Last Seen In San Francisco (Tony Perry)

• Throwing A Fit, Making A Scene •

{ t w e l v e }

Mike's POV

"What the fuck are you thinking, Michael!" He used my full name. Of course he did. He just saw me making out with Lydia Grace against a wall, so I guess it's reasonable.

Lydia didn't see him, but I pulled away when I saw Vic from the corner of my eye, mouth dropped, body slumping, and gaping at us like I'd just announced that I'm going to be getting married.

Vic shoved me so my back hit the wall, putting my attention back onto him.

"Well?!" I stayed silent. I don't know how to answer it. "You were thinking with your dick, you stupid boy." Although small, Vic can be intimidating, and he knows it. He also likes to shove the fact that he's a little but older than me in my face whenever he gets the chance; hence calling me a boy.

"Tony's our friend- best friend, and when we finally find Lydia again you decide to fucking come onto her and make moves-" I cut him off. He was getting this from a different angle, and I need to get my point of view across too.

"Tony doesn't even recognise who the fuck she is, I don't see the problem!" He started getting into my face, lowering his voice a little to sound more threatening.

"Her running away broke Tony, you've seen him. He lost his spark when he lost her-"

"And whose fault was that? Huh? Because I don't remember any of us being a Prince Charming to her!" I shouted, and then lowered my voice again "We treated the girl like shit, I don't blame her for leaving."

"Well I do!" Vic shouted towards me, and then suddenly he turned around and started pacing back and fore. "She just left Mike, and it broke Tony and it broke Becca. She's not good Mike, please stay away from her, please."

I thought of how everyone treated Lydia when we were on tour. It started with Tony, obviously. He ignored her, and eventually, broke up with her. Then she drifted from all of our band, and got closer to All Time Low. Then she tried to fend for herself, by simply getting a job, and Alex flipped.

Then everybody just turned against her. For no good fucking damn reason, we all turned against her and she left. What the fuck were we thinking.

"She's not poisonous Vic, we all drove her out. If anyone's to blame for all of this, it's us. All of us." I reasoned. His look didn't soften, nothing changed in his body language. He's not changing his mind about this. My brother is easy to read, and Lydia isn't in his good books, obviously.

"She'll ruin you Mike, you're digging your own grave." I scoffed at his dramatics making him glare at me.

"Tony's never gotten over her. He'll hate you." I froze, and the words he just said seemed to linger, making the tension in the air thick.

He'll hate you.

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Lydia's POV

"Right," I started, awkwardly clearing my throat "let's hear that guitar solo."

Tony nodded, giving me a shy smile. My mouth went dry. I haven't seen that smile in years, probably since he kidnapped me. It's weird to say that sentence, probably always will be, but it is how it is.

Alexis is going over bass with Jaime, Vic and Mike have disappeared; I think they've gone to get food, and so I'm left with Tony, looking over the guitar parts of this song they want to release.

He started playing the solo, and my mind immediately flashed the image of Tony in that little room full if boxes and amps and guitars where he broke up with me. His hair is shorter now, he seems more built; in a good way, and his face has aged a bit, but it certainly doesn't look bad.

I remember when everything between us was perfect. We lived together, we were engaged, I got along with everyone and we were planning to get our own place when we got back off tour.

Little did I know back then, I would be getting a place of my own when I got off tour; aka ran away. Although Tony certainly doesn't live with me.

His concentration on the frets right now is exactly the same as it was 6 years ago, and the small smile is exactly the same too, except it's a little bit more hidden now. He's reverting back to his shy self because he thinks I'm somebody he's just met.

God I can't believe how much everything has changed. I thought I'd be with Tony Perry for the rest of my life, but here we are in the same room, practically strangers.

He cleared his throat, causing me to blink for my eyes to adjust. I realised that I was staring at him at the same moment he started to blush.

Jesus doesn't that bring back some memories.

"So, um," he cleared his throat, giving me another shy smile "how was it?" It took me a moment to figure out he was talking about the guitar solo.

"Great. It was great." I said truthfully. I may hold a little grudge but I can't blatantly lie and say it's bad. Tony's great at guitar, he has been for years.

He looked back up at me, giving that same goddamn smile, and I felt myself smiling back.

And then I grimaced. Shy Tony is fine, but once your past that stage of him being shy around you, that's it. No more nice guy then. No, I won't let myself fall back into that.

I don't even want to be his friend. He ruined me and that's that. I can't even believe I'm sitting in the same room as him right now.

With that, I got up and I left the room, ignoring Tony's confused glance, and not looking back once.

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