Things Have Changed For Me

18!

Luna's POV:

Charlotte had fallen asleep on my shoulder while we were sitting on the bus sofa, so I carefully moved her head onto the sofa side, and moved her legs onto it too, so it wouldn't be in an awkward position.

We were on our way to America, for the rest of our tour, traveling America for a month, at least there was a damn Hot Topic that was available. Unlike fucking england.

I remembered when I was in the orphanage, that's what england felt like, minimum spending and virtually no access to Hot Topic unless it was the time of the year that we were allowed to buy new clothes.

Comiccon was 2 shows away, but we weren't playing ComicCon, we were going there because why not, and we had 6 boring days off from concerts, and we would be bored off our asses. Connie and I were basically the only ones that wrote songs, because either Charlotte would procrastinate and Chloe would break down, and we wouldn't have any songs if they were in charge of songwriting.

ComicCon was like mine and Connie's 5 days off from songwriting, and we might have to show FVK some places here, as they're from England, and we're used to Americas temperatures and by the way they dressed in England, they weren't ready for the fucking 50 degree sun, as it was the middle of summer.

At least we had Hot Topic now, I needed more tank tops and shorts and gloves to cover my arms.

I was already in a tank top, as it was like 40 something degrees here, and you could see FVK and their bus beside ours, and they were in fucking suits, who the fuck even wears suits while playing? Especially Shane, Drew, Kier and fucking Laurence, they had to play guitars but at least Luke could get cooler by playing drums.

I face palmed and slapped myself internally while getting off the bus to die. I was prone to fainting and America is not the country you want to live in if you faint. I had to carry around a tiny battery-powered fan so I couldn't over-heat as you would probably call it.

I would faint at the most unpredictable times, but you could probably guess because I would 'Sway around in a circle and become unresponsive' as Gerard calls it, then I would fall.

I kept the fan closer to my forehead and the top of my head, because that's what mainly causes me to faint, the sweat from my scalp, as my hair would just make it worse.

Summer was the worst holiday in my opinion, as both the weather and the kids were released from school and the sky. I hated small children with a passion, except Bandit, because at least Bandit was cute.

Other kids would just fucking stare at me, because of my piercings were apparently 'Scary and a bad influence' as parents would whisper when I walked past unaware that I could hear them.

Probably fucking christian parents or some shit.

Connie and Charlotte came out as well, dragging a sleeping Chloe and dropping her in the sun, earning a Vampire-like hiss from her. “Jesus Christ!” She groans realising she's on gravel and asphalt now. “Gonna have fucking stone marks on my back now” She moans, and I chuckle, nearly dropping my fan but I manage to regain control of it.