Falling Into Place (Jaime Preciado) (*PTV* Fanfic 1)

36. "What the fuck, Ferret?"

*JAIME*

"Calm your shit, Jaime!" Tony yelled as I punched the wall in the green room causing some of the paint on the brick wall to peel off with the shock of pain rushing through my fist radiating to my shoulder, shuddering the scars that covered my shoulder.

She's been here the whole freaking time! Why the fuck haven't I noticed it? Why the fuck hasn't anyone told my fucking oblivious ass? It's probably why my dreams have been running fucking rapid with her in them, she was on my mind all day, all night. There was no escaping her. And now I know she's here with a mile of me and has been for the last few WEEKS? FUCK I don't know what I'm going to do. "no! Why didn't you guys tell me she was here too?!" I yelled, going to punch something else but my arms were stopped by Mike, holding my elbows behind my back.

"Because We didn't even know until a week or so into the tour!" Tony said as calmly as he could standing in front of my face "you seriously need to calm yourself down Hime." he nodded as Mike pushed me back onto the broken-down leather couch.

I looked to Tony as I crossed my arms. "how would you react if the girl you fell in love with, then broke your heart into a million fucking pieces, showed up in some random ass country AND not to mention, has been on the same god damn tour with you for 2 fucking weeks and you JUST now figure it out? Yeah. I think I have a right to be pissed right now." I snapped in a low growl. Trying to keep my composure but couldn't help the memories come flooding back into my mind. Letting a few tears fall from my eyes. I still fucking loved that girl. No matter how many angry one-night stands I had, no matter who I'd try to date after she left, no one would work out because they weren't Laney, They weren't the beautiful, funny, talented, caring, sarcastic little shit I fell in love with the day I met her. I was digging the hole deeper and deeper until I gave up. "and I still fucking love her." I mumbled under my breath to myself, looking away from all the guys on my shoulder.

They went silent. "why don't you go and talk to her?" Vic said. Talk to her? She obviously doesn't want to talk to me, nor do I, her. Although I can't get her face out of my mind... or her smile, her laugh, and Those eyes... I just wanted to – No.

"God Fuck!" I yelled, almost flipping over the tiny coffee table that was in front of me as I stood up and stormed back to the bus. I stopped and looked over to Bring Me's bus which was parked next to ours, seeing Hannah and Jordan talking to Oli and Tino while on the couch. I walked over to their door. I needed to talk to her. I know she's on there. My heart was telling me to chase after her when I saw her in front of the stage, but I couldn't leave in the middle of the set. I will probably regret that decision for the rest of my life now. I held my hand up to knock and felt a hand on my shoulder "just leave her Hime. Talk to her tomorrow." Mike persuaded while holding my fist back from knocking. I sighed and gave in as he escorted us back to the bus.

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-the next day- Hamburg, Germany.

*LANEY*

I rolled myself off of the couch where I had been sitting for the last 4 hours, not being able to sleep at all after my dreams woke me up by throwing Jaime's face at me everywhere I my mind decided it wanted to turn. I even saw him in my damn coffee bubbles this morning.

I headed into the bathroom to fix my hair for the day, deciding on a high bun with my oversized black bow I took everywhere. Jordan would always tell me it made me look like Minnie Mouse, but it made me happy too, and after yesterday's breakdown I needed a little happiness in my life. I changed out of the clothes I had slept in and just changed into my neon green spaghetti strap tank and jean shorts, pulling on my black vans as I waited for Tony.