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Emmas POV

As i entered their bus the smell of liquor and weed overwhelmed me, Jesse and Clinton were in the corner passing a blunt back and forth between each other, Christian was on the couch playing video games, sipping on a beer, Pat was in his bed on his phone, and a tipsy Mitchel was standing in front of me. "Come chill with us", Mitchel places his hand on the small of my back and leads me to a table with a bunch of alcohol on it. We took a couple of shots and we grabbed a beer, he then led me to the other couch Jesse and Clinton were on. They passed the blunt to Mitchel, then to me, and we kept doing that till it was gone. We all talked and i had a great time.

By now mostly every one was asleep and me and Mitchel were still on the couches talking, there was a little door between the couch area and beds so we didn't have to be that quiet. "So sunshine, if you could go one place where would it be" he takes a swig of his beer. "um" i thought for a second "probably Malibu". "Why there" he asks with curiosity. "Well my dad talked about it all the time" i let out a nervous laugh "when he got sick he would always tell me 'when i get better we're gonna go to Malibu'" i look down and sigh. Mitchel brings his hand to my cheek and lifts my head. "why don't you ever go? you don't live that far" he brings his hand down to mine and holds it tight. "i want to, don't get me wrong, i just don't know if i could" I tried to fight the tears forming in my eyes, I hate talking about my dad cause he's gone and thinking about him makes me cry. "Sunshine.." he whispers, he leans his head in closer to mine, i thought he was going to kiss me but instead he backed away and cleared his throat. "i..i think we should go to sleep, we have a long day tomorrow" he sighed "you can sleep in my bunk its the first one on the right, second row" he sighed once again but this time it was deeper. I stood up and looked at him confused and i got in his bunk. When i laid down i was intoxicated by his smell, everything smelled like him, and his cologne. I pulled his blanket to my neck and i drifted off to sleep.

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An alarm pulled me out of my sleep and riley was waking everyone up. I panicked and remembered i was in the wrong bus, I pulled the blanket off of me and jumped down from the bunk. Everyone was rustling around and getting ready, Mitchel sat up from the couch and rubbed his eyes, he looked really cute when he was tired. I shuffled my thoughts around, told the boys bye and ran to find my bus. On the way out i ran into Kevin, the tour manager. "What were you doing in there" he says sternly. "oh i-i was getting something i had gave to Mitchel yesterday" i stuttered. "Mhm and what would that be" he said and his eyes narrowed a bit. Before any words came out he laughed, i shot him a confused look and he replied "its okay im just playing around, i know you stayed in there, i saw you sneak out, you're not very sneaky" i nervously laughed and looked at the ground "So you're not mad" i manage to get out. "No. Ive seen the way that kid looks at you, and how he begged me to let you come on the tour, im okay with it if its only a couple of times,don't tell anyone though" he winked at me. "i don't let people do that often, but i like you" he chuckled as he walked off. "Almost got caught did ya Monty" i jumped and turned to see a smirking Clinton,  "shut up" i laughed "and don't call me by my last name" I say playfully.

-time skip:)-

It was June 29th and we were in Las Vegas, i got ready as normal, i pulled my long brown hair into a high ponytail and changed into some high waisted jean shorts and a Vans Warped Tour shirt that i cropped a little paired with some checkered vans.

I walk out of my bus and i head to the boys', me and Mitchel usually walk around before the gates open. "Hey Mitchel wh-.." I cut myself off as he walked by not even looking at me. "What's wrong with Mitchel"  i ask Christian who's now standing in the doorway. "come in" he waves at the bus.

The rest of the boys are all out and about so it's just us, we sit in the couches and he sighs deeply. "You remember Angeline" he ask and i reply with a small nod. "Well every summer she comes down here to her dads house, and Mitchel went to warped tour last year with her, he's just afraid he'll see her today". He looked down with a worried expression "Emma, I just, i really want him to be okay" he fiddled with his fingers. "He will, we just need to be there for him when he needs it" i placed my hands into of his, trying to calm him. "Thanks for being so nice" he let out a nervous laugh.

They boys had just finished their set and were coming off stage, i signaled at Mitchel that i wanted to talk to him. He grabbed a water bottle from Riley and walked over to me. "Hey i just wanna talk about..." i cut myself off once again when i noticed he was staring behind me with a firm jaw. I turn and i see it, i see her, and she's walking right towards us.

It was Angeline, her long silky jet black hair swayed in the wind and her thin, dark, curvy figure walked like a supermodel, she was beautiful. Mitchel was now standing next to me with worry and fear painted on his face covered with a smile, he wasn't very good at fake smiles. "Oh hey Mit, good to see you again baby" his jaw clinched a little harder when she said 'baby'. "Who's this" She asked with curiosity and playfulness written in her face. Before i could open my mouth he confidently blurted out "This is my girlfriend emma" he snaked his arm around my waist and pulled me closer to him, which sent a chill down my spine. A look of shock took over our faces as she let out a hard laugh. "You're kidding me right, you're still such a bad liar, if she's your girlfriend then prove it" she raised her brow. Mitchel looked down at me and gave me a look i can't really describe, he gently placed his hands on the sides of my face and pulled our lips together. My hands attached to his sides, everything around me faded and all i felt was pure bliss.

i actually updated and didn't wait a whole month wow. improvement. and i'm not even gonna ask for feedback this time cause no one does it anyways hahah, happy halloween btw :)

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