Warped Love

23.

Shelby's POV

I'm dead.

We got back to the venue, thankfully. By now it was almost 6, we had a set at 7. We got back to the tour bus and already I was getting yelled at. "Shelby! Are you fucking kidding me?! You left the venue, missed a signing, for what? To get high? Come on, I thought you were better than that." Charlie gripes to me. Okay, I get it, you're straight edge. That doesn't mean I can't have fun with some weed. I flip him off, grab a drink from the mini fridge, and go back outside. I walk around for awhile, meeting fans to make up for my absence from the signing. I made sure to put on sunglasses so people couldn't see how baked I was. Even though I had sunglasses on, I was giggling a lot and smiling, people could tell.

My phone started ringing and I picked it up. "Hellooooo?" I giggle. "Hey, babe. What are you doing?" Michael. I smile. "Just walking around, meeting fans. I really miss you. I wish I could be there and hug you and kiss you.. I really miss youuuu." I babble on. Michael laughs. I wander off onto a grass area where a band isn't playing and sit down. Giggle. "So I'm guessing you're high?" He asks. "Well, yes. I am. I just got out of jail actually, so that was fun. But I only said that because I'm high, silly. I miss you so much but I would never say that while I was sober." Giggle. "I miss you too, but I wanted to tell you that-" "SHELBY!" Parker runs toward me. "Shelby! Our set is in 10 minutes, come on!" I look at her confused, then remember I'm on warped tour, in a band, and I have a set to play. Oops. Parker grabs me by the arm and starts pulling me toward our stage. "Hey, Michael!" Giggle. "I'll call you later."