Amnesia

4. JUST SOME TWISTED DREAM

Justin's POV

"And I'm the one who can't drive!" I shout at Devon, who just crashed into a tree. "What the hell were you doing?"

"Nothing. I don't know," he mumbles. "It started swerving!"

I hit the outside of the car, lean back on it, and pinch the bridge of my nose. I'm completely pissed that we were on our way to the best summer of our lives, and he screws it up. I glare at him and ramble, "You had to be high or intoxicated or something to just swerve out of nowhere into this tree!

"Can't you just call a limo service to take you everywhere anyway?" he asks, timidly. "I'm sorry. I did some Raze in the bathroom of the gas station."

I pace back and forth. Every minute that we waste is another foot farther Austin and the tour bus get away from me.

"What's Raze? You mean coke?" I ask, seriously.

Briskly coming to me with his finger pointed at my face, he cries, "That's a low blow and you know it!" He goes to inspect the front of the car with his jaw dropped in ignorance of what to do now.

I run my hands through my hair. This can't be happening...I must be sleeping right now. "I'm calling my manager to drop off my car," I conclude. This is the last option for me at this point.

"You don't have a license, " Devon points out for the thousandth time, looking up from the smashed hood.

"I don't care!" I spit on the ground close to where he was treading to prevent myself from punching his attic butt.

"I need AA's number, bro," he lets me know. "My phone's lodged in the tree."

1 hour later...

I'm driving for now until Devon sobers up off his new fascinating Raze pill. I don't know the areas well enough to try and drive appropriately to avoid being arrested for no license. Devon better just now bare with me if Luke isn't in his pants by the third show since I could've left him stranded next to his trashed Mustang.

"The first show is in some joint called Creeks' Lake," Devon reads off the band's website.

"Sounds dirty, but here I come," I say, sort of to myself as I obey a stop sign for what seems like the first time in my life.

Austin's POV

I'm being freaking interrogated by members of the band right now; unfortunately, most of them being about my rehab stint, and uncomfortably from Luke about Justin.

"How many times did you snort?" Calum asks out of nowhere.

All four of them are staring at me in actually complete interest, waiting for an answer. "I lost count," I mumble, not really wanting to answer with a quantity, like I even remember.

"So, you were really tripping?" Michael chimes in.

I feel pitiful right now. All I ever hear from anyone nowadays is about that one mistake I made.

"I didn't sign up for therapy," I try to say sternly but out comes a stutter.

"We just need to know you're not going to ruin this tour with any of your "drug antics", " Calum says professionally, tuning his guitar, nonchalant.

I want to seriously punch him right now.

"What's that supposed to mean, Calum?" I clarify, "I no longer do drugs and no longer think one bit about doing them. I'm way past that. Cool?"

Calum and Michael didn't take anything I said as truth. They look like they don't believe me, but why let me open if you'll had all these damn doubts? Ashton was drumming away on his legs, not caring. He was my favorite because he can mind his business, and he doesn't try to downplay people.

Luke switches topics with, "So, how serious are you and Bieber?"

"Oh, God." Let's resume the drug topic, please. "Well, we have...Never mind! I'm not answering all these stupid and unneeded questions all of you are throwing at me!" I snap. "All you need to know is I can give it a hundred and fifty percent at every performance."

Calum rolls his eyes very noticeably and obnoxiously. The other three look at me in shock from my sudden outbreak. "Sorry," I apologize. They have concerns, and I need to respect that, I guess. I barely decide to continue, "I just want to move on, you know. I can't change the past, no matter...how much I want to."

Luke smiles and pats my back. "The present looks all too stunning. Doesn't it, bro?"

I nod, although I couldn't shake the feeling that he meant something else by his remark and cunning smile. It not about the drugs that are in the past for good. Is he referring to Justin? Justin and I are still together and should be after the tour, but something was telling me that our relationship surviving the summer is just some twisted dream.

The bus hits a sudden break causing all five of us to almost fall through the front window.

"What the hell?" Michael shouts.

"Austin, look at what you dragged in," Calum adds, slumping down onto his cot.

Luke and stand up to see him out the front window, blocking the road. "Okay," says Luke, not knowing a better response.

I knew he'd follow, but is this for the best? That's a tough decision I need to make the second I get off the bus.

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