Remember Me?

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"Arabella come on you need to start packing your shit," my best friend said.

"Calm yourself Austin. I'm too tired to move. Just let me sleeep," I groaned as Austin ripped the sheets off of me.

"Aribeller. Get your ass up before I toss you over my shoulder and just put you in the bus as you are," he giggled and smirked down at me.

"You know I hate that nickname you butt" I mumble as I throw my pillow over in his direction. He slapped my ass with the pillow and started laughing.

"Come on Bella, your dream is waiting for you! You know you want to get up and start shooting all the hot people at Warped," Austin winked as he was jumping on my bed.

Well I guess I should tell you about me. My name is Arabella Mack and I am 25 years old with red hair, tattoos all over me, and a piercing on my nose. My passion is photography, it has been since I started taking a class back in high school. Music and taking photos was what kept me going, and what still keeps me going. My past has been a really rough one I guess, or at least for me it was.

Austin and I met ironically in my photo class when I was a sophomore in high school. He was this lanky baseball star back then. And I was one of the softball players on the high school team. We didn't really talk that much in class, it was our teacher who first made us really talk. He had assigned us with a photo assignment with it focusing f-stops on our camera. Our teacher was very lax on what we took pictures on, he wanted us to interpret it our own way.

I noticed Austin wearing a band shirt and I decided to comment on it hoping it would start a conversation. And thankfully it did, we took pictures of some bands from our school and then we bonded over our love of music. Austin was always there for me, he was like an older brother to me. He was there through everything, my parents divorce, the cutting, the hair pulling, the scratching, bad break ups, whatever was thrown at me Austin was there to pick me up and carry me through it.

I was always there for him too, when his mom died he was devastated. I was too, she was like a second mom to me. I stayed at his house a lot, most of the time I didn't even leave. His dad didn't care that I slept in the same bed with Austin, he knew we were like brother and sister. He was really thankful that I was there for them. They both would've starved if it hadn't been for me cooking for them. That always made me laugh a little, none of them knew how to properly cook and I was always helping his mom cook whenever I was over too.

So now I'm here getting ready to go on tour with Austin's band Of Mice & Men. I've listened to them whenever I got the chance to. I love listening to music while I'm shooting. I think it really helps set the mood in a way.

Someone interrupted my thoughts as I felt a sock hit the back of my head.

"Arabella! Come on you lazy ass we need to go. This ginger doesn't like to be late like we already are," Alan whiningly said throwing another sock hitting my forehead.

I throw it back hitting his balls. "Alan," I laugh, "you really need to remember I used to be a softball player. I don't think your whores would like it too much if you start shrinking because I keep hitting you." I smirked and started laughing with Austin. He was rolling on the floor holding his stomach as tears were rolling down his face.

Alan on the other hand was doubled over groaning holding his middle finger at me.

"Ugh you suck Bella. Austin shut up it's not funny."

Austin got up and wiped the tears off of his cheeks. "Oh my little ginger princess, I'm sorry that you can't take what you serve out," he says patting Alan on the back and leaving my room yelling back, "Guys I'm going to head to the bus, hurry up Arabella if you want to go!"

I yell back okay and start shoving stuff into my bags making sure to get my camera and lenses. Austin being the amazing friend that he is, hooked me up with a job photographing at Vans Warped Tour. Which has been my dream ever since high school.

Alan hops on my bed bouncing up and down like a little child.

"Why do girls take so much stuff. They go for a three day vacation and they pack five bags. It doesn't make sense."

"Well my little unicorn, the reason why we take so much stuff is because we always come prepared. Date night? Yup we got that. Going to the beach? Here's my swim suit. And we have make up so there's a lot of room taken up by just that," I say.

I've always had a crush on Alan, he was so sweet to me most of the time. He always made me laugh when I need one and bring me up when I was down. He was a really good friend but I've always wanted to be just more than friends. I figured Alan didn't feel the same way, I mean he has a girlfriend at the moment anyway so that kinda burns my chances of anything happening on this tour. I groan loudly forgetting that Alan was still in the room.

"What's the matter Airbeller?"

"What? Oh nothing just guy troubles I guess," I moan a little as Alan gives me a weird look, "but he has a girlfriend so there's so chance." I give him a huge fake smile and he knows it. He frowns a little, "I'm sorry Bella."

"I'll be okay I guess, come on let's go"

I get up with my bags and hand some to Alan as I bump hips with him and walk out of my apartment to the bus.