Crap Crap Crap Compleet and total crap so very sorry about this swear the next one will be better shout out to for pin pointing the CM reference so very sorry.

Mo

Charlie sighed and dropped his phone on the table. I hit his foot (which was propped up on the booth in between me and the wall.)

"What's up?" He looked at me and huffed.

"Honestly Victoria is angry at me for unknown reasons," I rolled my eyes 'unknown' I mentally scoffed "Wen is off being all gaa-gaa with Olivia" I started to tell him that she needed him but he just raised his voice slightly and talked over me. "And both Scott and Stella are M.I.A. So basically you and I are the only band mates coming to the band meeting."

I had called the meeting earlier that day to sort out some Issues before tomorrow. The funeral was going to be hard, the paparazzi was going to find out the truth, the media was going to have a field day and most important of all Olivia… one of my closest friends was going through unspeakable pain.

"It has been 2 days- 2 days- Since she went to talk to that Captain Rose or whatever and frankly she has been either cooped up in her room of sitting in the performance hall since. She hasn't touched the piano or her writing book she just sits there staring at that taped up box." He ranted "It's going to be hell tomorrow and they won't even admit it!"

"Charlie, every on deals with things differently. You, for one, plan the unplanable."

He shrugged lightly and peeled a piece of pepperoni off of his pizza. "It's still ridiculous" he grumbled in to his plate. My phone buzzed from its place on the table.

'From: Olivia

To: Mo

Message: Hey, sorry I couldn't make it I'm working on what I'm going to say tomorrow.'

The words were careful and calculated as to not put any emotion in to the phrase.

'It's fine. Can I come by later?' I quickly scrawled out.

I took a bite of pizza as I set my phone back down.

"Who is it?" Charlie said reaching for my phone. I hit his hand and threw a napkin at him.

"Olivia" I said but there was still a big chunk of pizza in my mouth so it sounded more like 'Obl-vi-ues'

"Oblivious?" he said with half a laugh "You trying to wipe my memory?"

I laughed and cleared my mouth "Olivia, she's working on her speech for tomorrow."

He made a face and checked the time. "Seriously they are 5 minutes late. Should we call them?"

"No I think we're all just a little worried about tomorrow."

"Well first real press thing since…"

"Ya…"

We fell silent staring at our pizza. He broke first.

"Will she be ok?"

"Would you be?"

"I don't know."

"I wouldn't."

"You have to wonder what Wen is going through. They were so close. Then… this…"

"Do you ever think about it?"

"About having my almost girlfriends dad die? No."

"No, stupid. About love."

"No. to be honest I don't quite believe in love. I don't think the state of the world totally agrees with love at the moment."

"Go watch some rom-coms and stop being so gloomy." I responded kicking him under the table. "Any who I have to go. You go smooth things over with your girlfriend. I'm going to round up Stella and try to talk to Olivia."

"Okay I'll do… something along those lines."

"So you mean you will go home play call of duty till you die for the 3rd time then you will play minecraft till you fall asleep?"

"Dead on."

"Bye dumbbutt"

"See you stupid."

Rolling my eyes I slid out the door the bell ringing behind me worrying about Olivia and tomorrow.

Crap Crap Crap next will be better I promise.