October 31st, Halloween Night
~ Kras POV ~"Show's gonna be INSANE tonight!! Kinda mad it's on Halloween thou. We won't be able to hit any good parties" Mitchel said walking into the back room
"What do you mean mate? Back in Texas they were passing around joints. You really think the fans won't go hard tonight?" Jesse asked getting ready to do his stick warm ups.
What Jesse said was true, our fans go hard during our sets. Haven't preformed a show I didn't love the energy of. I did however partially agree with Mitchel. We've been on tour for two months and we're just now coming off of a week and a half straight of touring. I was in need of a day off. Mentally and physically.
I pulled out my phone. Needing a quick distraction before the pre show antics began. Unlocking with my thumb before it even leaves my pocket I tap on Instagram, waiting for the photos to start loading. Not before long they start coming into focus.
My heart speeds up just slightly when the first photo at the top of my feed is y/n. We ran into each other this summer on warped. She was initially following a couple of dates but somehow ended up with the dickies girls and stayed the rest of tour. Helping them sell merch and create digital content for their shoppers.
~ flashback: June 29, 2018~
"Oh shit, sorry man. Wasn't paying much attention" y/n said. Bracing her hand on my arm as she slowly turned around. "Hey, wait; you just performed not to long ago. Chase Atlantic. Your music slaps!!"
I couldn't help but laugh. "Slaps??! What is that suppose to mean? I hope it means good." I respond taken aback.
Now it was her time to start laughing. And damn; if I could get that sound in an audio recording I would.
"No man" she replied "slaps is a good thing. Think of it as....a rager, something that gets you going.....songs you would blast with the windows down while driving at 3 in the morning."
"Alright, still not quiet sure I know where you're going with this but I'll give it to you. "
~flash forward: July 9, 2018~
"Come on Mitchel, we wouldn't have to be out in the heat if you didn't piss off Clinton" I yelled growing more and more frustrated.
We had just finished our set for the day. We had a 1pm time slot leaving us open for the rest of the afternoon."Really Kras, you're gonna blame all this on me??"
"Yes Mitchel, I am" I snapped back
"You know what Kras? I strictly remember you being right next to me the entire time. So if you could cut me some sla—-"
"MITCHEL, I was specifically telling you to NOT proceed with your actions..." my thoughts trailed as we approached a set of girls. It appeared they were doing a photo shoot. I recognized Jenna from Tonight Alive, switching between poses showing off different dickies clothing but I couldn't tell the photographer.
That was until she turned around laughing at a face Jenna pulled. It couldn't be, could it?
"Come on Mitchel, lets crash this shoot. Show up Jenna. Show her what it really takes to be a dickies girl."~ Y/n POV ~
"YASS JENNA, work it" I said hyping her up. We were just finishing up a little shoot. Dickies got some new clothing items shipped in mid summer and we needed to update their Instagram.
"Alright one more and we should be finished Jenna. Thanks again for taking some time and doing the shoot""Don't worry about it y/n. Your photos always turn out fantastic. My Instagram has never looked better"
I was about to respond when I was interrupted by two guys coming up from behind me and waltzing up near Jenna.
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Justify My Terror
FanfictionImagine Inspired by: You Too Kras is sensing he's getting too close and needs to pull away; you knew it was never anything more than a fun time