Stay For Tonight

Chapter 17

Stay For Tonight

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Vic's P.O.V

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Well Fuck.

It's been two weeks since the break up and we only have 2 more weeks left of the tour. And since then, I've been trying to win Jaime over again.

I tried sitting down with him to talk about things, but he refuses to even look me in the eyes and Taryn usually interrupts. I tried writing my feelings down in a letter and leaving it in his bunk, only to have him throw it in the trash can as soon as he saw it.

I even tried apologizing in front of all the fans during a show. But he just ran offstage. Speaking of the fans, they aren't entirely over it either. They still come out to the shows, but during meet & greets, they try and guilt us into forgiving eachother.

Now, with only two weeks left of tour, I've decided to finally give up. I'm not going to keep begging him to comeback to me. I guess it was just never meant to be.

We were on our way to Nashville for one of our last shows when we ran out of little debbie cakes on the bus. Tony has one of those suckers after every show, and after a ten minute tantrum, we stopped at a really deserted gas station at around 11 at night to buy a pack. Mike was half-asleep in the bus and so was Tony.

Even though we were here because of HIS wants, we left him on the bus. Drunk Casey asked for Jaime and I to accompany him because he was afraid of getting mugged, so we tagged along.

When we walked in, the cashier looked stoned. He barely even noticed us when we walked in. While Casey went to look for the cakes, Jaime wandered off to the back. He was wearing gray sweatpants and a red long-sleeve shirt.

He looked so cute. His hair was kind of tousled and curly. Dear God I miss him. I can deny it all I want at times, but I'm still madly in love with him.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see a drunken Casey hobble to the counter.

This is my last chance to talk to Jaime alone. With all the guys on the bus and Taryn, it makes it that much harder to talk to him.

Without thinking, I walk over to Jaime and take him by the wrist.

"Get off me Vic, we're about to leave." He groans, trying to shake me off.

I ignore him and drag him to the bathroom. "VIC WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" He yells as he struggles to break free.

I quickly lock the door and stand in front of it. "We're not leaving this sketchy bathroom until you agree to talk to me." I say as I cross my arms.

"You wish Fuentes. Look, Casey is drunk as hell and he probably forgot we were even with him. If you don't let us out, they're going to leave with out us."

"The sooner you agree to talk, the sooner we can leave." I say with a firm voice. "Okay, sure. What do you want to talk about?" He asks impatiently.

"JAIME TAKE ME BACK!" I yell as I wrap my arms around him and immediately start crying. I bury my face into his chest, like I used to. I lost it. I hate that he's mad at me and he hates me in general.

"Not so tough now, Vic?" He asks me sarcastically as he rests his chin on the top of my head. "I miss you too." I hear him whisper.

I look up to see him crying too. "I'm sorry a million times Jaime. I only did it because Taryn told me that she would tell you about that kiss with Kellin if I didn't. What I did was horrible, and if I could take it all back, I would. Please forgive me Jaime. You're all I want, please."

He just looked back at me and smiled. "Vic, I've never faked our relationship before. I love you and I'm never gonna fake it. Know that, okay?" He said and I quickly nodded my head.

He kissed my forehead. "Yes Vic, I forgive you. Now will you please be my boyfriend again? I want my Taco back." He exclaimed as I gladly accepted his offer.

"Now, let's get the hell out of this dump before we're left behind." I say as I start trying to unlock the door.

"Hime, It's not budging." I say as I keep twisting the knob. "That's not funny Vic, just open the door." Jaime said, beginning to panic.

"Let me try. These muscles aren't just for opening Mike's pickle jar." Jaime says as he tries opening the door. As soon as he realizes I wasn't joking, he goes ballistic. "VIC WE'RE LOCKED IN. WE'RE GOING TO DIE. WHAT TYPE OF DOOR LOCKS FROM THE INSIDE, BUT CAN ONLY BE UNLOCKED FROM THE OUTSIDE?" He yells, quickly giving up.

"Well what do we do now?" I ask worried. "I'll tell you what we're gonna do." Jaime says as he begins to pound on the door. "HELP!"

We both start pounding our fists against the door in hopes that the cashier hears us. Thirty minutes pass by and right before we're about to give-up, the door swings open.

"Hey, you're hot friend left like thirty minutes ago...In case you were wondering." The cashier slurs on his words.

"DID YOU NOT HERE US POUNDING ON THE DAMN DOOR?" I yell out, realizing that no one knows we aren't on the bus.

"Yeah... But I thought you guys were getting it on, so I didn't want to interrupt." He says, beginning to stumble.

We both stare at him in silence until Jaime breaks the awkward-ness... With something more awkward. "Although very thoughtful of you, we weren't getting anything on." He says as the cashier starts losing his balance.

I grabbed him by the shoulders to try to keep him from falling, but he slipped through my grasp and he fell face first onto the coffee stained floor.

"WE KILLED HIM!" Jaime exclaims beginning to panic again. "Babe, he's not dead. Just passed-out." I say as I run behind the counter and look for a phone.

Jaime trails behind and finds it under the register. He punches in Mike's number and we wait.

"Hello?" A sleepy Mike answers. "Hey Mike, It's Jaime and Vic. Get the bus driver to turn the bus around and come back to the gas station. Vic and I were locked in the bathroom and we just got out." Jaime explains.

"What were you guys doing in there?" Mike asks, curiously. "We'll talk about it as soon as you guys get here. See you guys in a few." Jaime hangs up immediately.

"They better get here soon because this Gas Station is giving me the creeps." Jaime says as he hugs me again.

"What are we gonna do about Mr.Alcoholist over there?" I ask Jaime.

He sighs. "We'll figure something out for him." He says grabbing a bag of doritos and plopping 4 quarters on the counter while we wait.

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