I Hate You More

Touring is Sick

Harlen

"Good morning love." Renee smiled sweetly as she handed me a bowl with scrambled eggs, and a slice of toast.

"Good morning." My smile was weaker than hers, and my voice was finally getting to the point where it didn't come out scratchy.

"How are you feeling?" Jamie rubbed my back as I sat down next to her.

"I'm alright," I shrugged, "thanks for putting Gianna on the bus."

"Eh don't sweat it," Jamie chuckled, "are you still ok to take a client today?"

"Yeah I'm ready," I nodded, "I've been sketching since I got back, and obviously I probably won't be in the band anymore."

"Did you know they're going on tour soon?"

I shook my head. I stopped looking at their posts. It hurt too much. Within seconds, Jamie's phone was in my face, holding a photo of Remington laying down during a performance. The caption was announcing an upcoming tour they'd be on with Yungblood.

"No way," I scoffed out of disbelief, "they're touring with Yungblood?"

Renee nudged her wife in the stomach, "Could you fucking not?"

"Sorry baby," Jamie feigned a pout and then kissed Renee on the lips, slowly and sweetly, "I love you."

"Ok," I made a fake vomiting motion, "I should get going now."

I finished my breakfast, planted my bowl in the sink, and headed out the door to my vespa scooter that my friends had kept for me all that time.

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"Uh- hey." Phoebe said as I walked through the door of the tattoo shop. The confusion was clear in her voice.

"Hi," I smiled, "I hope it's ok that I'm takin a client or two today."

"Really?" Phoebe beamed.

I nodded my head, warranting her to fling herself into my arms.

"I'm so sorry for everything." She whispered.

"I know," I sniffled, and pulled back, "it turns out you were right though."

My chuckle was dry, and cracked.

"I hope you know that I didn't want to be." Phoebe sighed as she wiped the tear that strayed down my face.

"I know."

"What happened?"

I took the time to explain everything, pausing to cry a little a couple of times.

"I'm so sorry love." Phoebe cooed as she took me into a another hug.

"Me too," I sighed, "I should've just fucking listened to you. Then, none of this shit would be happening."

"Don't say that," She smiled sadly, "and who knows? Maybe you'll end up together again."

"I don't know," I scoffed, "besides, I thought you didn't want us to be together?"

"That's not it," Phoebe explained, "I would love you guys together if I could guarantee it would work. When you guys are getting along, you're so beautiful together but, when you're not it's so explosive."

I nodded in agreement, and the bell rang, signifying that someone was coming through the front door.

"Hey I'm here for a twelve o'clock- holy shit! Harlen?"

My head immediately flew towards the door, "Uh- yeah, hi."

I didn't know the person but, apparently he knew me.

"Sorry, my names Kenny. I'm a huge fan of you! You can fucking shred on the guitar!"

Realization set in and, I figured that he probably was a fan of the band, "Oh! Thank you, I appreciate it! It's sick to meet you."

"Do you think we could get a photo?" He smiled hopefully, and his grin only widened when I nodded my head.

He handed his phone to Phoebe and we posed for the photo.

"Your hair looks nice." He said.

"Thank you! I love my curls but, every once in awhile I like to have it straightened," I smiled, "what's your handle? I'll follow you!"

"Really," He beamed, "that'd be fucking dope. Thank you!"

I nodded, and did exactly what I said I would.

"Awesome," He chuckled, "so are you excited to be back on the road soon?"

I took a second to answer because, I wasn't exactly sure what to say, "Touring is sick!"

Kenny gave me a questioning look, "Yeah. Hopefully I'll see you guys at Yungblood's L.A stop."

"Are you ready?" Phoebe asked. I was grateful at the way she changed the subject.

"Oh yeah. I'm sorry." Kenny laughed.

"No worries," I smiled, "here if you want to hand me your ID we can get you all set to go."

Kenny did what he was asked, and  I discovered that he was only nineteen, "Alright. I'll just have you sign these forms, and then you can head back with Phoebe."

He once again, followed my instructions, and after a minute or two, he was back with Phoebe, getting his piece done. I picked my phone up after hearing a notification go off, and when I read it, I felt a ping in my heart.

remingtonleith posted to their story

I thought I turned his notifications off. Apparently I was wrong.

"Uh this is a song we're working on for an upcoming project," His voice came through the screen as more of a rasp, "the first one to guess what it's for gets a follow, and I'll give you a hint. It's for something that you'll be able to watch very very soon."

After a couple of seconds a track began playing in the background, and as I listened to the words, I began to feel my blood boil.

How fucking dare he?