A Better Mike | Perrentes

{chapter 6}

January 10th 2015, 10:26am.]
|Location: Dallas, Texas |

{Perspective: Mike Fuentes}

"Have you seen my phone, Vic?" I asked my short brother.

"No, normally you're on it 24/7." He giggles as he looks at Danielle. Gross.

"If you're gonna be all lovey dovey. Please go somewhere I won't barf." I said as I looked under my bunk, then under my pillows. Where the fuck is my phone! I walked angrily out of the tour bus only to run into Tony who of course falls down and squeals in pain. "Oh god!" I yelled, I held out my hand for him but he ignored it and pushed himself up. "Why are you so mad at me?"

"How come you can be so sweet over text messages, but be an absolute douche when we talk in person!" He storms off into the tour bus as I stared blankly at the spot he was at.

"What?" I said out loud, mainly to myself. "What is he talking about?" I scratched my head then just chose to ignore it and continue trying to find my..phone.. Wait a minute! "Tony!?" I yelled as I ran onto the tour bus, Vic pointed to the bunks and I ripped his curtain back.

"Oh my god! What are you doing!" He screamed.

"You said Text messages." I said crazily.

"Yeah." He spoke quietly letting his eyes wonder to the ground.

"I don't have my phone." I spoke truthfully and he looked up with a new fire in his eyes.

"Oh! You don't have your phone. Okay sure! Sure you don't have your phone!"

"Tony, I don't have-" I was cut off by him.

"How about this! I'll forgot the text messages you apparently never sent and we stop talking." He harshly spoke, I was about to say something before he spoke again. "I mean it's not like you cared anyway." He sassily said, he turned over and ignored I was their. I slowly shut his curtain and turned to walk off the bus before Vic stopped me.

"We are driving to the airport so you have to stay on the bus." The airport? "We are taking Tony home because he can't play so he is off the tour until it heals." I sighed sadly then sat on the lounge. What the hell was Tony talking about.
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January 10th 2015, 12:01am.]
|Location: Dallas, Texas Airport |

{Perspective: Tony Perry}

I felt someone poking my side and began waking up. I opened my eyes to see a bright fucking light. "HOLY SHIT! SHUT THE CURTAIN!" I yelled covering my eyes from the light.

"Sorry dude." Jaime laughed. "It's time to go, your flight leaves in twenty minutes. I sighed and stretched what I could before sitting up. "I'm sorry you're off the tour." He said as I glanced up at him.

"It's okay. I'll spend time in my house. Alone. And sad." I groaned. "I just want to be on tour Hime, but now with this stupid injury I can't and it's because of that jackass I like." I wanted to slam my face against a wall, I mean I'm already enough pain.

"I know tone, but we gotta go. The whole band is walking you to the plane." He smiled which let a smile creep onto my face as I nodded slightly.

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"Flight 21A, is now boarding. Flight 21A, is now boarding. Thank you and have a nice flight to San Diego." The flight attendant spoke. I turned and hugged Jaime smiling slightly then hugged Vic, then finally nodded at Mike. No hugs for him. I turned and got in line to get on the plane. I handed the woman my boarding pass, she smiled and told me to have a good flight, i walked slowly onto the plane dreading the weeks or months ahead of me.

I just wanted to be on tour and he ruined it all.