(James' Pov)I called up my manager Luke.
"Hello, Luke I want you to ship the sample collection to the Black Veil Brides tour bus." Luke answer "I certainly will sir, you should expect them in a week or so."
"Okay, have a great day." I ended the call, I may be rude but when business I'm more polite. Sitting on my bed, I thought about things. I looked into the past, trying to remember the good moments I had.
Phone ringing I picked up. "Hello."
"Hey James what's up your not home?" I realized this was one of my close friends, Oli Sykes. "Well I'm on a fucking bus-""A bus?!"
"YES A FUCKING TOUR BUS WITH MY FUCKING BROTHER FOR FUCKS SAKE!"
"Calm your tits." he chuckled.
"FOR THE MILLIONTH FUCKING TIME I SAID DO NOT I REPEAT I DO NOT HAVE FUCKING TITS!" I screamed into the phone. He always says me to calm my tits, but I don't have tits he also say that I'm always on my period but I'm a fucking guy. "Someone's on there time of the month." he quickly added "I know the drill you don't get your period." serves him right."Why the fuck did you call me." I could practicality feel wheels working to their limit in his head.
"Nevermind see you soon." he said, he's up to something I can feel it. It has to do with me. "Bye! " he quickly ended the call before I could question him.
I was surfing the Internet, when the bus stopped. Looking at the time I saw it was really late, we seemed to have stopped in the heart of a city. The band came in like zombies, each one crashing into there designated bunk. I got up and went through my clothes and got a simple plain black long sleeve shirt, with cheap skinny jeans and hoddie. To accompany my highschool worn converse.
I took a short shower and got into the attire. Not forgetting my sunglasses even though it was pitch black, I went out to explore the area.Walking through the surprisingly busy station, I saw a poor what seemed Latino playing guitar to earn money. Deciding to help him I went up to him. "Hello, I want to help you earn money by singing also playing the guitar, also I'll give you some money." surprisingly he agree. "Okay senor just please I need it to help my daughter get better."
I felt sorry for him but didn't show it. He handed me the acoustic guitar, I strummed it a few times to make sure it's in tune. It was. I first played Welcome to the Black Parade by My chemical romance. I continued playing until it was about four in the morning. I seemed to have earned more than the man needed.
I looked him up and down, he seemed to be shivering because he was wearing only pants.
Taking my shoes, shirt and hoddie off, I gave it to him. "Take this you need it fucking more than me." I was blushing because I was showing this much kindness. "You know what? Take my pants I'll walk in my underwear."
Before he can stop me in took them off and handed them to him. "No senor I can't."
"Fucking take it I'm giving to you as a gift and you can't fucking return gifts."
"Thank you senor." I blushed once again, he shook my hand and thank me again. "Hope your daughter gets well."
"She will, thanks to you senor." we said out goodbyes and I made my way back with only a pair of boxers and shades. Super swag.
I kept my promise this time. Very cheesy chapter isn't it. I want to thank all the people who voted on this story.
Hope to get the next chapter up by the end of the week.
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