This Skinny Love

Chapter One

Wow, I actually used spaces this time. Sorry it's late, I had no WIFI.

The stadium was pitch black, the way we started every performance, fans chatted amongst themselves, getting hyped and ready for our show that was about to begin. I adjusted my tribal-style wolf mask, that I really quite admired, it was a earless mask that was encrusted with gold plating and patterns of diamonds, rubies and other valuable jewels. A light in each socket made my eyes appear to be a bright red. Feathers rimmed the wolf's cheeks. The missing ears, were furry ears on a black hoodie that was made to have a similar design to a generals, with the rope thing and badges of previous tours, the hood was wide but the torso part of the shirt was more tight.

Jake, a smaller man, in his early 20's, was waiting for our cue to guide me on stage. He had night vision goggles and his job was to lead me on stage, the other band members were at the other end of the stage, waiting with their own guides. I was lead singer of the band, Wolfblood we called ourselves, so as you can imagine, I walk out first.

A hologram and Spotlight turn on just in front of me and Jake, he grabbed my sleeve lightly and leads me on stage, but just so I wouldn't be visible by the crowd. Just a foot or so behind the large golden cgi wolf. It stopped just to the left of the mic and howled. The others, a small jet black wolf behind the drums, and two other tall wolves on either side of the mic were the bass and guitarists stand. One was brown and the other, a grey with a lighter muzzle.

"Good luck" jake muttered putting a smoke bomb into my hand. He quietly ran off and I threw the bomb at the wolf and stood at my position. The effect was fun and it gave us a signature opening. The crowd cheered and we went to the song our latest album was named after, The Wolf's Song.

"Hello everybody! Good evening!" I smiled greeting the fans. They cheered loudly. "Wow, London, England my favorite tour location! You know you guys have the the best biscuits." I carried on with my silly intro that Ian, the drummer of the band thought stupid. The rest of the night went fast, we sung the album, stopping between songs to do giveaways and such.

We changed fast and only briefly talked to Taylor, our germen hipster manager. He didn't seem to happy when we brushed him off but none of us gave a crap, he was always trying to discuss things with us at the worst times, right now it was almost past midnight and we were exhausted.

We got into the tour bus and collapsed onto the couches, Ian and I sitting on one, Austin a taller male with curly dark hair and a bang swept to one side, who wore a black hoodie like his best friend, Detroit, he was the same height as Austin and, according to Ian and I, had the same low IQ level. Ian would always try dying Detroit's brown slicked back hair, pink, putting dye using his shampoo, it works on occasion, but when it did it didn't work out for Ian eather.

"Ross!?" Detroit raised his voice. "Huh?" I mumbled, dazed. "Do you want to play COD with us on the upstairs TV?" Austin asked pointing up. "No thanks I just wanna sleep" I muttered lying down, not realizing I was on Ian. "Get your pretty golden hair off my lap!" He said grabbing my head and pushing it upwards. "Sorry" I blushed, embarrassed. Detroit and Austin giggled and muttered things to each other as they bounced up the stairs. "Ahh, how much hair treatment do you do its all, silky" Ian disgusted, whipped his hand on his shirt. "It's just shampoo and conditioner, and would you rather me not wash my hair everyday?" I looked at my best friend funny.

"You could at least do it every other day, better for the environment. Also scoot over" Ian motioned with his hand for Ross to back away. Ross confused, just did as told. Ian checked his social media on his phone and went to a page. "What are you doing?" I asked, already knowing the answer. "Looking on Carla's page" he muttered. "Ooo your girlfriend again, how is she, does she still hate me?". Ross smiled as Ian looked up at him with a poker face on. "Stop asking about her, she's fine, were fine. When are you ever going to get your own girlfriend?"

"N-" the bus hits a large bump and I feel Ian grab my shirt, he was pretty cute for the five seconds he clung to me, startled.

Ian noticed and snorted in disgust, he pushed me away and looked away blushing from embarrassment, I myself was hot in the face. He shook his head, got up and went to the mini fridge to grab himself a soda and pick up his phone that went flying when the bump hit. I watched him pop himself down on the other end of the couch, not looking at me as he went back onto his phone. Lying down again of the armrest, I fell into a light snooze.

"Ross, were at the hotel, wake up! You can sleep in the suit!". A harsh voice woke me. It was Austin. Normally I'd be startled by someone with the tone he used, but he was an Aussie so it was only one of the most amusing ways to wake up.

The hotel suite was big enough for us to each have a room to ourselves. The rooms were in a layout with two on each side of a hallway, each having a conjoined bathroom for two to share. Ian and I were on one side, Austin and Detroit on the other.

I walked into my room. "Goodnight I called out to the others" Austin and Detroit replied quickly one after the other. "Ross, why the fuck is your diary in my room!?" Ian shouted. Giggles were heard from the other side of the hall. "Ross has a diary?!" "Let me read it!". I darted into Ian's room. Ian stood there in his underwear book in one hand, the other balled in a fist. Detroit and

Austin were giggling like little girls trying to grab it from Ian. "Give me that! It's my songwriting book!" I was blushing hard as I grabbed it from Ian and stormed out of his room. "Then why does it have paragraphs written in it?" Austin asked, clearly he had opened the book for even seconds to see that. "I write down stories of my life for inspiration!" I huffed not looking back at Ian and the others.

I had left it there when I went to see if Ian had a pen, seeing as he liked drawing on Austin, Detroit, and even me, in our sleep. Taylor wanted us to do something though, and I got sidetracked.

"Dude can I read it?" Detroit laughed reaching for it as I sat onto my chair, making sure it was still in perfect condition and free from any wrinkles. It was mostly, Ian only picked it up. "No fuck off, go to bed" I muttered pointing towards my door. "Please?" Austin joined, leaning onto my thighs and giving me his stupid goofy smile."GET OUT" I said louder. "Okay" they moaned out of the room and went into their dorms.

I sighed getting up, leaving the book on the chair.Closing the door, I walked over to my bed and flopped down.

I fell asleep as soon as I hit the bed.