Sleeping, With Saints and Apparitions (Tony Perry Fanfiction) [discontinued]

Wait! Is Everything Okay?

Tony Perry

|Feb. 5th 11:30 am| Orange County

I walked onto the bus feeling worse than I already did. I didn’t notice how much she looked like Annalisa until now. And I took her death the hardest because we were closer and now I might as well be talking to Annalisa because the resemblance between the two is undeniable.

Everything about Jillian is driving me crazy and it’s barely been two days and the thing is, she hasn’t done a thing but drive my hormones insane. Every time I see after set, I just want to shove her against the wall and rip her clothes off.

But no. I was the one who suggested we be mature about the situation since our hook-up. I’m the one who keeps freaking her out with every word that comes out of my mouth.

Groaning, I walk to the bunks to put my guitar up when my phone buzzed again and I sighed.

“What’s wrong?” I jumped a little at Jaime’s voice, but recomposed my stand.

“Erin, she got into a car wreck when she left my apartment.” I whispered as I read the message.

“Oh my god, is she okay?” I shrug my shoulders and refuse the tears to fall.

“She’s memory lost. She just woke and they’re going to see if she remembers anything, but, uh,” I fiddle with the strap as I take it off and set it in the bunk, sitting down in the process. “She’s not, in her mind.” Jaime stared at me suspiciously.

“As in mental?” I nodded. “She’s mentally ill?” I nod again.

“It’s from the accident and I don’t think she’ll come out of it. After she recovers, she’s, they’re placing her in a rehab center.” Which isn’t entirely true. I told them to place her in a rehab centerbecause during our relationship and right up to the point where she broke up with me, she’s been, distance and extremely clingy. And one time she overdosed on medication. I just think the accident would make her sanity even more out of whack than it already is and God forbids the last thing she remembers is me than she may have to come on tour with us.

“It’ll be okay man. It’s all for the better.” He patted my back. “Mike and I are going to the other tour bus because he thinks the guitarist with the blonde hair is and I quote ‘super hella hot, I have to bang her at least once before tour is over with’.” He says making his fingers into quotation marks. He shrugs his shoulders before leaving me alone with my thoughts.

Did he just say Mike, our Mike, as in Fuentes wants to put his penis inside the Jillian I know? What the hell man? It’s barely been two days of tour and already he wants to hook up with the opposite band member.

Night time rolled in and everyone was already caving in after the set, I’m just as tired as the next guy, but for someone reason I was restless. I began scanning the venue, looking for anything to distract me when I saw Jillian’s band leave the bus……without Jillian.

I began walking over there and caught the door right when it was getting ready to close and invited myself in. Flawless by The Neighbourhood was playing on repeat and laying in the bunk staring at the ceiling, arms folded behind her head was Jillian.

“Jillian?” she turned her head and stared at me for a split second before staring back at the ceiling.

“You know, this is the reason I like The Neighbourhood. Their music is something you can relate to and you won’t ever get enough of.” I nod and sit on the mattress by her feet. She looks like she’s been crying, but her voice didn’t crack when she talked.

“The line where he says ‘She’s enough for me, she’s in love with me’? I used to feel that way.” This doesn’t seem like the Jillian I met three days ago. She seems so, spiritual. “This shit’ll be fucked for days and weeks and months.” She sings along with the music. She was lost in her own world and in a way, so was I.

I stare at her body, just taking in every feature. The long tan legs, the long blonde hair. And each tattoo that stuck out. On her thigh was a time watch in roman numerals surrounded by flowers and a cup of tea with a banner that read ‘Tea Time’. I stuck one hand out and traced my fingers lightly over the tattoo.

“I used to feel that way too.” I whispered. The though brings an aching pain to my heart. Erin. I brushed up two fingers where from her waist line going around from her stomach was a flower on a tree branch.

Her breathing caught in her chest as it rattled throughout her rib cage. She had more tattoos, I could tell, but for some reason, I was only interested in these two.

Jillian sat up, her back pressed to the wall of the bunk, staring at me. She stuck a hand out and traced the tattoo on my neck before leaning forward to the point where she was hovering over me and I was on my back.

“I don’t think we can continue to act mature at this stage,” I whisper. “because after this, mature will be way out of content.” She leaned down and pressed her lips to mine. I kissed back, letting my hands roam over her body, sitting up myself and pushing her backwards, not giving a single care as to what would happen tomorrow.

Apparently she thought the same because not once did she ask how I feel, only because she already knew how I felt.

And so we continued, with Flawless playing on repeat the whole time.

Title Credit: Dylan's Song by Man Overboard