Can't Be Touched

Back at it Again

Mr. Motionless in multimedia!

*Kayla's POV*

Adrenaline was surging through my body. Every step I made, my legs burned. With every punch, my fists ached. If I kicked, I'd feel my back stretch and pop involuntarily.

"C'mon, kick Kayla!" The more he yelled at me to keep going, the more adrenaline I gained. Finally, I got the upper hand and faked a punch to my left, but went right.

I hit him hard in the chest and Vinny called the time. I smiled and took off my hand wraps, spitting my mouth guard into the red solo cup nearby.

"That was really good, Kayla. I think Ryan is most definitely gonna have a bruise on his chest." Ricky smirked. "Serves him right for farting in my bunk this morning."

Balz was laughing so hard I thought he was going to fall out of his lawn chair. He started yelling at Ryan.

"Dude, you just got your ass handed to you by a girl half your size!"

Devin was sitting next to Balz and he just shook his head, smiling, and gave me a thumbs up.

I laughed and hugged Ryan, who happened to be bent over coughing and holding his chest. I felt bad for hitting him so hard, but these were our rules.

If an argument began on the bus, we were to wait until we got to the venue and the two having the argument would fight it out. Winner won the argument fair and square.

"Sorry I hit you so hard Ry." I spoke and rubbed his back, trying to help. He spit his mouth guard into his own solo cup. He just smiled and ruffled my hair.

"It's okay Kayla. That was a really good hit." He looked over at Ricky. "Okay weiner boy, I need a smoke. My chest fuckin hurts." He laughed it off and went to have a smoke with Ricky.

I walked over to the bus and went inside. I immediately went to the sink to wash out my mouth guard and my hands before setting the little piece of material in it's box, along with my hand wraps.

We left for New Jersey yesterday and arrived that night. Today was Friday and their set wasn't until 3:45 at the Main Stage. It was around 1:00 right now.

I sighed and grabbed a water bottle, taking a few gulps before retiring to the couch. I was happy to be in the air conditioning. It was summer time and, although it was nothing compared to Florida heat, New York was pretty warm.

Chris was with Korel in the back lounge so I didn't want to disturb them by turning on the TV. I knew they were going over bills and, possibly, new tour material for this upcoming winter.

I took a few more sips of my water before closing my eyes and eventually falling asleep on the couch.

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*Chris' POV*

We kicked off the second part of tour with a huge bang. It felt awesome to be back onstage after a day of rest.

We were headed back to the bus after a long and drawn out show. After we played Immaculate Misconception, I was just ready to go to sleep. Korel always has night duty so we can sleep the concerts off afterwards.

I pulled open the door, redbull in hand, when hysterical crying filled my ears and Korel's frantic face came into my view. He speed walked up to me, hands gripping his hair.

"Chris, you gotta do something. She hasn't stopped crying for about thirty minutes. She ran to the bathroom and locked me out after she muttered some nonsense about a blonde bastard. She won't let me in."

I jogged past him, already knowing the reason she was locked up in the bathroom. I could hear Ricky trying to explain what was happening to the others but, honestly, I wasn't interested. I crouched to the floor and softly knocked.

"Jellybean? C'mon, it's just me. Will you let me in please?" I heard sniffles and then shuffling of feet before the lock clicked open.

I strode in, only to be engulfed by lanky arms and makeup smeared cheeks. She started up crying again so I shut the door and locked it to before sitting her on the tub's edge.

"You wanna tell me what happened?" I had her pulled against my chest. She didn't seem to care that I was in uncomfortable stage clothes or sweaty. She just wanted someone to hold her.

"H-he texted me."

I sighed and pulled her into my lap. I switched so we could just sit in the tub. She curled up against me and handed me her phone.

A series of texts were pulled up, the first one coming in at 8:53 pm, roughly 45 minutes after we hit the stage.

Bradley: hey, I miss you, ya know?
Kayla: I told you to stop contacting me Bradley: I love you Kayla
Kayla: you're incapable of love
Bradley: then why was I going to marry you?
Kayla: I don't know. Pity.
Bradley: I didn't pity you. I worshipped you.
Kayla: that why you slept with Lana? Because you love me so much?
Bradley: I fucked up Kayla. Can't you forgive me?
Kayla: no.

That was the last of their conversation. Anger seemed to engulf my senses. She never told me he proposed to her. I shut off the phone and tossed it to the side as Kayla cried into my chest.

"The thing is Chris...I did love him. I loved him so much." She cried, nuzzling her face into my neck.

"Shh, I know Kayla. I know you loved him. Just close your eyes and relax your mind. Just...sleep."

"Don't leave me." She yawned.

"Never."