Rebel Love Song

Hime Time All The Time

Over the past few weeks Abby, Kayla and I settled in more and got used to the odd sleeping patterns and crazed fans. Kayla and I have been dating a month and so far erything was great. We had at least a 14 hour drive till our next stop and I couldn't wait to see the fans. I developed a small fanbase and it made me extremely happy that people actually thought I could sing besides my parents. My parents.... I haven't spoken to them in a while, I'm sure they're worried about me. Guilt settled deep in my bones as I plunked down onto the sofa. I sat there ignoring Jaime's question, instinctively I flinched away from his touch and he sighed. "I don't want to sound rude or insensitive but are you ever going to get over your fear of human contact?" I sighed and laid on his lap "It's not a fear, honestly I don't know what it is. It's sort of like a premade move, like my body is so used to-" shit. How do I word this without unwanted pity, abuse has such a negative connotation.

"Used to unkindly human contact that it's just a reflex cause it triggers bad memories of physical contact" he exhaled and removed his hands from my hair "I know I'm not Vic or Kellin or Austin or any lead singer who saves lives but I am here for you Skylar" I snorted and sat up "Are you fucking kidding me?" he looked confused "Jaime you may not be a lead singer but you save lives without even knowing it. Honestly? You're my favorite out of PTV. I mean hell you have such an amazing voice and I just-" I took a shaky breath and exhaled "I don't know how to thank you, any of y'all. The times I've wanted to end everything cause it was too much y'all were there just singing to me, keeping the blood pumping through my veins. Even though there were times I'd let some blood spill I would feel so fucking guilty as if I let y'all down. And it's crazy cause I didn't know any of you nor met y'all guys.No one understood what y'all had done for me and I don't think I could explain it cause I myself don't understand it, I mean how does music save someones life? I get that words can change someone but here are a bunch of dorks that I have never met singing to me how I feel and suddenly I don't feel so alone, how does that make sense? I owe you guys so much and thank you barely expresses how grateful I am." Jaime looked at me with tearful eyes and hugged me tightly

"Do you want to know something Skylar?" I nodded my head and he smiled sadly "Our fans always say they don't know how to thank us but in all honesty we don't know how to thank them" I looked at this spiky haired boy and replied in a simple manner "You don't need to, what ya'll do is enough" he laughed lightly. "Skylar how do you think songs are created? How lyrics are formed? We take memories and form them into words, then sentences, and finally songs. What our fans felt is what we felt at one point or-" he paused and whispered ever so softly "Or still do" I hugged him then rested my head on his shoulders as he leaned his head on mine. "I'm here for you too Hime Time." Silence lingered in the atmosphere and no one spoke. Not because we had nothing to say there was just... no need for talking. We both knew we were there for each other so what's left to say? I repostioned myself so I was now lying on Jaime's lap and I slwoly let myself drift off to sleep before I had to get ready for the show.

"Do humans sleep this long?"

"I don't think she's human"

"No she's not, she actually bleeds a different color than humans, she's a cat"

"What?"

"Cat's bleed a different color than humans?"

"Are you on acid?"

"Is Jaime asleep too?"

"Why are they cuddling?"

"They look adorable!"

"I hope Kayla doesn't see them"

"Pictures?"

" I need a hashtag for the picture!"