Arabella || Luke Hemmings

d.c.

November 12, 1984 - Washington, D.C.

Professionally having a second album to the band's name was incredible. Though, it was a highly stressful journey to this point than the first album was.

"We're here with Kosmic, on their tour bus and they just released their second album!" The man exclaimed, seemingly more excited about the album than Kosmic were. "How does it feel to have a second piece of work out?"

"It's by far amazing," Loch started. "We struggled up to this point and to finally have the album in our hands - it feels incredible."

"I think with a band like Kosmic, you guys make it to where listeners feel the pain you're singing about. I listened to the album, fully through, about three times and each time I just sat there like 'shit, I feel their pain. I feel empty.' It's a quality that very few musicians can emit from their message."

"From the beginning we've always been set on making sure everyone feels something with our music. Our saying is 'If they don't feel something by the end, then maybe we're doing something wrong', so then we go back and calculate our work to perfection." Haze nodded in agreement to Arabella statement.

"I enjoy the fun tunes you guys have on the album too."

"Upbeat, fun songs are a must, we didn't want to give people the album and have them sit through almost an hour of depressing songs. We had to switch it up." Jax tried making light of the situation.

"Arabella, can you tell me a little bit about things between you and Luke?"

How subtle was he with changing the subject.

"All right," Ian stepped in. "That's enough questions for today. Thank you sir for coming and interviewing Kosmic."

The group of them chuckled at how pushy Ian was at trying to get the guy out of the bus. He practically shoved the guy's belongings in his hands and pushed him out.

Four took off right away, no one liked staying in the tour bus for more than the required amount of driving time. But Arabella stayed back to clean up her bunk a bit, because she knew she would be too lazy to do it after tonight's show.

She stepped out of the bus to see Josh lingering around the area, looking down at his phone. If he was anyone else, he'd have fans screaming at the top of their lungs for pictures and autographs, he was lucky he was basically a nobody.

"Shouldn't you be in sound check?" Arabella asked.

"I think Fizzy can last without their guitarist for a change." Josh smiled, placing his phone in the pocket of his jacket.

Arabella rolled my eyes, scoffing, "Yeah, at the rate you guys are going I don't think Fizzy will last at all."

The next seconds go by so quickly, that Arabella could barely comprehend that this guy had her pinned against the tour bus.

"Do you want to repeat that?" Josh said through his teeth, gripping her chin as she tried to look to the left for any sign of fans or anyone to help.

"This isn't funny, you fucking dick." She tried shoving him away, only to be pinned back harder.

Josh began placing rough kisses to her jaw line. She squeezed her eyes shut, locking the tears inside. Never in a moment had she ever felt so helpless and defeated.

"Get off of me!" She croaked, her voice trembling greatly.

His hands traced down her body, stopping at the button of her jeans. She squeezed her legs together, knowing where his hand wanted to go. She couldn't let this happen.

"Stop playing hard to get Bell," Josh dryly chuckled, trying to pry her legs apart.

"Hey!"

Josh turned to the source of the voice.

"Get off of her!" Michael was running, actually running for the first time in his life, to help me. He ran like his life depended on it even though he hand a bowl of popcorn in one hand.

"This isn't any of your business, Michael." Josh retorted.

Michael shoved the younger idiot after dropping the bowl to the ground, "It's my business because that's my friend." Michael grabbed Arabella's hand, placing her behind him. Her cheeks felt sticky with stains of tears and she couldn't even feel her heart beating.

"You won't do shit to me." Josh tried standing his ground, though the look of fear in his eyes.

"You're right," Josh let out a sigh at Michael words. "I won't do shit because you aren't worth it."

Arabella gripped Michael's hand harder.

"But don't worry, you have hell coming your way." Michael clutched Arabella's hand harder, probably because he was angry, she could feel the heat radiating from his body.