everyone else was asleep too. Mo and Stella wanted to sleep on the big couch in the living room because maybe, just maybe Wen and Olivia clear things up and it would be awkward if they would lay there sleeping. Furthermore Mo's dad would freak out mentally, even if he doesn't show. I'm so glad he let her go on tour with us. Otherwise all of us hadn't gone. We had decided that as Mo was sick and couldn't come to practice. You have to know that our band works like this: One for all and all for one. That's all. Nothing else.
Wen
"Please." I repeated it over and over again with tears in my eyes while I slammed the back of my head against the wall behind me. After I almost drifted off to sleep for the tenth time, I heard the door move next to me. I thought I was dreaming as I saw Olivia stepping slowly out of the bathroom. She didn't seem to notice me staring at her – maybe she thought I was asleep – as she made her way over to the other side of the room. I stood up slowly and whispered softly. "Olivia." She stopped immediately but didn't turn around. Instead she lowered her head. "I'm sorry." I sighed. "Can you please look at me?" I took small steps toward her until I was standing behind her. She didn't move. "You don't have to say anything. Just look at me and listen." I begged as I touched her hand. She pulled it back abruptly and crossed her arms over her chest. But she turned around slowly and faced the ground. Guess that's all I'm going to get. "I have to tell you something that I should have said earlier..." I hesitated but continued with slightly sweaty hands. "I love you."