I turn the engine off, and grab my stuffs I unbuckle and head towards the gym's entrance. A fresh spring breeze drifts by as I get to the entrance. I walk through the door and head towards the locker rooms. I pass one of the trainers and greet her as I pass by. "Hi, Gianna."

"Hello, Andy." She says as smiling as I walk past her as she puts up flyers, I smile in return as I head to the locker room. The locker room here isn't as most people would expect. Firstly, it doesn't smell gross, and also it is extremely clean. I pull my key from my duffel bag as I open my locker. I unlock it, grab my gym shoes and workout clothes from my bag before placing it in it's place. I look around to make sure no one else is in the room before changing, not many women come to this gym, but I always check to be sure. In case you couldn't tell, I'm pretty self-consious. Let's just put it this way, I'm happy with the way that I am, but I'm not a stick thin person. I have curves, no one can deny that, I'm just well proportioned in them, I'm perfectly happy the way I am. Although, just because I actually like the way I am doesn't mean every one else thinks the same thing. I finish changing and grab my equipment, along with my armband that holds my phone as I work out.

Equipment in my hand I head out to the gym again, which is filled with trainers and their trainees, some in the ring, some at the other various equipment. I smile as I take a breath, putting in my music before heading to a secluded corner of the room where no one else was working out in. I slip on my gloves and start punching the bag, to the beat of my music releasing all the stress, pain, frustration. The chains rattle with every punch, bouncing back, before I punch and send them rattling again. I can't help but think of so many things: my brothers (who I haven't seen for months), my father and how I never seem to be good enough for him, of my bandmates and how long I've kept the secret of the 'deal' from them. I punch harder with every thought; especially when I start thinking about my father, and how I need to tell my bandmates. I need to win this deal and prove my father wrong about me. I keep hitting the bag for what feels like hours, that is until I start to feel pain rush through my fingers from all the punches I've thrown, even with having the gloves on.

I step back from the bag, sliding down the nearby wall, I watch it sway back and forth from the momentum of the punches. I remove my gloves, stretching my fingers in an attempt to rid myself of the pain, I remove my earbuds and just close my eyes focusing on the sounds of the gym. I hear footsteps approaching before a voice asks, "You alright, Andy?" The voice is familiar, I know who it is without even having to look. I nod, before slightly opening my eyes.

The person before me is who I expected, Anthony, better known to many as Matt's Dad. Yeah, it's how Matt and I started becoming friends, he helps his dad out here every once in a while, and Matt and I started becoming friends over time. "Andy, I know how you were when I first started training you. You're dedicated, but you have times like that," he says motioning to the bag, "whenever you let things build up for too long." I look at him, trying not to hide the truth. "You don't have to say it, trust me when I say I can see it. Matt is does the same thing, as you probably know." As he finishes speaking, I know it's true, Matt and I are very similar in the aspect, we bottle things up for as long as we can until it all comes out in a major burst. "Do you wanna talk about it?" I avoid looking at him as he takes a seat next to me. I know Tony can tell that I need someone to talk to about it, he is the only person, other than my Uncle Jamie, that has sort of been like a father to me.

I sigh, "No, I don't really want to talk about it at the moment." He just nods, giving me an understanding look, and sighs as he stands up.

"Well, if you don't want to talk, do you still want to train?" He asks motioning to the bag I was hitting a few minutes ago.

"Yeah, I wouldn't mind training for a bit still," I pause flexing my hand, still feeling some pain in my knuckles. "but I think I overdid it on the bag."

He gives me a condescending look as he looks over my sore knuckles. "Yeah, you really did a number on them this time. My advice would be to go home, ice and tape them up." He says handing my gloves to me, I know there is no way I can stay here and keep training; so I just take my gloves back, and nod before heading back to the locker room.

I wave goodbye to Tony, as I start walking to the locker room. I pass by the various people as they train while listening to their music, or talking to their trainer, and I can't help but think if their here hoping to get into better shape, or, to like me, came to relieve the pressure they've built up over time.

I don't pay attention to what I'm doing as I walk into the locker room and automatically open mine. I hang my gloves up, removing my arm band, and checking my phone. I can't let help but let out a low whistle, I've been here pounding away at that bag for hours. And that my mom sent me a text asking when I was going to be back. I send a quick reply before I clean up, and quickly change. Within a few min tires I'm done, grab my car keys and start on my way out of the gym.

