Touring With The Band (PTV Brothers)

Chapter 3

Vivi's POV

"Vivi, come on! We're going to the food tent for, well, food!" Vic yelled to me, as was in my bunk.

"Okay, coming!" I returned, swinging my legs out of my bunk before hopping down. I wiped my cheeks quickly of tears, and put a fake smile on my face. I was crying because of the hate. I didn't know why I tortured myself like that, but I did. I read hate messages, on Twitter, Instagram, even Tumblr. It was horrible. People hated me for things I had no control over, like being Pierce The Veil's little sister.

"Wait, I've got an idea!" Mike said as I walked into the front room. "Let's have piggy back races!"

"I'm not sure that's a good idea. I mean, somebody can get hurt-" Vic started.

"Oh, relax. We'll be careful. Now, I call Vivi!" Jaime said.

"What? No! I want her!" Tony said.

"I think, since I was there when she was born, I should carry Vivi." Mike said.

"Too late!" Jaime said, before throwing me over his shoulder and running out the door.

"Jaime!" I screamed. He laughed in response.

"You're cheating! That's not piggy back!" Tony called.

"You drop her, you're dead!" Vic shouted.

"This is going to look great on Instagram!" Mike yelled.

"What is up with you and Instagram?" I asked.

He shrugged. "It's fun!"

Jaime stopped running and placed me on the ground. I stood still for a second, as everything was spinning, and I was light headed.

"Jaime!" I complained. "You made all the blood rush to my head!"

He laughed and kissed my forehead. "Sorry, Vivi."

I smiled at him. "It's alright."

Mike grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the food tent. "What do you want? I'll get your food." Mike said.

"Oh, no, it's fine. I can grab my own." I told him.

"No. Go find us a table, and I'll grab your food. You want fries, right?" He said. I nodded. "Alright. Now, go find a table with the guys." With that, he walked towards the long line of band members for food.

I looked behind me for Vic, Tony, or Jaime, but they were all talking to others. I didn't want to interrupt them, so I decided to find a table by myself, and text the others when I find it.

I sighed, looking at the mass of people swarming the food and tables, before looking at the guys once more. They were busy talking and laughing now, with a group of people, and I didn't want to interrupt that.

I submersed myself into the crowd of people, ignoring my racing heart and heavy pants. I shouldn't be panicking over finding a f***ing table.

"Excuse me, sorry, didn't mean to bump you." Excuses were tumbling out of my mouth as I bumped into more and more people. Everybody simply smiled at me before walking off, forgiving me instantly, but I still worried. There was a hole in the crowd, and through it, I saw a table that would fit us. I hurried over to it, but before I actually got to the table, I tripped and fell down, rolling my ankle.

I didn't know up from down as more and more people started walking around me. I didn't think they even noticed me. I couldn't stand, and there was just so many people. Too many people. My breathing became heavier, and I struggled for breaths. Why is it so hard to breathe? How could I possibly forget how to breathe? Somehow, I did.