Take Me Back To The Start (Tony Perry, Mike Fuentes, other people?)

Time Flies

2 Months Later: 

I woke up to someone poking my head. Lovely.

"Whatever you want, it can wait," I mumbled out. 

"No, wake the fuck up," Alan yelled at me. 

I sighed and slowly sat up, trying not to hit my head this time. I looked at Alan, who had burst into a fit of laughter. 

"What are you laughing at, goon," I questioned trying not to laugh with him. 

"Missy, you get really bad bed head. Go fix that shit," he demanded still laughing. 

He walked into our kitchen area and I ran a brush through my long hair before joining them. As I got a bit closer I could hear Tino, Alan, Austin and my favorite Irish accent. 

The Irish accent belongs to Brian who is an indie artist from Ireland that managed to be on a small stage this year. He also happens to be my boyfriend. Tony and I didn't talk after the day that Austin picked me up. I assume he going through with the wedding and I'm doing the best that I can to be supportive and move on. Come to think of it, I haven't had much contact with the other Pierce boys either. I went on tour with the Mice boys for a month and then we hit Warped, which is where I ran into an old friend from my early days when my family lived in Ireland. Brian was my best friend from 3rd grade all the way to 8th, which was when I moved to SD. Now he's my boyfriend. Small world. 

"Morning hon," he whispered in my ear as I walked up beside him. 

He wrapped an arm around me and gave me a cup of coffee. It was too early to talk but coffee is what I needed.I sat down and snuggled into Brian's arms, ready to fall back asleep. 

"No, I don't think so Little Miss. I have to get to my set and I have a couple of new songs that I want you to hear so you will be there too," Brian said as he got up and grabbed his journal that has his set list in it. "You've got 45 minutes."

"Wait, what time is it," I asked looking at the guys around me.

"1:30," Tino replied smirking. "It's your lazy day, plus we have parties to attend tonight, so you had to be well rested." 

"Fine, I'm going to get ready," I stuck my tongue out and walked to the back. 

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40 minutes later I was rushing out of the empty bus and to Brian's stage. I was wearing ripped jeans, a cropped Superman tee, my new Etnies, my red sunglasses, cute camera earrings and plugs that had red lips. I had 4 bracelets that Austin got me when I put distance between myself and PTV and I left my hair natural. Minus the fact it was bleached in some areas, lime green in others, and a bright blue in the rest. Oops. I had 2 minutes to get to stage when I crashed into someone.

"OOF, ouch," I whimpered. 

"Oh shit, I'm so sorry. Here let me help you up," a familiar voice sad apologetically. 

"No no, it's okay. I should've been loo- Tony," I gaped at the man standing in front of me. He had a jawline tattoo and had his ears sewn up. He looked good. Really good. STOP IT, CHARLIE!

"Charlotte," he asked in disbelief. "Holy shit, you look good. I mean you, uh, always looked good but now you look, um, particularly good," he chuckled nervously. 

"CARLY, C'MON YOU'VE GOT LIKE 30 SECONDS BEFORE HE'S ON," Alan and Austin shouted at me from side stage.

"I uh, need to go watch someone," I said slowly. 

"I'll come with," he replied cheerfully. 

I ran the last couple of meters to Alan and gave him a hug and kissed Brian on the nose for good luck.