I walk out the door saying a quick goodbye to Gianna. A chill has started to settle in the hours of my gym time. I double check my phone and see it is already two thirty, and seeing as how I left the house around noon says just how easy it is for me to loose track of time. I just sigh, shoving my phone back into my bag, and quickly getting into my car as I head home.

I really hate this silence, it eats away at me. I chew my bottom lip, once again having only my thoughts to occupy the time. My thoughts end up wandering to the things that I was pounding the bag to forget. I sigh knowing that there are certain things I need to do, because if I wait any longer the secrets will eat me alive. I make a turn at a different street, changing my destination, not yet ready to head home. It only takes a moment before I find the parking complex not to far from my final destination. I mentally congratulate myself as I pull into the perfect parking space and grab my phone before getting out. I send out a quick group message to the band telling them to meet me at the local coffee shop, as I walk along the crowded sidewalk surrounding the parking structure.

It only took a minute before I got everyone's replies saying that they are all on their way. I take a deep breath, and I enter the building and order a tea, I really don't need caffeine before what I'm about to say to them. The cashier just smiles at me before asking, "You want the usual?" I just politely shake my head and tell her my order, this us my favorite little shop, one which I visit frequently. I pay for my drink as I grab a table big enough for all of us, my foot tapping out a strange rhythm as I anxiously wait for my friends and my order. For a second, I lay my head on the table, not entirely confident about what I'm preparing to do, but knowing it has to be done, sooner than later.

The bell above the door gently chimes, and my head instantly shoots to see who entered. A. stranger walks in, I force myself to take another deep breath knowing I have to calm down about this. I really hope they don't hate me when they know the entire truth. "Andy!" Someone calls from behind the counter, I stand up and retrieve my drink, taking slow sips allowing the heat from the liquid warm my hands and burn my mouth.

As I sit back down, soon enough finding myself fading into my thoughts. I'm lost to the world for a few moments before I feel a hand barely touch my shoulder. I jump, looking up to see who is trying to get my attention, only to see Luke. "Hey," he says finding a seat next to me, "what's all this about?"

"Well, let me put it his way... I think it's time, they need to know about the deal, my father, everything...They need to know the whole truth." I tell him, not breaking eye contact with his bright green eyes. I try to gauge his reaction, and his expression is one of complete shock. "They need to know everything. I just have a feeling, almost as if I don't tell them now it will just be worse the longer I wait. Plus, knowing my dad..." I can't quite finish my sentence, but Luke finishes it for me.

"Knowing your dad there will be some sort of twist, or 'fine print' he used to say if I remember correctly." He mumbles, I just nod. We sit in silence for a few moments, I just glance around the store waiting for everyone else to arrive, before I notice Luke running a hand through his hair as he often does when he is worried over something.

"What's bothering you?" I ask, he looks at me ready to brush it off before he notices my panicked expression, and realizing there is no way out telling me.

He sighs, dropping his head and turning his focus to the table. "I'm just not sure how they'll take it. Matt and Damian will probably be cool with it, maybe even excited. Skylar on the other hand..."

"Will most likely make a big deal about it." I finish for him, it's true. Skylar is the drama queen of our group, whenever something happens Skylar will either get really upset or completely calm, but there is no way to tell how she'll react. "It doesn't matter though, if Skylar makes a big deal about it then we'll have to deal with it and wait until she cools off, maybe you or the other guys could talk to her about it. One thing that we know for certain is that the band has to stay together, not just for me, but for all of us. We've become so close over these years, and I don't want to be the reason that gets messed up, even if it means I'm not a part of it anymore."

"Hey, guys what's up?" Matt says as he and Damian sit down. I give Luke a side glance silently hoping he can answer my question as to if we should tell the boys now, he gives me a slight nod. "Okay seriously, what's going on? You two are doing that silent talking thing you always do when you have a secret or whatever." Matt says gesturing between Luke and myself.

