Sinematic(Devin Sola)

9

I get trampled by a boy with long ass hair. I sit there confused and all of a sudden it hits me, duh it's Angelo. I hug back tightly

"I've missed you." The one boy who I thought would never make this noise actually squeals. I giggle a bit at that, feeling the anxiety in myself calm down.

"I've missed you too." I say with a smile.

"So, answer this, why did you leave?" He asks pulling away from the hug sitting beside me.

I notice that there's more people piling onto the bus, Joshua sits beside Ange looking at me.

"Well, my mom and I left." I say kinda lying.

"Are you sure that's all?" Josh asks.

"It's not all but it was the reason I could leave." I reply.

They probably know why I really left, they were close to me, especially Joshua.

"So why didn't you call us then?" Josh asks.

"I wanted to start over, start in a new place, leave my past self behind and sadly that meant you guys too." I say.

"You should have told me." Josh pouts.

"I left a note but nobody got it except for my dad." I sigh.

"We got the painting!" He smiles all giddy now.

"Chris told me." I nod with a smile.

"Did he tell you what we did with it?" He asks.

"No, burn it?" The boys around me laugh a bit.

"No, it's our new album cover." Ange smiles.

"Really?" I ask, actually shocked.

"Yeah we just changed it up a bit." Ange replies to me.

"That's sick as fuck." I say smiling.

"Yeah, it's a fucking cool painting." Chris says, Angelo and Josh nodding in agreement.

"So where's Frank and TJ?" I ask not seeing them but three different heads that weren't here when I left.

"They left the band." Chris says simply.

"What the fuck, why?" I ask furrowing my painted on brows.

"Because they're dumbasses." Angelo laughs beside me at Joshua's words.

"So I'm guessing those faces that I've never seen before is the people that replaced them?" I ask looking at the boys.

One of them has long dark brown hair, a nose ring evading his nose, black makeup covering his neck and creeping onto his face. The boy sitting next to him has shorter hair then the one before has three lip rings two on one side one on the other of his bottom lip. His eyes are covered all around in black and some black creeping on his face too, a beanie is on his head as well. And the one behind them almost cowering away looks feminine. He has short hair, one side of his head is shaved from the black hair. His lips are a dark color but his natural pink reddish lips show through. His contour is almost better then mine and the black surrounding his eyes is blended nice. There's a little stud on his nose adding to the delicate touch.

"Ryan, Ricky and Ghost." Ange says.

"Who's who?" I ask.

"I'm Ricky." Ricky smiles coming over to me, and shaking my head.

"Nice to meet you Ricky." I smile.

"I'm Ryan." Ryan waves with a smile.

"And the person cowering in the corner I'm guessing is Ghost?"I ask with a joking smile.

"Yeah, that's me, my real name is Devin." He says, his cheeks turning a rose pink.

"He's our newest member. After TJ left I remembered a kid from one of our shows and we called him up and here is now." Chris says.

"Well nice to meet you." I smile, causing him to smile back.

"So if you all don't mind, I kinda want to talk to Alex." Chris says.

"We're not stopping you." Ryan says sarcastically with a grin.

"I meant alone fuck nuts." Chris says causing me to laugh a bit.

"There's a place back there called bunks." Ricky grins.

Chris sighs and stands.

"Do you want to talk in the bunks?" He asks me.

"That's fine." I say standing up.

As I follow Chris back Ghost smiles at me causing me to smile back.

I follow Chris back into the area that has a bunch of bunks, I guess that explains why Ricky said there was a place called bunks. Chris crawls into one of the bunks, the lowest one on the right side of the bus. I crawl in after him and realize there's more room then I thought there was.

"Look at you, Mr. Bigshot." I smile a bit as we sit by each other.

"Yeah, it's amazing to see how far we've come." He says with a smile

"You guys have done a lot of work, I can tell." I say hugging my knees to my chest.

"How do you still feel about me?" He asks.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I ask kind of shocked he'd say something like that.

"Like do you still have feelings for me? I still have feelings for you." He says kind of awkwardly.

"It's not that I don't I never lost them but I don't want to get depressed like I did again. I'm stable, happy, comfortable with my life right now. I don't want to ruin it because the boy that broke my heart says he still has feelings for me." I whisper.

"I understand." He says almost sounding disappointed.

"I'm sorry I just, I'm so afraid." I whisper again feeling a tear slide down my cheek.

"Please don't cry." He says wiping the tear away causing me to crumble.

I've missed this touch, the warmth of his hand. I've missed it and I hate that I'm so easily moved by this small move of affection. It seems to be that sometimes actions speak louder then words.

"Please hold me." I whisper to him causing him to immediatley move and have me in his arms.

I lay my head in the oh so familiar crook in between his shoulder and neck. I cuddle into his warmth my anxiety rising. I start to shake a bit in his grasp which causes him to hold onto me tighter.

"I never hated you." He whispers causing some more of the salty warm tears to dribble down my cheeks.

I don't know what drives me to do this, or what type of evil being would want me to do this but in a matter of seconds our lips are pressed together. The oh so familiar taste of his lips, the oh so familiar feel of the lip rings pressing into my lips. The feelings that rush through me knock the wind out of me but the air is sucked back in as his lips part, his tongue entering into my mouth.

Our tongues twirl around each others fighting with the others. The emotions in the kissing a constant reminder of what we're doing. I feel him start to lie down underneath me, causing me to be on top of him. I don't make any moves besides for following his. The kiss ongoing that we're barley able to breath.

He grabs my chin with one of his larger hands and grips onto it with dear life as I almost pull away from the kiss.