The Reckless and the Brave

So Long, and Thanks for All the Booze

*Dekoda's POV*

After explaining to Kayak that I was positive that she was coming, I began to pack my clothes. Kayak sat on the bed, humming along to Never Wanted To Dance by Mindless Self Indulgence.

I packed all of my band Tees, all of my skinny jeans, and all of my shorts. I also threw in 2 swim suits, a few long sleeve shirts for if it got cold at night, and a few pairs of sweats. For shoes I packed my Toms, a pair of red vans and red converse, and a pair of combat boots.

When all of my clothes were packed, I grabbed my make-up and hair straightener, along with my tooth brush and hair products. I looked at the extra bottle of foundation that lay on the counter and vaguely wondered if I should bring. No, I decided. There would be other people with scars and I wanted them to know that if I could make it through hard times, so could they.

My scars didn't stand out under my tattoos, but they were definitely visible. I had a red rose about the size of my fist on the outside of my upper right thigh, the outside of the petals faded and black, wilting and dying. There was about 27 old scars underneath the tattoo, and I had gotten it to symbolize that even though my scars were ugly, they were a part of me and they told a story.

I also had black ribbons around both of my ankles with little bows. They were one of my favorite tatts because I felt like they made my legs a little bit prettier, which was important for me, because I always hated my legs. There was an anchor placed on my left foot that said 'don't hold me here' because through my life I had learned not to let a hard situation get the better of me.

There was also a small anchor on my left thumb, with PTV written on the top, SWS below it. I had gotten it after a Pierce The Veil concert that had been really important to me. I had many more tattoos, including a cat on each of my thighs, and a whole sleeve on my right arm.

My reminiscing was broken after Alex called us downstairs. We were in the kitchen in under 5 seconds. "So I talked to Flyzick..." He said, looking down to the floor. My heart dropped in disappointment. "Sorry guys, but...you have to share the room in the back of the bus" Alex said with an evil smirk.

"You little cock muncher!" I yelled, running towards him. He broke out in a run, leading me through the house while Jack and Kayak just laughed at us. "You know you love me!" Alex commented as he ran. He was right. I did love him.

When I finally caught up to him, I tackled him to the carpeted floor and tickled him. "Say it!" I cried. "Say it!" I screamed, waiting for him to cave in. "Okay! Okay! Uncle! UNCLE!" he hollered and pushed me off of him. We returned to the kitchen, where Kayak was still giggling. "Okay, honestly, that is the cutest laugh I have ever heard heard" Alex stated seriously.

His words just sent her into another fit of giggles. I looked at Jack and rolled my eyes, both of us laughing at how obvious he was making his feelings for her. "Well I have to run to the store and grab a few things" I said, walking to the key rack next to the door. "Anyone wanna come?" I inquired. Jack walked over to me and opened the door. "I think we should give these two lovebirds a little privacy" Jack smiled goofily.

"No!" Kayak shouted. Alex looked at her, faking hurt. "You don't want to spend time with me? My heart- it's breaking!" He clasped his chest dramatically and collapsed to the ground.

"Sorry kid. There's no room in my car" I said to Kayak. "You cleaned it out last-"

"Wow! Look at the time! We'll be back soon! Bye!" I interjected, sprinting out the door to my car. Jack slammed the door behind us and hopped into the passengers side of my silver Grand Prix. We were both laughing as I pulled out of the drive way. I turned the radio up, and the windows down as we made our way to the nearest Rite-Aid.

(A/N: So this was kind of a filler chapter, but hopefully it wasn't too bad! Trust me, it will get better as the story goes on. Thanks for reading so far!)