Haunted Hearts || A.W.G || [Discontinued]

Europe, A Day Off and Chugging || Chapter Thirty-Six

"I'm missing you so much. Can't help it, I'm in love. A day without you is like a year without rain. I need you by my side, don't know how I'll survive. A day without you is like a year without rain (oh, woah). Woah, oh, woah."

Emerald

I can't understand Alex at all. Never can, never will. He's one of those mysterious types that wants no one to know anything about his feelings when he's angry or sad. I was the same way until I met him and Jack in high school so I think I should at least try and talk to him about it. I just hope he'll listen.

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The Next Day

We have a well earned day off before we start playing in Europe. Since everyone's so tired from all the shows we've played and jet lag, the only places we'll go is to each other's tour busses.

I throw on a black and white off-the-shoulder pull over that says "Meow" with a heart then underneath that it says "Universkitty", dark blue skinny jeans, and black low combat boots. I put my hair up in a messy bun then make my way over to Alex's tour bus.

"Hey, Emerald." Patrick stops me. "Oh, hi." I bite my lip in anticipation. "I was wondering if you wanted to come to my tour bus and I can show you those lyrics." He smiles. "Actually, I can't right now. How about tonight at around two?" I quickly say. "Yeah, sure." He looks disappointed. "Text me, okay?" I call to him as I open the door to Alex's tour bus.

Right when I get up the stairs I hear chanting; "Chug! Chug! Chug!"

I push through Mike, Jaime, Tony, Pete, Cisco, Jack, and Rian to see Alex chugging a whole Barcadi 151 out of the bottle. It's one of the strongest rums ever made and I know why he's drinking it. He's so much like me that it's scary. I step in front of him and snatch the bottle from his hand. "It's eleven in the morning. Why the fuck are you guys encouraging him to drink?"

They all look at me shamefully. "I want everyone off this bus right now. Except you, Jack." I glare at him. When they all leave, I grab Jacks arm and pull him into the kitchen part of the bus so I can still have Alex in my sight.

"What the hell are you doing?" I ask. "Everyone was chanting for him to drink so I just went along with it." He shrugs. "You're a goddamn liar. You guys are fighting and you're mad at him, so you wanted him to get drunk. You didn't just go along with it, I bet you started it. What would you have done if he hurt himself? If he fell down the tour bus stairs and got seriously injured? Or got alcohol poisoning and died? You would be bawling your fucking eyes out, not even thinking about the fight you guys had. And you'll think 'I can't believe that he died knowing I was mad at him over something petty as hell.'" I snap. "Okay! I get it and I'm sorry." He bites his lip. "You can say sorry to him when he's sober. Now leave."

His eyes show that he's full of regret and I'm glad he is. I lock the door behind him and go back to Alex then kneel in front of him. "Alex, can you hear me?" "Why are you talking funny?" He slurs. "I'm not, you're just really drunk." I stand up and put his arm around my shoulder to help him get up. "Me? Drunk? No way." He laughs. "Ugh, you reek of alcohol. Did you shower last night?" I scrunch my face up in disgust. The smell is so strong that it's burning my nose.

"I didn't even sleep." He chuckles. "I'm going to have to bathe you because I don't want you to drown in the tub and you need to get rid of that awful smell." I start slowly walking to the bathroom, and even though I'm going as slow as humanly possible, he almost falls multiple times.

I flip down the toilet seat and help him sit down while I run warm water then quickly run to get pajamas out of his suitcase and go back. The tub is halfway filled so I start to undress him down to his boxer briefs. "Come on." I pull him up and hold his arm when he steps into the bathtub, praying that he doesn't fall.

He makes it in safely and I pull up my sleeves.

Grabbing his loofah, I kneel next to the tub then start to use it to squeeze water on his chest. He lightly grabs my arm and examines the bruise on my wrist. "I'm sorry I hurt you.." He looks at me with sad eyes. I slowly pull it out of his hand and use my hands to wet his hair. "It's fine." I mumble.

It takes a good twenty minutes to get rid of the alcohol smell but it's time well wasted.

I get him dressed in his pajamas then walk him to the couch in the back of the bus. "God, my head's killing me." He groans. I guess his hangover is coming already. "Stay right here and don't move. Okay?" I say and he nods.

I run to my bus and grab some peppermint tea, oatmeal, and a banana. Once I get back in his bus, I use the microwave to make the oatmeal because I don't have enough time to make it homemade. While that's cooking, I unpeel the banana and slice it up then boil some water. I take the oatmeal out and put the banana slices in it. I pour the water into a cup then put the tea bag in it and take everything back to him. "Here." I hand him the tea and oatmeal. "This'll help a hangover, trust me."

I sit next to him and go on Twitter while he eats. I notice a lot of tweets that Alex and I are tagged in telling us to play our collab song together live. That's right, we haven't even released that song yet because of all the drama between us. I'm not going to ask him right this second though, maybe in a couple days. There's also tweets suggesting that Alex and I should cover "MakeDamnSure" from Taking Back Sunday together.

I'm so busy reading tweets that I didn't notice Alex lay down and rest his head on my lap. I take my phone away from my face, put it on the couch arm then glance down at him.

"Thank you for.. everything. I would probably be a mess without you and I'm so grateful to have you in my life. Even when I treat you like shit you still make sure I'm okay." His voice is dismal and low. "That's because I care about you. I know it's bad to keep you in my life but I can't just kick you out of it either. You're a huge part of me and if I lost you for good, I don't know what would happen." I run my fingers through his hair. "About last night; when Jack told me that you're right to move on, it flipped a switch in my brain and it hurts to think of you loving another guy, but I also know you would be much happier and that's what I want for you. It's like, let you move on and hurt myself or continue to try to get you back and hurt you. It's so overwhelming." His eyes turn glassy and he covers his face with his hands. "Hey-" I move them away. "I don't love anyone just yet and don't plan on it anytime soon. So you don't have to make that decision yet."

"But you like Patrick." He sits up.

"We're just friends."

"What about Justin?"

"Alex, come on."

He shrugs and I stand up. "I need to get going." "Stay." He grabs my hand. "Please."

I'm about to say no but I look at his eyes, it's like they're pleading for me to stay.

While I stand there debating with myself, he stands up and lightly tugs me closer to him. He sits back down and pulls me down so I'm sitting on his lap. He starts to kiss my neck and makes his way up to my mouth. It gets heavy pretty fast and right when he lays me down, my phone goes off. I reach up, not bothering to read the screen, and mute it.

"The stars are burning, I hear your voice in my mind. Can't you hear me calling? My heart is yearning like the ocean that's running dry. Catch me, I'm falling. It's like the ground is crumbling under my feet. Won't you save me? There's going to be a monsoon when you get back to me."

(Song: "A Year Without Rain" by Selena Gomez & The Scene)

-- My childhood love for pop, especially Selena Gomez aka Selegend is coming out because I'm going to finally see her with Fifth Harmony, Nick Jones, Tove Lo, DNCE, and (blah) 5 Seconds Of (hearing loss) Summer at the Jingle Ball in Chicago in two weeks. I'm sooo excited \*o*/ Then I see All Time Low again and 3OH!3 at the 103.7 Kissmas bash two days later x'D Too much information? Sorry, I'm just ecstatic --