Aaron's P.O.V:
I got the news about two months before Warped Tour started.
People were in danger, but they couldn't know it.
So that's where I come in.
I basically keep an eye out on them for the whole tour. My job is to protect them without them even knowing.
And if they find out, it's not really that much of a big deal...well kinda.
It's not like they would believe that me, a bad influence and troublemaker would be the one keeping them safe.
Sometimes it sucks. To protect people who treat you like shit.
But it's my job. It's what I was trained for.
I didn't spend most of my life controlling myself just to do nothing.
And I'll be damned if I let anyone lay a finger on them.
__________________
"Ready? It's time to go", Michael said to me.
I nodded in reply and grabbed the two bags that I had with me.
"We're going to meet them at their house. They should be loading the bus up", he informed, starting the car right after we got in.
"Who are they?", I asked.
"A band. Their name is Pierce The Veil", he said.
"Alright. Any info?", I asked.
"Their names are Tony Perry, Mike Fuentes, Jaime Preciado, and Vic Fuentes. Victor and Michael are brothers", he told me.
"Who is in most danger?", I asked, running a hand through my dark hair.
"It's hard to tell. But you need to keep a close eye on all of them. Don't let them go anywhere alone", he said.
"I know, I've done this before", I reminded.
"I know that. But it's always good to go over things", his slightly British accent came through.
I simply nodded in response, not having to say anything back.
"Remember. Only do the extreme when it's needed. Don't go around shooting people just because they look suspicious", he said.
"I wont. You know I don't kill", I said.
"I know, but shooting doesn't always kill and it's loud. Did you memorize the pins to all of the safehouses?", he asked.
"Yes", I nodded once.
"Do you remember who you're protecting them from?", he asked.
"Yes. Charles A. Dean, the man convicted of homicide but never sentenced, and his psychotic son, Anthony Dean, who has a severe obsession with the band", I recited, almost robotically.
"And why are they dangerous?", he asked, testing me.
"They have connections to three gangs in California. They have made anonymous threats to the band and even tried to attack them, which failed. They got away with people only thinking of them as obsessed, and not murderous, but they are", I said.
"Good. You know the rest", he said, parking the car.
I saw four guys standing by a large tour bus, handing bags to another man.
They peered at the car we were in, but I knew they couldn't see anything.
The windows were tinted, making it almost impossible to see through unless you are up close.
"Remember. Stick to the script. Don't get attached and-", he began.
"And don't let anyone find out about me. I know, I've heard this a million times", I said.
"Good. Now let's go. Good luck, Aaron", he said, opening his door.
I followed him and got my two duffel bags and walked behind him, up to a man who I assumed was the tour manager.
He's the one who got in contact with us.
"Michael, I'm so glad you're here. Can we talk for a second?", he asked.
Michael nodded and I followed them over by Michaels car, ignoring the stares from the curious men behind me.
"Thank you so much", the man said, letting out a breath of relief.
"No problem, Tom. Aaron here is the best. She's the best agent I've ever trained", Michael said.
Toms eyes shot to me and he bit his lip.
"Are you sure a girl could protect them. No offense, Aaron, but I don't want you to get hurt, or the guys", he said.
"I'm postive. No one can do a better job than her. You said the best, I brought you the best", Michael said.
"Alright. I trust you. Is she all set?", he asked, looking at me, however talking to Michael.
"Or course she is. Now let's go have the band meet her", Tom said, shaking Michaels hand.
We walked over to where the guys were and I stayed silent, simply observing everything around me.
"Guys, I want you to meet Aaron", Tom said, motioning to me with his hand.
The guys looked at me questioningly and I immediately began to put names to faces, remembering the pictures I was shown on this case.
"Hi Aaron. I'm Vic", the short one said, sticking his hand out to shake mine.
I simply stared at it and gave him a slight nod instead, remembering the rules.
Rule #1: Physical Contact is unnecessary
Vic shot me a puzzled look before giving me a small smile and putting his hand back.
"She'll be joining us for the tour this year, hense the extra bunk", Tom said.
"Why?", the tall man asked, his name was Mike, I believe.
"She's um..she is..-", Tom stumbled over his words.
"She's writing about tours and sending the papers off to arrangers so they can consider and create more tours", Michael lied smoothly, saving Toms slip up.
"Exactly. Now let's pile in. We're heading to San Francisco!", Tom said, enthusiastically.
The guys whooped and climbed in after Tom.
"Remember what you've learned. Remember who you are. And remember who you're fighting for", Michael said, giving my shoulder a squeeze.
"I will", I said, giving him a nod and climbing into the bus.
The guys were in the bunk area, fighting over which bunk was who's.
Tom motioned me to follow him and I squeezed past the guys to the back area.
Just across from the bathroom, there was a bunk on top of a small closet.
Past that was the back lounge.
"I hope you don't mind. I figured you'd want privacy", Tom said, scratching the back of his neck.
"It's fine, thanks", I said, placing my bags in as Tom left.
Now this has officially started. And I won't screw it up.
I never do.
YOU ARE READING
Nothing But Trouble
Fanfiction"Stay away from her. She's trouble". _______________ Aaron Mills isn't the most likeable person on this year's Warped Tour. In fact, rumors have spread that she is in a gang, and some say that she has killed people. So why would a girl like this be...