"Okay," I sigh fiddling with the hem of band t-shirt as I continue speaking. "Remember how yesterday I told you a lot about my past?" I watch as they both give me a small nod. "Well, I didn't tell you guys everything. I mean, I didn't tell you everything that involves you guys, more specifically the band." I really don't want to see their expressions right now, so I just keep talking. "What I didn't tell you, was at my thirteenth birthday party, my Uncle Jamie and my mom gave me the guitar and camera to use for my music and making videos." I stop for a second and take a deep breath. "Anyways, my dad didn't really approve, and at one point he asked them to talk. Long story short, he didn't like them encouraging my love for music. He didn't know I was listening, and I confronted him about it. I'll skip over the details and just get to the important part, my dad made a deal with me. He has a huge recording label, and I have until the end of this summer to gain popularity with a band or as a solo artist, and if I do he'll give us a record deal."

I look up at their faces, Matt and Damian are in complete shock, Luke on the other hand just stared at the table looking extremely uncomfortable. "Are you serious?" Damian says as he recovers from the shock. "You mean we actually may get a record deal?!" I just nod shyly, unsure of where this may go. He just starts smiling and laughing as he runs around the table and snatching me up into a tight hug.

"And to think I missed out on all this fun because of traffic." A voice says from beside us. Damian releases me from the hug and he turns to Skylar, his smile never faltering.

"Sky, we have great news!" He says inviting her to sit as we all return to our seats. I stare at the table, faking a smile attempting to hide the nauseous feeling that begins to overwhelm me as Damian explains it all to Skylar.

"So let me get this straight." She says drumming her fingers on the table as she speaks. "We have a chance at getting a record deal, because Andy made a deal with your dad a few years ago and never told us?"

I just nod, preparing to speak, but Matt pipes up before I even say a word. "Skylar, don't beat her up over this. if I was in her place I would've done the same thing, I wouldn't have told anyone, so they wouldn't to get their hopes over nothing. Or even to make them feel pressured from when we started the band in the beginning." I give Matt a grateful smile, which he easily returns.

"Whatever, I'm just saying, it would've been nice to be informed a bit earlier." Skylar informs everyone, leaning back in he me chair. "But Matt has a point, I understand where you're coming from, Andy." I slouch in the chair, feeling nothing but relief knowing that my friends don't hate me for keeping this huge secret. They may not be happy with me about it, but at least they don't hate me for it.

We sit in silence for a few minutes before we start to talk about what may happen at the end of the summer. I was just about to say something when my phone starts ringing. I pull it out and see my mom's picture. I motion for the others to be quite as I answer the phone. "Hey, Mom. I'm sorry I forgot to let you know I would be back later than I planned."

"It's okay, but I...." She sighs, and I can tell from her tone that something is wrong. "Andy, I need you to come home soon, I need to talk to you about something."

"Oh, okay. I'll start heading home then, see you soon." I say before hanging up, I didn't even notice that my bandmates were staring at me. "I have to go. My mom called and said she needs me home now."

"What's wrong?" Luke questions, standing up the same time I do. I just shrug, I get a nod in reply before I rush out the door. I get into my car and driving home, biting my lip as I wonder what my mom was so worried over. The drive takes a lot mor  time than I had expected. Stupid traffic. I pull into my parking spot, and speed walk my way up to our apartment.

I fumble with the keys in my hand, trying to unlock the apartment door but failing multiple times. I drop my keys after the fourth attempt to unlock the door, I pick them up off the ground, about to try and unlock the door once again to find it's already open. My mom stands there giving me a small smile, I look at her face and it's obvious from the tear streaks on her face she has been crying. "Mom, what's wrong?"

She just shakes her head and walks back into the apartment. I just follow her into the apartment, shutting the door behind me. "Andy, there's something I need to tell you about." she motions for me to sit with her on the couch with her as she takes a seat. "Andy," she begins to talk, but stops suddenly sighing as she rubs her temples. "I talked to your Dad today."

"What? Why?" I question leaning forward on the couch.

"I'll tell you, but only if you promise not to get upset." I nod, leaning back into the couch cushions. She pauses for a moment, before quietly speaking. "Andy, you're going to live with your father this summer."

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A/N: Hehe! Plot twist! Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this chapter, and thanks for reading! Vote if you liked it! Comment what you think (whether it be good or bad, I love getting feedback from everyone.)