Fundamentally Loathsome

5. Bittersweet Memories

* DISCLAIMER: Contains explicit language, drug use, violent references, sexual content.

If I can't live without you, but I can't breathe when I'm with you; what are we really doing here? I don't wanna live without you, but God only knows what I've been through; because dying is all we're doing here...

"Hey, servant woman. Bring me a beer too!" Joey shouted over to Sid. Everyone was hanging out on the tour bus again today and they were all trying to drink away the thick tension that surrounded them lately.

Everyone had been drinking since about two that afternoon and it was now nearing six. Sid had gotten up from his spot beside Frankie to get them a couple of beers. Of course, Corey just had to knock Sid out of the way and took Frankie the beer instead. She accepted it anyway – beer is beer – and rolled her eyes at Corey.

Corey ignored her gesture and sat down beside her. Way too close for comfort in her eyes. Her heart sped up a bit when his arm brushed against hers. As much as she hated to admit it, being this close to him still drove her crazy.

"What's your fucking problem with me lately man?" Sid asked Corey as he walked back over to his former spot by Frankie on the couch. Corey scoffed at Sid and threw his arm over Frankie's shoulders. "You, Sidney, are invading my territory. And I don't appreciate that," Corey replied to him.

That struck a nerve to everyone. Multiple comments were heard but Sid's got the point across pretty quick. Without thinking, Sid's fist made contact with Corey's jaw. Hard. So hard that Corey's head whipped around to look straight at Frankie.

She shot up immediately and steadied herself as the alcohol washed over her brain. Corey was next to stand up and pushed Frankie out of the way, who was trying to get away from the scene. She hit the table behind her but stood back up and tried to process the scene that was unfolding in front of her. The two men were throwing blind fists towards each other and everything around them.

Frankie's eyes shot over to Shawn and Jim who were standing up to pull the other two apart. Shawn took Corey off the bus while Jim held Sid in place. She could see that Sid's nose was bleeding and he had a small cut above his eyebrow. She rushed over to him. "You okay? What the hell was that for? Are you insane?" She asked all at once.

Sid just shook his head at her, looking ashamed. He felt like he overstepped and ruined any chance he would have had with her. "I'm fine," Was all he said. She looked up to Jim, who had an unreadable expression on his face. Frankie walked back over to her previous seat and grabbed her pack of smokes from the small table beside the couch.

"I'm gonna have a smoke and check on Corey," She said softly and looking down as the left the bus.

"Hey man. Something is gonna have to change around here. We can't finish the tour with you two like this," Jim explained to Sid. Sid nodded, agreeing. There had to be a band to perform, after all.

"He just talks as if she's a fucking object that he bought and signed for. It makes me sick. I mean, you heard him. He called her his territory," Sid seethed.

"Well. It sounds like either you and Corey or the three of you need to sit down, have a talk, and figure some shit out to finish the tour. We've still got seven months to go." Jim said, walking to the back of the bus. The other guys were either in their bunks by now or engaged in their own drunken conversations. Sid sighed heavily and ran his fingers through his hair. Where did this all go wrong?