Sleeping, With Saints and Apparitions (Tony Perry Fanfiction) [discontinued]

It's 12th And Hide On A Sunday

Jillian Stewart

|Feb. 2nd 12:36pm| Walnut Creek

“How long have you’ve been out here?” a voice asked. I looked up from my screen for a second before turning my attention back on the 309 unread emails.

“Since we got on the bus.” I bluntly replied as I took a sip of my third cup of coffee.

“What are you doing?” Levi asked as he slid into the booth across from me.

“Emails.” I replied while keeping my focus on the email from Rise Records.

“On?” He questioned. I huffed in response and quickly typed a response.

“Back to back touring. A tour right after this until mid-May with Real Friends, Lights, Dayshell, The Almost, and Stick To Your Guns. Another one exactly after that one with Issues, Breathe Carolina, Crown the Empire, We Came As Romans and Of Mice & Men for a couple weeks. Warped tour US and AU. And then a record deal to switch labels.”

“Damn mate, that’s like nine months of touring back to back.” He said. I sighed and nodded in agreement, closing my laptop.

“I know, I know.” I sighed again and let my head hit the laptop. That’s the one thing I hate about the music industry. I’ve been so out of the loop with touring they still wanted an album whether our lead singer was out of it or not. I was literally just shitting out inspiration, then waiting and waiting to shit out more inspiration only to be thrown on a tour bus for about nine months and then be expected to shit out more inspiration for our 5th album that hasn’t even been discussed yet.

“Have you even spoken to the rest of the band?” I groaned and mumbled some incoherent words before shaking my head. “I think you should at least talk to them.” He urged. “They’re not mad at you.” I snorted and lift my head up.

“I’m going to find a Starbucks.” I got up and grabbed my Vans on the floor next to me. Thank God I had clothes on. I don’t think I would’ve been able to walk into the bunk area and deal with the stares from my band.

“Wait!” Levi called. He ran to the bunks. I stared at the spot where he was and shrugged my shoulders, grabbing my ID from the counter. When I looked back up the empty spot was once again occupied, but not by Levi.

“Jace?” his blue eyes pierced through mine as he shrugged his shoulders.

“I came to ask if you would pick me up a-”

“Cherry Mocha. Yeah sure.” I cut him off.

“Hey Jillian?” I turned around.

“Yeah?”

“Welcome back.”

                                                       

I walked off the bus and breathed in the cool air. I always wanted to live in Northern California but never had the energy to do so. I wish I did. It’s beautiful out here. Sunny, breezy air, clear blue skies. I took my phone out and took a photo, posting it on Instagram. Caption: Walnut Creek is beautiful.

“Simply-”

“Beautiful.” I gasped. “I almost didn’t notice you with all the tattoos.” I must be losing my marbles. I turned around to face the poser when I dropped my phone.

“What are you doing in Walnut Creek?” I asked while trying not to pass out in front of him. He looked no different than he did last night, the only difference was the snapback placed on his head.