Well... Ain't That Something (Sandra Alva)

Steady Damage

I had to get more information on what happened that night. It had been days since Sandra and I had last talked. She hadn't called, texted, tweeted or anything. I knew she was so fucking pissed, and I didn't know what to fucking do. I had to find out what happened. I think for a while. I can't ask Fronz he was high as fuck with Jay on the couch. Can't ask Danny or Ben, they were drunk. Can't ask James, he was also shitfaced.

"Ugh, fuck me." I mutter to myself. I usually don't care when someone's pissed I know Kaitlynn will come around, so why is it that when Sandra is pissed at me that I actually care. I can feel tears trying to escape my tear ducts. I hold it back. I fail and I'm alone. All alone on the side of the van crying from misery. I cover my face with my sleeves. "Why do I have to screw shit up? Why me?"

I usually go to see band perform, but not this time. I have been getting too many 'looks' from almost a lot of people. There's a pain in my chest and it hurts. It hurts so much. I truly am alone...

I grab my acoustic guitar and strum a soft but saddening tune...

I can't help but think

why is it me

that screws up things?

I try and try so hard to be happy

but this is reality

and nothing is what it seems...

I stop strumming and realize that someone had been watching and listening...

"That was fucking depressing. Amazing, but depressing as fuck." I look to the side and see it was Will.

"Gonna tell me what a waste I am?" I ask Will.

"Fuck no man." He sits down next to where I was sitting. "Listen man, Sandra she just needs some time. She's been with this chick for a while. She's just not herself right now. Give her some time" 

The sound of his voice was so assuring. He's known Sandra for a while. Will was an alright guy.

"Besides, it wasn't entirely your fault." Will lays hand on my shoulder.

"Really?"

"Fuck yeah man. Sandra was drunk as shit too. Shit started actually getting real after Kaitlynn took your phone off the Iphone dock and put hers on it." So it was Kaitlynn who took my phone off the dock. I continued listening. "She gave you your phone and next thing I knew, you started hitting on Sandra, she went along with it. Everyone started saying kiss, kiss, kiss! No one was helping at all considering that both of you have girlfriends. Anyways you took out your phone and you both... well.. uh kissed. You took a photo. You thought it was an awesome idea to post it on Instagram." He paused for a while. "Next thing I know you two went to the bedroom. I thought you two were just gonna be on xbox and play Call Of Duty online just to talk shit to twelve year olds or something, knowing both of you."

It was silent for a while. Why was he telling me this? "Why are you telling me this?"

"Thought you should know. Besides it's boring without you and Sandra being stupid together. Also, I'm getting tired of seeing people say shit about you." He tells me laughing a bit.

"Thanks Will. You know you aren't a bad person." I tell him smiling.

He smiles. "Thanks man." He gets up stretches "I'm gonna go take a nap before we perform."

We say our goodbyes and I'm left alone again with my thoughts. This was so much to take in. On the bright side Sandra can't be all mad at me.

"Wonder if Sandra knows." I mutter to myself. I get up and decide to confront Sandra about this new information.

I head to Modern Day Escape's tour bus, and knock. Jack answers the door. "Oh, hey, uh Sandra's in the back. I don't think she'd want to talk though." Jack informs me.

"I'll talk to her anyways." I say as Jack lets me in. I head to the back past the bunk beds, and see the bedroom and I open the door and she's with James. I stand at the doorway until someone notices.

"Oh hey." James says noticing first "I'll uh leave you two alone."

"What do you want?" Sandra says bitterly obviously not wanting to talk.

"I want to talk." I tell her.

"Well, I don't." Again with the bitterness. She's focused on the game. Trying not to notice me.

"Sandra you're being immature." I tell her.

"No I'm not, shutup." She tells me, still trying so hard not to notice me.

"Yes, You are. You know that breakup wasn't entirely MY fault dude." I inform her.

"How do you know it isn't?" She asks me trying not to even look at me.

"Because Will told me what happened." She stops what she's doing and starts to look at me.

"What'd he say?" She tells me.

"He told me you were shitfaced drunk like I was, and you went along with what I was doing to you." I inform her.

She stays quiet, not sure whether to believe the information I gave her. "Okay, I admit I was really fucking fucked up when I woke up the day after."

"See? So please stop being mad at me cause it wasn't my fault." I tell her. Kinda begging. I wanted to be the way we were with her again.

"What happened with you and uh what's her face?" She inquires.

"It's Danni" I correct her. "And Uh she broke up with me"

"Oh damn, I'm sorry." She comforts me.

"It's okay, kinda relieved actually." I tell her, but before she could ask why, James and Will come in.

"Hey uh guys I think you gotta see this." Will tells me as James hands me his phone.

"What?" I say outraged!

"What? What happened?" Sandra asks taking the phone from me. "What the fuck?"

(A/N: Just as one problem has been solved another one has risen. What's happening? What's gonna happen? Find out tomorrow!!)