“BLAKE!” A familiar, deep voice yelled.
“What?” I whined.
“Wake up!” The voice said as someone pulled back the curtain, exposing my sleep-fragile eyes to the harsh light.
“Andy! What the hell are you doing?! I was trying to- wait. Andy?” I asked, jumping out of the bunk.
“Yup,” he said, popping the ‘p’ and smiling.
“What time is it?” I asked. Andy pulled his phone out of his pockets.
“Uh… four-thirty. That bonfire is at seven. Austin told me to come wake you up so you could walk around a bit and so he wouldn’t have to risk you possibly murdering him…?” he trailed off and made it sound like a question. I just nodded.
“Yeah, now leave! I need to get dressed!” I yelled as I shoved him into the living room area.
I walked over to my dresser thingy and pulled out my Bryan Stars “You Twerk We Mosh” shirt. I slipped on some ripped white skinnies. After getting dressed, I decided I would wear my African Wild Dog faux fur tail. I walked to the bathroom area and straightened my hair and did my usual heavy eyeliner. After putting on some black lipstick and my beat up Converse.
I walked out of the bus and immediately jumped on Austin’s back.
“Ow! Who the fuck? Oh, hi Blake,” Austin said.
“And you got mad at me for cussing,” I pouted.
“Whatever,” he said.
“Where is everyone else?” I ask.
“Not here yet. We are a bit ahead of schedule. Bands weren’t supposed to be showing up for another hour or so,” Jinxx explains.
“Blake!” Andy yells.
“What?” I yell back.
“Get yo’ ass over here!” he screams. I sigh and hop off of Austin’s back before walking over to Andy.
“What?” I ask.
“You and Blade are not to be drinking tonight. And if you do, you will both be grounded for the rest of tour,” he says, suddenly being the serious uncle.
“I know, Dad already gave me this lecture,” I say.
“Same with Juliet,” Blade says out of nowhere, causing me to jump.
“Shit,” I mutter, earning a smirk from Blade.
“Alright, alright. If you need anything, I’ll be with the guys. Stay safe. Meet some bands!” he yells over his shoulder as he walks to where Ash and CC were.
I look over at Blade. Tonight he is wearing a plain black V-neck and blood red skinny jeans. I notice something swish when he moves his shifts his weight.
“So,” he says, breaking the silence.
“Uh…” Damn you social awkwardness!
“Want to go… uh… get something to drink?” he asks.
“Yeah, but we might want to get it from one of the busses, someone may have done something,” I say, giggling at the thought.
“Yeah. All we have are Monster and water,” he says, looking at me.
“Ooh! Hold on! Be right back!” I say as I run to the bus.
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(BLAKE’S POV)
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Mourning Star (Sequel to Unbroken)
FanfictionCarter's daughter, Blake Wolf, has grown into a (semi) mature young woman, who has a knack for getting into trouble. How will J and the bands keep her in line? Will she fall in love with The Prophet's son?
