The Incredible League of Goth Pizza Haters (RH)

Part 26

---Sylvia---

"We have a week of tour left, and we end in California where it's warm and sunny. I vote we go to a park and grill some shit!" Chris announced, emerging from the bunks into the lounge. I was visiting on their couch.

"Well I'm not a huge fan of shit but I wouldn't mind grilled chicken or burgers," Ricky responded. Chris shot him one of those 'you're dead to me' looks then noticed my existence.

"Via have you ever been grilling with Motionless In White?" he asked.

"You've been in Motionless In White the longest, Chris. If you can't recall taking me grilling then it either didn't happen or you have terrible memory." I said.

"Well, you can come with us if you promise not to be so salty."

"I'm always salty."

"Well take a day off next week for swimming and grilling at the lake."

"What lake?"

"The tour stops in California, we're supposed to fly back after that. After the last show we can all have a day off before we go home. Sooo, we'll find a lake."

"Okie dokie. Do I bring my band?" I asked and Chris nodded nonchalantly.

"Sure."

"Well," I wanted time away from Ian and Meg, but I couldn't exactly invite only Mark and Cody. "I think I'll just not mention it to them."

"Are you mad at them?" Angelo chimed in.

"Um, nah. I just. Uh. There's been drama..." My voice faded out and Ricky made a face as if he were saying Yeah, no shit.

"Okay," Chris said like he understood. I wondered if Ricky had told him everything. I wouldn't be angry if he had. I was just curious. "That's understandable."

***

Despite the doctor's orders or whatever I went out and performed two more concerts in the next two days, Ricky filling in for Mark who sat lethargically in the RV. It was interesting with Ricky there because whenever I looked over, expecting to see Mark, there was Ricky and then there was awkward eye contact with awkward smiling because I loved my job. And despite the pounding headaches I was having a great time. I jumped around, singing and interacting with the crowd, occasionally becoming dizzy and occasionally Cody would walk over to make sure I wasn't going to collapse and die.

His comments quickly shifted from "Please be careful" to "Via calm your shit if you die I'll be pissed" which was surprisingly inspiring.

Afterwards, I would go sleep and take Ibuprofen. Ibuprofen is great.

***

It was around six in the morning when I awoke from another nightmare. I walked into the bathroom and washed my face. The sun had not yet come up so I just sat down on the shower floor and stared into the shadows. Boredom set in so I went and retrieved my phone before sitting back down. I dicked around on social media for a while, Abby's torturous cyber existence was finally beginning to fade. Eventually, I ended up texting people to see if I was the only one awake. Mena didn't respond, nor did any of my bandmates or my closest internet friend, who I'd been talking to a lot recently.

I texted Ricky a meme out of boredom without thinking that he would respond. Surprisingly he did.

V: *memetastic meme*

R: what the duck

R: *fuck

V: Memes don't sleep tis time to rise