Tom’s p.o.v:
I woke up the next morning with pins and needles in my legs. “ALEDDD!” I yelled. Moments later a sleepy Aled was by my side, “what is it?” Aled asked urgency lingered in his raspy voice. “Will you get my crutches please?” I begged. Aled happily obliged, “you feeling your legs today?” he posed as a question. I nodded. I sat on the side of my bunk and placed my arms through the plastic cuffs on the crutches and gripped the handle tightly. I put my weight onto the floor. My legs wobbled and I tightened my grip on the crutches. I took a few steps into the lounge and the boys all clapped and yelled triumphantly. A huge grin met my face. I could walk again! I plonked myself down next to Andrew, who patted my knee encouragingly, “congrats Tommy!” I thanked him graciously.
We’d decided to head out to catering. So I headed over to the bathroom to get ready. I was happy I didn’t have to sit down and shower like I’d done previously, it was awkward. I washed and stepped out of the shower. I dried my hair into loose waves before tying it up into a high ponytail. I slipped on my skinny black jeans and a Young Guns t-shirt and left the bathroom. I plodded into the lounge, on my crutches, and was greeted by You Me At Six, who’d come to see if we wanted to go to catering with them. I looked at the gob smacked guys of ymas, raising an eyebrow. “Close your mouths, you’ll catch flies!” I jeered. We headed out of the bus and towards catering. I felt a hand rest lightly on my shoulder, it was Josh. “Good morning Tom” Josh beamed. I responded with a small smile. “What’s wrong?” He prodded. We sat down at a bench and I told him nothing was wrong. He just looked at me accusingly. Iain made his way over to us, “Tom I got you some food. You don’t want to put too much pressure on your legs” he informed me, shoving a plate full of food in front of me. “Thanks Iain!” I practically cried. He shot me a toothy grin, “it’s nothing. I just know what you like better than the others” he explained. I nodded; I was quite close with Iain. The rest of the two bands joined us and I noticed Josh was looking at me wearily. “What?” I asked. He just shook his head and finished his coffee before leaving the marquee. Max took a seat beside me. I noticed he was acting all jittery, “Max. Don’t you think you’ve had enough coffee?” I remarked and Max touched the piping hot coffee to his lips. He laughed and shook his head, “I get cranky without my morning coffees.” He spoke, quickly. I ruffled his hair and turned my attention back to my food. “Where did Josh go?” Dan asked, directing his question at me. I shrugged my shoulders, “he seemed a bit moody” I pointed out. Dan picked up his coffee and headed out the tent. Presumably to find Josh. I shrugged, continued eating my food and engaged in conversation between the 2 bands.
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Josh’s p.o.v:
She said that she and Iain weren’t dating and I believed her. So why was I still jealous? Because I knew she was meant to be with me? Because I knew that deep down she still loved me? Because I knew that I couldn’t stand to tell here the real reason why we had been arguing the traumatic night? Because I couldn’t stand to tell her what I’d done afterwards. I scurried into the bus and hopped into my bunk. I placed my earphones into my ears, flicking my ipod to shuffle through Mayday Parade’s songs. I often listened to them when I felt down or when I was having girl problems. Not that there was any girls, other than Tom. After I’d met her, I’d liked her; I hadn’t stopped liking her since. I’d not had a girlfriend since I’d met her. There was nobody else like her. She had short dark hair. And by short I meant like Winona Ryder in Girl, interrupted. Her hair framed her face perfectly. She had high, prominent cheekbones. The apples of her cheek were always blushing at the slightest comment. Her skin was quite pale, it was clear and she looked like she’d never had a spot in her life. Her lips were a lush pink and full as hell, the corners were always tilted up into a smile. The skin on her lips was smooth, which was surprising considering how much time she spent chewing at it. Her eyebrows were neatly arched. Her eyes were brown around the outsides and faded into a golden colour towards the pupils. Her eyes always looked so hopeful, yet full of pain. I just wished I could make that pain go away. When she smiled her eyes crinkled in the corner and her nose turned up. She had a button nose that was so adorable.
