Aisha knows she shouldn't be meeting up with you, the singer of her rival band, but she does it anyway. It'd just been some fun at first.

She's never been anyone's 'girlfriend', she never wanted to be, and then your band - My Religion - beats her in some stupid competition, and suddenly she's smitten with you.

She's not sure how the other members of Cherry Burns will react. There's edits and posts theorizing the two of you are together, but none of her band has asked.

Which is... unusual. She's certain Gray and Alon know something's up. Sometimes she feels guilty for hiding you from them. She doesn't like lying - hates it, actually.

It's not like her to keep secrets. Maybe that's why Gray and Alon haven't asked. They're assuming Aisha'll be honest like she always is.

The thought makes her sick. Their manager had already told her that any relationship with you couldn't be public.

It'd take away from the band, and put more attention on you and Aisha. She doesn't want to bring anyone down.

The hotel room opens, and that feeling vanishes. There's no guilt when you're in her arms. Nothing about you is sinful.

"God, baby," Aisha says, kissing your forehead, "I feel like I go crazy without you."

Neither of you have had the time to meet up. Too busy touring, or practicing. Aisha leans her forehead against yours. Being with you is like playing the guitar: peaceful.

She likes seeing people theorize your relationship. They're almost always wrong. Being your girlfriend isn't as turbulent as they make it seem. It's simple. Nothing - not even playing - has come as easily.

"Was it hard sneaking away?" She asks. "I told Gray I needed space to write a song."