Because Mom Wasn't Enough

Oh no please don't abandon me

Vic's POV

"OHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGOD IMGETTINGMARRIEDTOMORROW OHMYGODOHMYGODOH--" Tony screeched as he ran around the house packing everything he needed for the wedding. Jaime slapped a hand over his mouth shutting him up.

"Bro! Chill!" Jaime ordered. Tony nodded and Jaime removed his hand. "You'll be fine! Everything is set up and ready. We're going to leave tonight and Jessica will meet us there. Why are you so worried? I've never seen you so stressed before." Tony sighed.

"Because I'm making a lifelong commitment to the girl I love and we're spending eternity together and I don't want to mess this up because I love her so much oh god what if she changes her mind and she doesn't really love me or she doesn't like the wedding and she hates me oh god Jaime I'm going to lose her!" Tony's speech ran together like drunken pastels down the stairway. He was practically in tears and collapsed in Jaime's arms. Jaime just stood there holding him up like a child and gave me a look begging for help. Time for super Vic to the rescue...for the X-teenth time.

"Tony! Chill! Jessica loves you just as much as you love her, she's not going to run out on you." Tony stared at me and his face fell even more.

"THEN SHE'S GOING TO RUN OUT ON ME!! OH JAIMEEEE!" He was sobbing into Jaime's shoulder and Jaime brought him over to the couch and calmed him down. After a few minutes they were both laughing at something Jaime said. What is going on with those two...

Jo stalked downstairs with messy hair and an irritated look on her face. She had just woken up and was dragging her bag behind her which she had procrastinated in packing untill last night. She dropped her bag next to the others by the door and walked into the kitchen where I was cooking breakfast.

"Hey, kiddo you ready to leave tonight?" I asked handing her the orange juice. She seemed to be drinking a lot of that in the past few days. She sipped in it and nodded her head. I laid some eggs on a plate and handed it to her. She cringed as she took it. "Hey they're not that bad!" I said. She rolled her eyes, and sat down to eat.

"Hey did you get my bag?" Mike called as he came prancing down the stairs. He was already dressed and completely awake, which was weird considering, well, it was Mike.

"Yeah, it's by the door with ours. Why are you so energetic? It's not even noon yet."

"Aww, I'm just pumped to get back on tour. And with ATL! With Barakat? Yeah, we need booze, and the good stuff!" He came bounding into the kitchen and searched through the alcohol cabinet.

"Hey, you hungry?"

"YES! Oh my gosh eggs? Yay!"

"Yeah, I made them myself." I handed him a plate.

"Ooohhh...nevermind..." Mike said, cringing away.

"Come on, what's wrong with my eggs?" I pouted. Mike placed a hand on my shoulder.

"Bro, your eggs taste like foot juice." He said bluntly. I rolled my eyes.

"They do not! And I for one will eat all of them!" I shoved a forkful in my mouth. Okay...maybe a little foot juicy...nope, a lot. I spit the mouthful out and Jo burst out laughing.

"HA! The cook can't even eat his own food!" She guffawed. The others laughed too and I decided we could just have pancakes...

"Where the fuck is all the vodka!?" Mike asked, chest deep in the alcohol cabinet. Jo got up and headed towards the couch.

"I don't know, Mike, you probably drank it all." I said as I poured myself some orange juice and took a sip. Instantly I knew where his vodka went. "Jo!?"

"Yes?" She asked from the couch.

"You spiked the juice!?" I asked walking towards her. She curled up between Jaime and Tony, who covered her protectively.

"Tony! Jaime! Don't let him hit meeeee!" They laughed and I stood in front of them with my hands on my hips. She looked up and sighed, standing up. "You wouldn't let me drink so I found a way." I sighed.

"Jo, this is really bad for you..."

"Yeah, well, shit happens."

"But Jo--"

"You're never going to get me to stop, so just quit trying to change me!" She snapped.

"I'm not trying to change you, I just don't want to see you get hurt."

"Huh, what a jar-pickle situation." I sighed. Fine I give up.

"Just...be careful." She nodded.

"I will, Dad, I'm not an alcoholic."

Later that night, once the bus arrived, the crew helped us pack up the bus with our bags and music equipment. We drove to the hotel near the church where Tony was getting married in the morning. Mike and I shared a room, Jaime and Tony in another and Jo roomed with Jessica. I guess it was bad luck for a couple to see each other like twenty four hours before the wedding or something...?