Following In His Footsteps

Chapter Three

I was on Josh's back and we were walking around. We were around the ocean and the wind was blowing a little hard. My hair was goign everywhere and I had to keep it off Josh's face sometimes. "Oh my god it's an ice-cream stand" Matt said, and you could basically see the shine in his eyes like a kid on Christmas morning. "I'm goin'!" he said and dragged Max with him.

Dave rolled his eyes and continued talking with Chris. "So missy, you got a job?" Josh asked. "Nope" I said, popping the 'p'. "WHY?" he said a littly loudly. I shurgged, "I don't know" I said. "Don't be a lazy ass" Josh chuckled. "Hey I helped make DBNO clothing that one time" I said. "Yeah speaking of which, make me some more designs and if I like 'em I'll give you one hundred for each" he said.

"But you never give me that much" I said. "I know but you need work, so, this is like a bribe for you to get off your ass and work" Josh said. "Alright Fransexy, I will" I said, leaning my head on his. "Watch the gel" Josh said. "You're such a girl" I laughed, putting my face in his neck. "Shut up, I have to be pretty" he said, doing a little skip thing. I squealed and clung to him. "Don't do that" I squealed. "Do what? This?" he asked and did it again.

"Josh!" I said and put a warning hand to his little quiff he had going on with his hair. "Alright fine you win!" he laughed. I like Josh's laugh, it's so pure and happy.

Later on it was time to prepare for the night. "Alright Mexicans, Sixers, Grinners and Sirens you guys are on food. Asking, Mice, Horizon, Crowns you're all on Alcohol. Motionless, Amity, Dayshell, All Time you're on fire supplies. Everyone else help out with preparing the place with chairs and what not" one of the tech guys/ band managers said. I don't know who he was but I've heard of him, he's funny. I followed Asking, Mice, Horizon and Crowns for the alcohol for my mudslides.

"Pumped for tonight mate?" I heard Jye say. "Guys" I smiled and walked beside Jeff. "Hey Alice" he said. We talked all the way to the alcohol store. "These are what I was talking about!" I said, holding up a six pack of the mudslides. "Let's get this shit too!" "Man remember this stuff? This stuff knocks you out!" "Dude, this" "All of it!" I heard and man ran around picking up heaps of alcohol. I picked up two six packs of the mudslides and put them on the counter, too.

The poor worker was shocked but pretty happy since it's a lot of money. "Aaaaand that should be it" Danny smiled proudly. "Whoo!" a few people cheered. "Uh licence?" the counter guy said. "I have a beard, tattoos, I'm" before Danny could say that he was "in a band" the cashier raised his hands in defence and began scanning it all, poor guy.

On the way back I caught up with dad. "Hey Squirt, haven't seen you all day, how's tour?" he asked. "Day one, so far, so good" I smiled. "Awesome" he said. We chatted on the way back and then got back and I saw Tyler and Michael fucking around next to where the fire would be.

"Hey Ace" Tyler said in a really gay voice. "You're such a faggot" Michael joked. "You shut your mouth Bohn or I will stick my" Tyler went to say but I cut them off. "We need a fire" I said, "What are you guys even doing?" I asked. "I got it" Scout said, starting the fire. "Show off" Tyler mumbled. "Get lost, black cunt" Michael scoffed and tackled Scout playfully.

I looked at Tyler and then saw Ricky and Chris come forward with acoustic guitars. "Look what Vic and the band had" Chris said, waving them in the air. There was two and everyone gathered around in groups. The fire was HUGE. "So we need a bass line and lead line for this one" "I got bass" "Shots lead" "What about rhythm?" "Fuck rhythm" "We don't need rhythm for this song" "Why not?" "Shut up!" "Let's go!" "1, 2, 3, 4" "WAIT!" "What now?" "Who's singing?" "Kellin, Tyler aaaaaand Alice" everyone was yelling back and forth.

"What? Me- wh- no" I said, opening a bottle with my tooth. "Come on girl" Tyler said. "Fine, what're we singing?" I asked. "Why is it us two?" "Because you're all the highest pitched singers". I did a nice acoustic song I cant even remember, I'm now another bottle down (ha get it? AA joke right there) and I'm a little tipsy giggling as I'm leaning against Jeff. "Hook in mate!" I heard then saw Jeff smile. "Sorry" he said. I shrugged and listened to All Time Low telling funny drunken stories.