[Tony's POV]
The next morning we had to leave since we still had another week to finish the tour before coming back home.
I kissed Avie goodbye, even if i didn't want to go, but she said she would be alright with Macy, Becky, and Matt here.
"I'll miss you," i told her.
"I'll miss you, too," she said and then i had to leave.
I still couldn't get over how she had calmed me down the night before. She had a beautiful voice, more than just angelic.
Soon we were back on the road and I just lied down, remembering last night.
I had thoughts again, like from when i began PTV. How i wanted to save everyone from their pain, help them all i can.
Saving Avie is basically my chance in saving someone.
I love her with all my heart, and want to protect her and let her live her life happily.
I just hope i can help her do so.
It was then i got an idea. I want to surprise her when i get back from tour, but it will require A LOT of planning.
[Avie's POV]
only 20 minutes since the guys left and I already miss Tony.
The 4 of us will be going to San Diego a day before the guys come back and stay at the PTV house.
Last night, was the first time I sang in front of anyone. I never even sang in front of Matt, Macy, or Becky.
Only people who ever heard me sing were Rocky, Blake, and my parents. God, I miss them.
I still wish I could be with them, but its not time for that. Tony needs me. Everyone needs me.
I could smell food being cooked. The girls must be cooking breakfast. Matt is a heavy sleeper, so he went back to bed after saying 'bye' to the guys.
I then started playing with the tips of my hair, feeling Pebbles licking my toes, and realized I should get a new look.
My natural hair color is a lightish caramel brown I inherited from my mom. I dyed it black after Blake died and then dyed it a darkish reddish-brown after moving in with Diane and James, a year before my very first stay in rehab.
Macy has dyed my tips a few colors before, but only for temporary purposes.
I guess some real hair art work wouldn't hurt.
"Macy!!" I called out, then hear footsteps coming into the living room.
"Yeah, what's wrong??" I hear her voice ask.
"How do you feel about doing my hair??" I asked.
