Thunk.

I huff under my breath as the rock hits your bedroom window once again, yet you still don’t come into view. “Come on,” I mutter, picking up another rock.

If you told me a year ago that I’d be standing outside my girlfriend’s house and throwing rocks at her window to get her to just talk to me after we had an argument?

I’d never believe you.

It was a stupid argument. Ridiculous, really. I leave for tour in less than a month, so I brought up you possibly traveling around with me and the guys. That way we wouldn’t have to worry about long distance, plus we get to see the world together! Except you said you couldn’t because of university classes or whatever, so my bright idea was that you switch to online.

Yes, I told my girlfriend to change her schooling method just so she could follow me on tour.

Not the smartest thing I’ve ever done.

So now I’m throwing stones like we’re in some romantic comedy, hoping I can convince you to possibly sneak out so we can properly talk this out. I’m also hoping your parents don’t hear me out here. That probably wouldn’t do me favors.