The Summer Tour

Chapter One (The Tour)

chapter one

Stefan's POV

The past few months have been just MENTAL! Rehearsals, writing, rehearsals, dancing, rehearsals, planning... Did I fucking mention rehearsals!? It's been insane. I couldn't even begin to describe how anxious we are for this damned tour. We start off by flying to California, work our way through, and ending it back in Europe. Right now its about 9pm, we're leaving tomorrow morning for our first show in San Diego, California.

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The whole morning went by in a blur. I got up, got my luggage, barely had time to get ready before Lauren rushed me out the door. She'd talked it over with me, Ash, Dru, and Elliot maybe a thousand times, and decided she should stay here. Altogether, the tour was planned to take about one year, which was a long time. But she trusted me, and I trusted her too. I was tweeting almost the whole time, from the moment I woke up. Loads of replies, retweets and pictures came in, I could see we were already getting a fan buildup. Excellent.

Almost as soon as the plane took off, Dru was fast asleep. Mornings are really not his time of day. Once we could turn our phones on, I took a quick picture of him and put it on Instagram, just to be a little cheeky. Me and Ash chatted for a while before I ordered some food and we shared it. It was then that I realized how little me and Ash actually talked. After a whole Ash fell asleep too, and so did I.

When I woke up, we still had four hours left on the damn flight. I pulled out my phone tweeted a bit, only to realize Dru had briefly woken up and tweeted a picture of me and Ash asleep, my head on his shoulder. The caption said, "REVENGE!" and I laughed a bit before pulling out my notepad and writing some lyrics I've been having in my head.

The first thing Dru said when he finally woke up was, "Where's the food trolley, I'm starving." The flight was nearly over, we were set to land at LAX in around ten to twenty minutes. So I guess he could wait.

The whole ride went pretty smoothly, although, when we stepped out of the airport, the California summer heat hit us. Hard. And although I had slept on the plane, I was exhausted. It felt like time to eat supper, even though around me it was pretty early morning. I yawned and decided to try and sleep it off a bit at the hotel room.

When we got there, we checked in, some angry guy with a fake tan hassled us about tom foolery in the lobby, we mostly just brushed it off and got in the elevator with our stuff. Now, we weren't staying in like, five-star hotels or anything, but this place wasn't too shabby. As we entered our room, I threw my luggage to the side and collapsed onto the bed. Ash jumped on top of me and yelled "DOG PILE!" playfully, to which Dru and the rest of the crew helping us, stared awkwardly. I pushed Ash off and we both gathered ourselves. "Who's up for room service!?" I asked cheerfully.

Apparently those were the right words because everyone's mood lightened significantly.

After we ate and rested up, we began heading over to the venue we were playing at that night, for sound check and all. I was not ready for tonight, I was nervous, scared, tired, and much more. The show was in about two hours, so I had some time to kill. I snuck out the back door of the stage and found Ash smoking a fag, sitting on the ground against the wall.

"Well well well. Come out for some fresh air?" Ash asked mockingly. He patted the ground next to him so I sat down. He put his cigarette out on the ground next to him and flicked the butt away. "Ready for tonight?" he asked.

"No," I said, rubbing my forehead. Ash patted me on the shoulder lightly.

"Ey, don't worry mate, we kill at every show." he said, laughing and elbowing me lightly in the sides. He was right, we had a great crowd almost every night. They were great. Before I could ponder this much more, Ash got up and held a large hand out to me. "C'mon mate, lets go get a coffee, they can do without us for a while."

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I love Ashley. He can read my feelings very well and usually knows what to say to make me feel better. I may not have been able to make it through that show without that bloke.

Regardless, it was a kickass first show. San Diego was a crazy crowd, a lot wilder than what we expected. Damn. I loved it.

Once the show was over, we hung out backstage for a bit, had a bit of a meet and greet with some fans, and got on the bus to go back to the hotel. Exhausted, I collapsed onto the bed and fell asleep almost instantly. What a relief.

Ashley's POV.

Something's up with Stef. I can tell. He's beginning to act depressed, me an Dru are worried.

I think he misses Lauren, ugh. I cannot stand that bitch. The first week she showed up, Stef changed. Not to mention that she was hitting on me until I flat out told her I wouldn't do that to my mate. I'm glad she didn't come on tour with us. Cunt.

It's been a little less than a week since we landed our first night in San Diego. We were scheduled to play a show tonight in a small town called Temecula, then we were going to start heading way up north to San Francisco, and that was our last show in California, we would play in Seattle next. I couldn't let Stef keep up this attitude, so against my better judgement, I called Lauren.

"Awuh, Ash, changed your mind ave you?" she asked, mockingly.

"What!? No. Not anytime soon, actually never. Listen, I think Stef is missing you, how about you make a little surprise visit?"

"I have always wanted to see the Pacific Ocean..." she said, trailing off. After a few moments of silence, she agreed. We said awkward goodbyes and hung up.

God damnit Stef. Why do you do this crap to me? How are you so lame yet so perfect in every way?

Wait, what?

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Well there you have it, Chapter One. hope you like it (⌒▽⌒)