Stitched Up Hearts (HIATUS/POSSIBLY DISCONTINUED)

Chapter 1: In The Beginning

((Btw: This is all in Andy's POV unless otherwise noted! Enjoy :) ))
"Hey Andy! Dude what are you doing?"
I looked around, coming out of my own head. The faces in the crowd stared back at me, millions. I looked down at my hand at the microphone, remembering where I was. I had blanked in the middle of a song-something I never really did before.
Jake was saving it by playing an insane guitar solo, and it sounded great, just really rough due to its improvision.
I raised the microphone and, once the solo was over and I recognized the tune, I jump back in as though nothing happened.           
My eyes searched the crowd. That girl, where did she go?
It was her that made me blank, I swear.
Later, after the show, I helped everyone pack up the instruments and equipment. My eyes were still on the lookout for that girl, even as I talked with the guys and loaded up the bus.

"So why did you suddenly blank out man? You know I Am Bulletproof backwards, forwards and upside down," Ashley told me, gently laying his bass on top of most of the boxes, almost as if it were a newborn baby.
"Yeah uh, I-I'm sorry," I responded. My eyes twitched, scanning every movement surrounding us.

This is ridiculous man. Get ahold of yourself she's just another fan.
"I probably just got distracted," I add quietly.
Ashley whistles, "That's new!"
Jinxx walks past and calls over his shoulder, "Go get it dude!"
I laugh, leaning against the bus wall, "I'm not Ashley."
Ashley smirked and wriggled his shoulders, I assume trying to imitate what being seductive looks like, "Yeah I'm Mr. Steal Your Girl."
I look at him, "But that's the thing," I say, seriously, "She was beautiful, but she was different from the others. Quiet. She wasn't moshing or singing, just looking at me."
I shivered, remembering her grey blue eyes. She was right up front, dressed in black, like she was the most dedicated fan of ours. Her hair was silver brown, with cotton candy pink tips and she wore deep purple lip stick, which seemed to really set off her dark-lined and shaded eyes. But after I came to, she wasn't there anymore, as if she never was.
And another thing about her, she carried a violin case. And her eyes bore into me with a power only she apparently possessed.
Well thoughts of her followed me the rest of the day. I felt a weight on my back, the weight of curiosity. My heart felt heavy and it nearly drove me insane.

It was especially noticeable when we stopped to get food.
Nothing looked good, not even my favorite foods. I just didn't care about eating.
"Dude you gotta eat," Ashley told me, walking over with a Starbucks frappuccino in one hand and an espresso shot in the other.  He offered me the espresso shot and I took it silently.
"I just don't feel right," I replied after a long minute. I zipped up my sweatshirt and forced a smile.
"Like, you feel sick?"
"Well, I don't know. I just don't feel like eating. I feel heavy and light at the same time. Something's wrong I just, I-I don't know what," I replied miserably, throwing the now-empty cup away.
Ashley nods, "Well I'm no genius, but it sounds an awful lot like a crush," he replied bluntly.
"No no not really...well..."
He patted my shoulder, "Hey don't worry. You'll probably see her again."
I nodded, feeling weight of the lie only being added to my back.
The night I couldn't sleep. Everytime I turned or tossed, another image of her would burn into my eyes. After hours of trying to sleep, I threw off my bunk covers and went to the bathroom, expertly picking my way through the dark. I searched the medicine cabinet, trying to remember if we had any sleeping medication. After a good solid five minutes of fruitless search, I gently slammed the cabinet door shut and walked to the kitchen area to get water.

"Hey Andy."
I looked over to see CC at the bar, a bottle of whiskey in his hand. He must have not been there very long since he didn't seem drunk.
"Hi CC. Couldn't sleep?"
He nodded and watched as I sat on the stool next to him, "And by the looks of it, you can't either. I guess it isn't stress about tomorrow?"
I silently looked at him, making no move for the water, "In a way."
"Or is it the lady," he asked, adding onto the early question.
"She won't let me sleep," I agreed, leaning onto the counter, "I just don't get it."
"She was different. I saw her too-just she didn't make me stop in my tracks," he responds, taking another swig.
"So it is reasonable to assume you had a love at first sight thing happen," he continued, exhaling from the burning sensation of the alcohol I imagine.
"Oh great. You and Ashley both seem to think so," I replied.
"Well, Ashley would know wouldn't he," Chris responded, chuckling. I only nodded in agreement and silence once again fell in the room for a few moments.
"I felt like she had some kind of power," I finally confess.
Chris took another long swig of whiskey, silent.
"Dude I'm serious."
"Y'know, I'm the one drinking here. And you're still the delirious one."
"Seriously, Chris. You saw her."
"Yes with my own two eyes. She didn't stick out that much," he replies, looking me right in the eye.
"I don't know Chris...I need to see her again. I'm filled with that need," I say softly, more telling myself than Chris.
"Well, it still sounds like a crush to me."
"Perhaps," I sigh.
Rain pattered on the bus roof and thunder boomed softly outside. Lighting flashed brightly, illuminating the bus through the windows. The one light over the bar and kitchen sputtered a few times but never went out.
"A piece of advice," he said, after another long silence.
"What's that?"
He sighed, "Talk to her. If you get the chance."

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