Gargoyles (Angelo Parente Story)

Hit the road Jack

Ledemure

The first two days of tour were fine. Well, kind of fine. I didn't have a freaking bunk and had to share one with the big bro, but he needs his space, so in the middle of the night I sneak out to the sofa and crawl back to bed before everyone gets up.

Life is hard.

-Hey Leda, can you help me out?- Kuza asked with carrying a few boxes. He was really the only one who actually kinda appreciate it. The others just want me out of their way. But is okay, I get it.

-Oh, sure...- I left my macbook on the table and got up, grabbing one box.- Is the merch booth already up?- I asked slightly kicking the door open.

-Yup. Just gotta set things up and voilá, we're done.- He giggled and we started walking towards the merch booth.- You know Leda, you should try to talk to the boys...

-Babe, is day three of tour, of course I'm not going to talk to them yet.- Wasn't it obvious? Geez Kuza, which drugs are you using now? Damm...

-Well... Nothing I can do to help you then...- He dropped the boxes on the floor and grabbed the ones from my arms.- Thanks babe... I can handle it from now, go do your work.- He patted my head and I took off back to the trailer. It was a chilli night, but bearable. I hugged myself and entered the trailer. Having a huge surprise.

-What the fuck are you guys doing with my computer?!- I yelled and they all ran away from my computer, hiding or whatever. Except for Angelo.

-Gee, why did they run away?- He looked around and again focused on the computer screen. Really? Isn't he leaving as well?

-Angelo. Talk. Now.- I growled and he turned the computer to me. It was the horror book. Shit.- Oh fuck. I-It's j-just a sketch...- I gulped and he smirked.

-Well...- He got up and I stepped back. They are some of the emperors of horror and grotesque. Shit, I'm so ashamed right now.

-I don't want to know your opinion on it. It's my story, stay out of it.- I snapped and grabbed my notebook, rushing towards "my bunk".- Fuck... Fuck fuck fuck fuck!- I started reading the last chapter. It wasn't bad, at least for me. But what if people hate it?

Then I'm gonna starve to death. Fuck.

-I don't want to ruin that...- Chris suddenly popped up and got into the bunk with me.- Or your future as a writer...- He made himself comfortable beside me and relaxed, staring at me.

-Just spill it goddammit!- I guess I was getting a little nervous, making him laugh.

-Chill, it's a pretty badass story.- He shrugged and I breathed in relief.- I mean, I've never read a horror story about gargoyles.- He laughed.

-Good, now get out of my bunk.- I giggled pushing him out.

-You're not that bad Korel...-He smiled before taking off. I closed my notebook, hid under my pillow and crawled out of the bunk. Literally, it was the bottom one.

-Nice ass...- I didn't recognize the voice at first, but when I looked up, I giggled.

-Thanks bro...- He helped me up.

-Kuza needs your help, the show is starting in 15 minutes. Too many kids for him to handle, go go go!- He slapped my ass and walked away.

-Dude, I'm just going to change really quick.- I grabbed my suitcase and grabbed what I was gonna wear, rushing to our little bathroom.- Shit, Angelo, are you gonna be done soon?- He was doing his stage paint in the bathroom. Why couldn't he do it outside?