Comfortably Numb ↠ An Original Story

19- Not As Hopeless As I Thought

Authors Note: Hola peoples, I just wanted to let you know this story will be ending soon. I know, sadness; I’m upset to see this story ending myself. Maybe like 5-8 more chapters then probably an epilogue. I will not be writing a sequel to this story by the way. I will also be posting the prologue of my Vic Fuentes fanfiction soon though! It’ll be called What If I Can’t Forget You and I really love the idea I have for it. I have a bunch of ideas for both that story and the next few chapters of this, so I hope you enjoy both the stories!

This is deticated to getlikebecki because she was being so sweet and stuff. Aw :)

            I jumped up and down and squealed in excitement. I probably looked insane but I didn’t care one bit.

            “What, what is it?!” Peyton questioned. I showed him the email from Hopeless Records on my computer scream and his eyes widened. “Holy shit…” He muttered.

            You may be wondering why we both are screaming and freaking out; well me actually, Peyton was just standing there dumbfounded. Well back to the reason why, it was because our band just got an offer to be signed to Hopeless Records!

            “I already talked to Olivia and Ash, they’re totally up for it. As am I. So Peyton, do you wanna be part of the Hopeless Records family?” I smirked, raising an eyebrow. I didn’t need to ask him, I already knew the answer was yes. I just felt like asking anyways, don’t question; I’m strange.

            “No.” He said seriously. My jaw dropped in shock. What does he mean by no?! Our biggest dreams are coming true! He started chuckling. “God, you should’ve seen your reaction! It was priceless!”

I rolled my eyes and punched his arm playfully.

“Duh I wanna sign with them! Lets do this shit!” He yelled, grinning ear to ear. I crashed my lips against his and grinned, our dreams were coming true.

**One Year Later**

            I started playing Therapy and Peyton smiled, singing the lyrics. Every time we preformed we would finish with Therapy, we made this a tradition ever since we covered it that first gig. It was the song that saved my life after all, along with a certain blue-eyed boy who had an angelic singing voice. I smiled over at Peyton while strumming my acoustic guitar. Then I averted my gaze to Ash and Liv, who were prancing across the stage, obviously bored.

            We were on our first tour ever, with Pierce The Veil. They were headlining and we just either opened or closed, preforming four or five songs. But I didn’t mind, I loved touring. Exploring new places, meeting new people- especially fans. I love fans. Well the ones who fangirl over Peyton and say I ‘Don’t deserve him.’ And give me hate online annoy me. But I don’t take it personally, they just want to get under my

skin, which I won’t let them do. I preform for the fans that idolize me and other members of our band and tell us how some songs of ours saved them, especially A Match Into Water. What can I say; the song is about Peyton saving me. If I were still a lonely 16-year-old girl who’s bullied by people in high school everyday that song would save me too.  The lyrics are amazing.

            The crowd cheered, breaking me out of my thoughts. Therapy ended a while ago and I subconsciously stopped strumming when it ended a bit back. Peyton was now talking to the crowd while Liv and Ash ran around the stage like the lunatics they are.

            “See ya later Baltimore!” Peyton exclaimed while waving. Liv and Ash paused their psychotic actions and waved. I gave a small salute to the crowd and threw my pick to the crowd.

            We walked off the stage and Ed, my guitar tech, chuckled. “You really gotta quit throwing your picks, I’m running out!”

            I shrugged. “Steal some from Vic.” I stated nonchalantly. He just laughed and shook his head, taking my guitar from me to put in the stand.

            I felt a pair of arms snake around my waist and I grinned, knowing exactly who it was. “Hi Peyton.” I smirked.

            “Hi love. You did great.” He complimented, kissing my cheek then moving his lips down to my neck.

            I blushed and mumbled. “Thanks.” I turned to face him and he smirked seductively. I raised my eyebrow and he chuckled and went back to moving his lips along my jaw line and neck.

            I smirked mischievously and decided to play along with his game. I kissed his necks sweet spot roughly and a moan escaped his mouth. I grinned and brushed my lips along his lips, before moving out of his grasp.

            “Fucking tease.” He muttered, still blushing furiously from the moan that left his lips.

I chuckled and rolled my eyes. “You know it.” I said with a wink before walking away, swaying my hips seductively, making sure Peyton’s eyes didn’t leave me. I laughed and strutted into the dressing room.

I found Liv sprawled across the couch, texting someone on her phone. “Whatcha doin’?” She questioned, momentarily moving her gaze from her phone to me.

“Teasing Peyton.” I smirked and snickered.

“You are a cruel, cruel girlfriend.” Liv laughed and shook her head.

“I agree.” A third voice spoke up before I could speak. I smiled at Peyton, who was leaning against the doorway.

I kissed him softly. “All better?” I mock pouted. He stroked his chin as if he had a beard. I rolled my eyes and kissed him again, longer this time. “Now?”

“One more.” He grinned and pulled me into him, kissing me gently one last time. Olivia shielded her eyes.

“Let’s go meet some fansssss!” I yelled, running outside the venue to be greeted by fans. “HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!” I screamed at the top of my lungs. They cheered except the slutty fangirls who were glaring at me. I just shrugged them off.

The fans randomly cheered more and chanted “Peyton! Peyton!”

I presumed Peyton came out. I turned around and smiled at my band mates who were walking towards the fans and I. Peyton kissed my cheek and the fangirls narrowed their eyes. Not my fault Peyton loves me. I thought to myself.

After chatting with fans, along with taking photos with them we finally made our way back to the tour bus where Peyton grinned at me and put on SpongeBob. Sometimes I wonder if that boy is actually 19. Together we screamed the theme song and said the whole shows lines, which we knew my heart. God, I thought to myself. I really love him.