Only Baby Scars

Run away with me?

•Nicole•

Silence holds the lines between Vic and  I.

"Yeah, of course you can stay, I'll send one of the guys with a stage crew car to get you," Vic informs me.

"Okay, thank you. When will they be here?" I flip through my clothes as I start to pack up.

"In about 30 minutes, so be ready," Vic hangs up and I'm left scurrying around the house picking up things to pack. Socks, underwear, shirts, bottoms, TAMPONS, shoes, makeup, toiletries, straightener.

~< 30 minutes>~

The door bell rings as I fumble around with my backpack of stuff along with my suitcase. I hop around trying to get my left shoe onto my foot, which seems to not be working, saying that I have a suitcase and a backpack with me and only one had available.

"I'm here," Mike's voice sings through the house, muffled a bit because the the door is closed.

"Co o o omi ing?" I hop around, dropping my suitcase and flailing around like a dying fish.

"I'm coming in!" Mike suddenly emerges from the front door.

"You look... Ridiculous," he chokes back a laugh, but fails to restrain it.

"Oh haha you're so funny, you should be a comedian," I roll my eyes.

~<at *le bus>~

"Hey Nicole!" Tony swings his hips around and humps his way over for a hug.

"Hell no, no hug because you're going to hump me," I joke, extending my arms to give a hug.

"You sure are very.... Ridiculous today," Mike starts.

"Hahaha you're so funny," I rhetort.

"Stop acting, tell me, why are you actually here?" Vic sings, sitting on the couch of the tour bus.

"Actually, I needed to talk to you guys about that, take a seat," I gesture to the seats in the bus. They find an unoccupied place and turn their heads towards me, standing by the curtain to the driver.

"Katia came through the window and scared me, so I pushed her down the stairs. The police came and I told them she tripped over my shoe and fell down, she was bleeding from her head." I continue to look up at the carpet like covered ceiling. The bus drops the noises and the heavy breathing, now no one was making a noise, and it truly terrified mex

"You're saying, you practically killed her?" Jaime laces his fingers together and twiddles his thumbs.

"Correct," I admit.

"And you lied to the police?" Mike asks, dropping his head down.

"Also correct," I stay looking up, the carpet is now the most interesting thing.

"God damnit, we have a murderer," Vic jokes.

"Not the time, nor place to crack a joke," a tear rolls down my cheek. I keep my 'I'm not looking at you' stance,occasionally breaking to see their faces, but that doesn't last very long, just a glance.

"So now what?" Mike questions, supposedly leaning back, hearing the leather squeak from under him.

"Don't turn me in, I'm not ready to be a criminal," I sigh, more tears flow down.

~<a week later>~

We are in Florida for the tour. It's humid and wet and hot, not what I like, but it'll have to do. My hair frizzes as I step outside, this is why you bring that good Loreal stuff for frizz control.

"So the beginning of your tour is warped, then the world tour, then Europe?" I question, holding Jaime and Tony's hands. We skip along the pavement hand in hand, and sing to the beat of our skips.

" yes, you are, correct," Jaime skips.

"Can we get icecream?" I ask.

"Yeah, after sound check," Tony stops skipping and starts to walk.

"Hey hey hey! You can't stop!" I pout, turning to him and crossing my arms childishly.

"But it's too hooooot," Tony complains.

"Fine," Jaime and I unlink our conjoined hands, walking by Tony's side. Vic and Mike were already at the outside venue in warped.

(I didn't get to go to the one in Mountain view Ca... I so sad .-.)

"Which stage do you guys play at?" I ask, looking around at the different stages: shark stage and unicorn stage were the only visible.

"The unicorn stage," Jaime's wearily replies.

"Why? Because you guys are unbelievable?" I crack a joke.

"That was horrible," Tony saunters a laugh.

"But it was good!" I flail my arms around, listening to other bands warm up.

"Will I be able to see Pvris? I think they're really good," I throw my opinion out.

"Yeah sure, we got you a lanyard, saying you're our 'assistant'," Tony stifles a laugh out and hands me the lanyard with a clipped on thingy. It read;

"Nicole
Assistant of
Pierce The Veil"

"Thank you," I loop the lanyard around my neck, securing it by flipping my hair over it.

"Are you excited?" Jaime headbangs, doing kicks and arm punches."to take on Warped Tour?" He yells, standing in a karate fighting position.

"Bring it, Master Preciado," I mimic his stance.

"We shall go, to the check of sound," Tony places his palms together and bows. Jaime and tony wink and sprint off in the direction of the stage.

"Fuck you!" I cry out, chasing after the men who had just abandoned me in the middle of the venue.