Game Over - Jacky Vincent

14

That night, after the two bands left for the show, I stayed behind. Ryan left me a bunch of movies and blankets. He was probably the most mature person on this tour. And that's saying something, because he's an idiot most of the time.

I was beginning to question Andy's request. I want to go. But then I don't. I don't want to go, and have Ronnie come back and I'm missing. That would be bad. He'd think Craig or my dad came and kidnapped me. Yeah, that'd be pretty bad. I looked at the clock and it read 7:47. The concert began at 7. Looks like I'll be here for a while.

I took out my phone and checked Twitter. Derek had tagged me in a bunch of stuff so I gained a lot of followers. People didn't necessarily know I was adopted yet, but they knew I lived with Ronnie and the band. Some people said sweet things, but others were just confused. Derek posted the video of me giving Jacky a wedgie and the fans got a kick out of it. I took a picture of the movie I was watching, The Notebook, and tweeted it saying; 'gotta love alone time'

I then put my phone down, and it quickly began to explode with notifications. I raised an eyebrow and went on to twitter again. There was a lot of people asking my relationship with Ronnie, or just replying to me.

'@loganpaige why did you give jacky a wedgie?? it was hilarious!"

'@loganpaige lol you're a whore'

'@loganpaige how are you with falling in reverse?'

'@loganpaige ur so pretty!'

'@loganpaige how are you and ronnie so close?!?'

I decided to ignore all the messages and turn my phone off. I tossed it aside and paid attention to the sad love story in front of me.

--

An hour later, I turned my phone back on and saw that Ronnie had called. More than once. I quickly dialed his number and after like, half a ring, he answered.

"Logan!" He yelled, "why didn't you answer?!"

I couldn't help but laugh at how protective he was. "Ronnie I'm fine. I just turned my phone off and watched The Notebook," I explained.

"Okay, good. But the guys wanted to go out to eat, so do you wanna go?"

"No, I'm fine," I tried thinking of a quick white lie to cover up why I didn't want to go out.

"Go over to Andy's bus. I don't want you alone for that long," he ordered.

"Fine." We said our goodbyes and hung up. I kept my sweats on but just threw a sweater over my tank top.

When I got to Black Veil Brides bus, I walked in and saw Andy asleep on the couch.

"Logan!" CC exclaimed. He ran into the room and gave me a hug. Over his shoulder, I saw that Andy had woken up and was glaring at CC. I smirked at this and hugged him back.

"Why are you here?" He asked.

"Oh, Ronnie and everyone went out so he shipped me over here," I explained, laughing.

"We were going out with them, weren't we?" Jake then appeared from the bathroom.

"Yeah, so unless you wanna go-"

"I'll stay with her." Andy cut CC off.

"Okay then, let's go!" Ash yelled and ran out of the bus. I laughed and sat next to Andy after everyone left. We sat in silence for a few moments, staring at the show playing on the TV.

"So you did come," Andy finally said with a smirk. I knew what he meant so I smacked his arm.

"No shit," I said sarcastically.

Andy smiled and shook his head at me. We sat and watched Ridiculousness for a while in silence. But it wasn't an awkward silence, a comfortable kind. My phone started going off, and an unknown number was on the screen.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Is this.. Is this Logan?" An eerily familiar female voice sounded through the phone.

"Yes, who's this?" I asked.

"It's me. It's Miranda." I almost dropped my phone in shock. Miranda was one of my best friends when I was in grade school. Once the alcohol became a problem, my parents took me out of school and after that I never really saw her. In 9th grade I heard she moved, but no one said where.

"M-Miranda?" I stuttered into the phone.

"Yes, I cant believe I found you!" She exclaimed.

"Yeah, how exactly did you find me?" I asked, now a little confused.

"Well, I knew this band was coming to my town and then I saw a picture and saw the girl with bright blue eyes and brown hair in the back. I knew it had to be you. So I asked around. And yeah," Miranda explained. I turned to Andy and held up my pointer finger, gesturing that I'd be a minute. I walked out of the bus and sat on the ground.

"I'm glad you did! So you're in town?" I confirmed.

"Yes! Tomorrow let's hang out! I don't think I have much time here, so yeah. Tomorrow good?" Her cheery voice faltered but quickly bounced back up.

"Okay, yeah sounds good. I'll talk to Ronnie and see what's going on," I responded.

"Ronnie?" She question.

"It's a very long story, I'll explain it all tomorrow," I laughed. We said our goodbyes and I walked back into the bus.

"Who was that?" Andy asked when I sat back down.

"An old friend." I smiled, knowing the gray skies might be opening up a bit.

--

About an hour passed, and no one was back yet.

"Are you hungry?" Andy asked.

"No I'm fine," I replied. I haven't had an appetite in almost three weeks. No one realized that I haven't eaten, and that's fine with me. It's not that I'm starving myself purposely, it's that whenever I'm having anxiety or depression for a long period of time, I don't eat.

Andy raised an eyebrow at me.

"Come to think of it, I haven't seen you eat. At all," he said accusingly.

"I do," I lied straight through my teeth.

"Did you eat today?" Andy questioned.

"I had a clementine this morning," I recalled eating the small orange when I woke up. Andy looked over at the wall clock.

"That was over nine hours ago," he pointed out. I felt myself flush and I turned away.

"What I do and don't do is my business, okay?" I snapped. Andy recoiled but then just stared at me.

The next hour or so there was just an awkward tension between us. I stood up to go to the bathroom and I felt Andy's eyes on me the entire time. I closed the bathroom door and stared at myself in the mirror. What is wrong with me? One minute I'm fine, the next I'm a wreck. I pulled my hair back into a bun and opened the door to leave. As soon as I stepped out, I was harshly pushed against a wall.