Guilty Tendancies

Chapter 1

{Taylor Novelli}

"Aston, what the hell have you done?" I yelled, trying not to cry at the sight in front of me.

"What's he done now?" Xavier sighed, walking in the bunk area.

"Look," I said through gritted teeth.

My bunk had been covered in glitter and silly string, as well as confetti and tinsel. "I'm going to kill him."

"No, you're not," The devil himself sang sticking his head out from his bunk which was above mine.

"Yes, I am. I'm going to wring your pretty little neck before cutting you up and throwing the little bits off the stage to the fans," I ranted, pulling him out by the arm. He stumbled down, wide eyed.

"Taylor, cool it. We can't replace him that easily," Kyle yelled through the walls.

"What if I look for another drummer? I'll do everything," I replied, sounding like a little girl begging for a pet.

"Tay, let the poor guy go," Sophie laughed.

"Fine, but I swear to god, you are cleaning my bunk," I said, grabbing him by the shirt and pulling him threateningly close to me.

"Okay, okay!" He brushed his shirt down before disappearing into the back lounge.

"Little son of a bitch," I muttered angrily, glaring after him.

"Tut tut tut, such filthy language for such a pretty mouth," Xavier teased as I frowned.

"I don't have a pretty mouth, it's ugly," I blabbed, realising my mistake too late.

"Not this again, Taylor, you're beautiful, okay?"

"Okay," I agreed, not believing it at all.

Xavier opened his to say something else but he was cut off by Sophie announcing that we were almost at the first stop.

Our band, Guilty Tendencies, was playing at Warped and we were finally on the main stage. I sang vocals as well as playing the guitar, Sophie also played rythm guitar but also sang sometimes, Aston played drums and Xavier was bass. Kyle was our tour manager and best friend.

Aston was also the brother of Mayday Parade's Alex Garcia, another close friend of ours.

"I can't wait to see my baby Austin," I cooed, grinning. I wasn't dating him, we were just best friends. I had known him since we were toddlers and we'd grown up together. We weren't like brother and sister, though. We were closer than that.

"I'll be telling him that you've been having bad thoughts about yourself again," Xavier warned.

I knew he wasn't joking, so I didn't bother to object. "What's this about bad thoughts?" Aston asked, coming back from the lounge with a handheld vacuum in hand.

"Bad thoughts about killing you unless you clean my bunk."

"Alright, alright, I'm just about to do it!" I sent him an evil smile before skipping into the front of the bus and dropping into one of the seats at the table.

"What songs are we going to do? Some off the self-titled album and some off Escape To Neverland?" I wondered aloud, picking a lighter off the table and playing with it.

"I thought you guys were going to play the first few tracks of those and Fool Me Once, But Never Twice?"

"Oh yeah, I forgot," I face palmed, reclipping my black hair out of my face. Kyle rolled his eyes at me as i looked i to the black screen of my phone at my reflection.