Mourning Star (Sequel to Unbroken)

Better Think Of Something Good To Say...

(((ONE MONTH LATER)))

“BLAKE! GET UP! WE HAVE AN IDEA!” I heard Uncle Ash yell.

“What the hell are you doing here?” I ask sleepily.  I hear several chuckles before the curtain is ripped open, exposing me to the harsh sun.

“Get up and get dressed,” Ashley said as he threw a bag at me.  “That is from Savv and Meri,” he added before walking away.

“Ugh,” I groaned as I almost fell out of my bunk and went to the bathroom.  I took a quick shower and blow dried my hair.  After wrapping a towel around my body, I looked in the bag.  There was a cut off black tee that was ripped and distressed.  Under that was a pair of ripped black skinnies and three belts.  One of the belts had the BVB pentacharm on it.  There were also four purple bandanas and a note next to a jar of paint.

“Blake,

Wear this and do your war paint for the concert tonight! Can’t wait to see you!

XOXO

Autie Mee and Savv”

Was all it said.

“Where are we!?” I yelled to the guys.  I heard a laugh.

“Almost to Phoenix!” Austin yelled back.

“Thanks!”

“Welcome!”

I put the shirt and jeans on and strapped all of the belts on my waist.  I tied a bandana to my belt loop and one on each of my upper arms.  I put the fourth one on my wrist with all of my bracelets and called it good. 

What the hell did Mee mean by “your war paint”?

WAAIIITTTT.

When I was younger and went to concerts with BVB they would always do thick tiger stripes.  My paint was almost a mix between Dahvie’s and Ashley’s. 

I grabbed the tub and started to draw thick lines on my stomach.  I gasped when the black goo came in contact with my skin.  It was so fucking cold! 

After I put three lines on either side of my stomach, I put two on each forearm and two on each side of my neck.  Finally, I got to my face.  I quickly put on some eyeliner and foundation before drawing three thick lines on my cheeks.  I spiked my purple and green hair after teasing it and slipped on my combat boots and Mum’s locket.  At last minute, I decided to add some black lipstick for extra effect.

I walked out of the bathroom and over to my bunk.  I slipped my phone, Mum’s iPod, ear buds, and my wallet in my pockets before walking into the front room.

After walking in, I heard several gasps and one grunt.  Looking around the room, I noticed it was only Austin, Alan, Ashley, and Andy.

“Where’s everyone else?” I ask. 

“Tino is asleep, and Aaron and Phil are on some other band’s bus,” Alan explained.  Austin did NOT look happy.  I nodded then turned to Andy and Ash.

“Why, may I ask, is your wife and daughter having me wear this?” I ask Ash, who just shrugged.

“I don’t know, she said to make sure you did though, so that is why we are still on here,” he explained.

“Oh,”

“Yeah, are you coming to the show tonight?” Andy asks me as I sit, carefully because my paint is still wet, on the couch next to Austin.

“No, I got dolled up and put war paint on for nothing,” I say in a sarcastic tone.

“Just making sure!” Andy said, holding his arms up in surrender.