Seems Like Yesterday... (Keaton Stromberg) Book 2

Chapter Thirteen- A Message

Keaton's POV

All that was left in the venue was the excited chatter of our fans. We just finished our show, which was absolutely sick! One of the best so far. The fans were hyped and ecstatic. All the songs, they sang back to us with so much heart and soul. At one point, I just stood there, astonished, amazed. My whole body was tingling still. Skyler and all our other problems were gone in that hour. Now back to the bus and on to Huntington. Outside fans will most likely be waiting, but to be honest I'm not in the frame of mind to meet and smile. We won't be leaving for another hour or so, that gives the fans time to leave... That sounded so horrible. What I meant was by the time I go out there, they'll be gone. Okay, no way I say it will sound nice.

"Hey dude! You are coming?" Wes called out. Shaking my head I flop on a sofa, pulling out my phone.

"Not feeling too good. I'll stay here for a while." He gave me saddened look before sitting in my legs. I couldn't be bothered to complain and push him off. Peyton has been updating her twitter and Instagram constantly with pictures and updates if her and Skyler. Well the pictures if Skyler are her hiding her face and in her PJs. I noticed she was wearing my hoodie; I wondered where I had put it.

"I don't want you to forget about Skyler because she's the best thing that has ever happened to all if us. But just for this tour, let her go, focus on music and the fans." I love my brother, but I don't want to forget about her for this tour. Again I shook my head, pulling my legs from under Wes' butt. Loud shouts stopped us. Our merchandise seller stormed out the venue, his face full with rage. What is going on? Out of the dressing room came our manager, red from anger.

"Looks like we don't have a merch guy then." He exclaimed running a hand through his hair. Everyone was staring at him, confused. "Jay was stealing money from tin." We need a new guy. But on such short notice? Not possible. Well not easily.

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The night was chilly but it was welcoming. Inside the venue it is so stuffy that you can't think. Out in the world and the wilderness you can let your spirit fly, get in touch with your emotions. But now I'm stuck in a warm cramped bus, heading to Huntington Beach. We should get there around nine am tomorrow.

Why do I keep checking Peyton's twitter? It's not to see what she is doing though, it's to see what Sky is doing, how she is doing. There is no privacy with Peyton, everything they speak about seems to be up here. 'Skyler's house is nice', 'Skyler didn't drink any of her beer', 'she looks so sweet curled up in Keaton's hoodie'. Most of her feed was about Sky. Alexis was tweeting about her too, but more about what she was doing tomorrow; which was performing somewhere. All she said was performing a few songs to the public, no more, no less. The fact that Skyler is still wearing my hoodie makes me think that everything these stupid magazines say is lies. My head tells me it's all lies, and so does my heart. But Skyler seems to want to push me away. Yet she still wants me, I guess...

From the day I met her, I knew she was confusing and different. That has never changed, and somehow has never become annoying. Drew hasn't spoken much all night to me or Wes. He is heartbroken I imagine. Skyler made it seem like she will never see us again, but she has nowhere to stay, no money. We can't let her end up on the streets or somewhere horrible like that, no one deserves that.

As hard as I try, I can't sleep. For about an hour now I have been trying and failing dramatically. My phone vibrates next to me. Picking it up, my heart skips a beat as I see Skyler's name. It was a YouTube link, to a song I've never personally heard, but have heard her sing before. She told me it was an inspiring, emotional song that meant a lot to her once. The link was all that was in the message. Plugging in my headphones I listen to it. The song was Kiss It All Better by He is We. It was beautiful and I can imagine Skyler lying in bed alone, just wanting me to be there. Some words hit me hard, made me realise that, even though it's been a few hours or so since she broke up with me, I miss her. I miss her more than I thought was humanly possible.

Let's just pretend she is here with me. Pretend that her small body is pressed against mine as she slowly falls asleep in my arms. Unfortunately pretending does nothing, it makes me feel even worse. I need to see her again, try and talk to her. Stop her from making a huge mistake. This can be mended. It's not broken or hopeless. She wanted to protect me, that's more than anyone has ever done for me. But she did it in the wrong way. And I think she realises that as well.

~Two chapters in one night? I think yes! I had to start a new one on my phone because i wanted to write something but as i said my phone wouldnt update the previous chapter. SO here is another sort of filler chapter.

Im exhausted to be honest. I'm trying to upload more frequently for you all as it just feels like the right thing to do.

I havent much to say except comment on what you are enjoying and stuff and vote for this. Im so happy thay Welcome to the City of Angels got over 100,000 reads! I just need more votes on that one :( Please share it and get it out there in any way possible. It will really help me alot.

You need to listen to Kiss It All Better by He Is We because you'll understand better then

Anyway

Keep on smiling

Natty Out~