Haley's POV
"Get u-" The curtain to Ricky's bunk was ripped open by a yelling Ryan,"Holy fuck, it wreaks of sex in there!" He yelled, dropping the curtain back down. I stuck my arm out of the bunk and flipped him off.
"Alright fuck face, give me my clothes." I growled. Ryan chuckled and placed a pile in my hands.
After struggling to slip my sweat pants and Asking Alexandria crew neck on, I hopped out of the bunk, landing with a soft thud.
Ricky had already made his way to the couch, sitting beside Chris. I layed down on the cushion in between them, my head in Ricky's lap and my feet resting on Chris's.
"I don't want your feet!" Chris laughed as I wiggled my toes.
"So who all are on this tour?" I asked in between a yawn.
"Well you know about Ash and her band, and then there's us, Asking, and Black Veil Brides." My jaw dropped. Is this some sick joke?
"Are you gonna fangirl when you meet them?" Brandon laughed from the couch across from us.
"That will probably be an understatement. They're my fucking life." They all laughed and went back to watching their Saturday morning cartoons.
Suddenly, my phone vibrated. I slid it out of my pocket and tapped the cold screen.
-Hey babe. Miss me?- Greg.
My blood ran cold and my muscles tensed. Can he not just leave me alone? If I wanted, I could have him rotting in a prison somewhere right now. Greg, however, didn't seem to realize my lack of caring was all that was keeping him from becoming someone's bitch in a cell, far away. Ricky noticed my dramatic change in mood and gave me a questioning look. I smiled and just shook my head as he gave my hand a light squeeze. I don't need him worrying about Greg, The last thing I want is to ruin Ricky's tour.
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The breaks screeched as the bus took a sharp left and came to a sudden halt. Someone should really teach Josh (Korel) how to drive. I reluctantly stood out of Ricky's cozy lap and stretched my legs before opening the door. Stepping out, I was caught off guard to see, well, nothing. Josh had taken us to an empty corn field. There were three other tour buses parked in various spots and I watched as people trickled out with the same expression on their face as I had.
"Are we allowed to be here?..." I asked. I really don't want to be arrested.
"No, but who cares?" Ricky laughed, "Go get dressed babe. It's party time." He winked at me and sent me off back into the bus.
I chose a pair of black skinny jeans with slices up the whole length, a black corset that pushed my B-cup boobs up to look like D-cups, and showed off my chest piece (an American flag in flames with the quote "Learn to drive. Get a job. Go to work. Get a girlfriend. Have children. Follow fashion. Act normal. Walk on the pavement. Watch T.V. Obey the law. Save yourself for old age. Now repeat after me: 'I AM FREE.'"), a pair of lace, elbow length, fingerless gloves, and a pair of deep purple stilettos with silver candy skulls. I drew on my eyebrows, brushed on a black smokey eye with thick eyeliner, and added some maroon lipstick to finish it off. I straightened my hair, teased it, and sprayed an unhealthy amount of hairspray on. I looked myself over in the mirror before stepping back out to join Ricky.
"Holy shit babe, I'll have to keep ahold of you tonight, make sure no one snatches you up." He laughed, lacing his arm around my waste. Ricky led my off the bus and around the back to join a group of at least thirty people. They were surrounding a fire pit and almost everyone had a drink in hand. Some makeshift speakers were set up, blasting a mix of music.
"Hey! Is this her?!" A British voice shouted from a few feet away.
Holy shit, James Cassells and Danny Worsnop are walking toward me. I have always had the biggest fangirl crush on James. Ricky squeezed my hand comfortingly and nodded.
"Haley? It's nice to finally meet the hot chick Ricky won't shut up about." A blush crept up to my cheeks. James pulled me into a tight hug. I swear to god my heart literally stopped. Goosebumps ran up my arms and my head started to spin.
"Shut up." Ricky growled, glaring at James.
"Want a drink?" Of course Danny would ask that. I nodded my head and he walked off to a table piled high with bottles of alcohol. He returned with a red, plastic cup.
"Can this little lady hold her liquor?" Danny laughed. Irritated, I rolled my eyes, tossed my head back, and downed the whole cup of what seemed to be simple beer, in a big gulp. Everyone's eyes, even Ricky's, grew to ten times their normal size.
"Didn't know I could drink? Well, Mr. Worsnop, I bet I can drink more than you." I scoffed. His eyebrows rose.
"First to vomit loses!" He yelled, raising his plastic cup to mine. I nodded my head and accepted his cheers.
"Let's get the hard shit!" I shouted at the tall, dark haired guy standing at the alcohol table. He turned around, his face still unrecongnizable in just the light provided by the moon. He walked over to us with a bottle and two shot glasses in hand.
Holy Satan. Andy Biersack is standing in front of me.
"Hey, it's nice to meet you. I'm Andy." He said in an amazingly deep voice, extending his tattooed arm for me to take the empty glass.
"Hi, I'm Haley." If it weren't for the task at hand, I'd be fangirling beyond the possibility for me to speak. I flipped the glass upright and allowed him to pour it to the brim with vodka.
"Oh, I know. Everyone in this industry probably does." He laughed rolling his eyes at Ricky. Does he really talk about me that much? What is there really to talk about?
"You sure Mr. Worsnop over there doesn't need a chaser?" I chuckled. Danny rolled his eyes. Once again, I threw my head back and let the liquid run down my throat, savoring the bittnerness and the harsh burn. God was this good. I attempted a groan against the sting, but all that came out was what sounded like a pleasure filled moan. The group I was with just stared at me for a second, causing a deep blush to grow on my cheeks.
"Sorry." I said weekly.
"Lucky, Olson." James said, pushing Ricky's shoulder. The fangirl in me was having a heart attack at the moment.
After the ninth round of shots, Ricky started tugging at my sleeve.
"Come on, you've had enough." I shook my head.
"No, I'm not done until this pussy over here pukes up his insides." I slurred. Danny scoffed, bringing another glass to his lips; I followed in suit. After another three, Danny's hand flew to his mouth. He turn wobbly on his heal, stumbling in the other direction.
"I win! Fuck yeah!" I yelled. By now, everyone who was still at the party was staring our direction. I shrank into Ricky's side, uncomfortable with the stares.
Danny walked back over to us.
"Can't believe I was just out-drank. By a tiny girl, nonetheless." I smacked his arm.
"Just cause I'm a girl doesn't mean I can't hold my liquor!" Danny rubbed his arm, a fake hurt expression on his face.
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About an hour later,Ricky was forced to carry me back to the bus do to me being inebriated beyond walking ability. After sliding my clothes off, Ricky doing most of the work, he climbed in and pulled me up with him.
Before sliding into unconsciousness, my phone vibrated.
-Sleep well, whore.- Greg. My stomach sank dramatically and I nearly vomited, and not because of the inhuman amount of alcohol I had consumed.
Ricky pulled me closer into his chest. I rested my head in the crook of his neck and took an exaggerated sigh. My eyes grew heavy and soon enough sleep had taken me hostage.
