What I Really Want To Say

Stop Stressing.

-Travis-

Megan continued to cry into my chest as i patted her back. I didn't know what to do or even what to say. What can you say? But there was only one question on my mind. I didn't want to ask but i knew i had to.

"Baby. Uh, are you, um, are you gonna-?" I fiddled with the hem of my shirt.

"Die? Probably not. But i still have to get brain surgery. And thats scary as fuck, Travis. I'm an eighteen year old girl with a brain tumor. I'm too young for this fucking shit! I'm gonna have to cancel all the upcoming dates for a couple months and i'll have recovery time and people are gonna ask shit and make shit up and-" She sniffled.

I placed a kiss to her lips. She was stressing way too much. "Love, it's not gonna do any good to stress. The amazing doctors will fix you up and you'll be back to new in no time. Don't worry about cancelling dates or anything, you can tour until you die. I'm sure they can see you again. And so what if people make shit up? They already do that."

"I love you."

"I love you too. By the way, Savannah should only be about an hour away."

"I don't really feel like seeing anyone for a couple hours anyway."

"So, are you gonna get it done here?" I shifted my legs.

"No. I'm flying home to Florida. The doctor said theres a really good brain specialist only an hour or two away from my house. Besides after the surgery i can't fly or drive or do anything so it would make sense so i don't have to stay here. Thomas is gonna stay for a few months with me."

"Do you want me to stay too? I can call off tour and i can-"

"Travis." She stopped me. "You can't do that. I would love for you to stay with me and make me feel better, but you can't cancel your tour for me. It only has a few weeks left."

"I'm gonna feel like shit onstage knowing you aren't okay, Megan. I won't do good. Scooter will understand, i promise."

She seemed to mull it over in her head.

"I really don't want you to do this. But i can't control you. I strongly suggest you play the show tomorrow though because you're already here."

"Is that a yes?"

She sighed. "Can we talk about this later?" I nodded my head and she laid down back on my chest. After a few moments i heard a slight snore and realized she was asleep. I looked up at the ceiling and i instantly fell asleep too.

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"Are you ready?" I pulled the laptop open. Megan was having a live chat so people would know why she had to cancel the tour. I was here for moral support and to make sure she didn't cry a lot on cam. Scooter reluctantly pulled We The Kings from the Dirty Work tour. He was kinda pissed at first, but after the really shitty show we had last night, he didn't want any more of those. Megan was kind of mad, but she had a bigger problem to deal with so she didn't dwell on it much. 

"As much as i'll ever be." She tweeted the link and waited to press the record button. After she did, she waved to the camera and said hi.

"How are you guys?" She smiled. She was sitting on my lap with the laptop on her legs. "So i guess you just want to hear why i canceled tour. Enough of the bullshit right?" I rubbed her back. "No, Trav and i aren't pregnant. I'm only eighteen, i'm no where near ready for a child yet."

I laughed and connected my hand with Megan's.

"Um." She started. "This isn't really easy to say, but," She looked me in the eyes. "I.. I have a brain tumor. I had amnesia a year ago and i've been getting headaches ever since. I'm gonna get surgery, but i'll explain more later. Right now i just really need your love and support."