Darling, I'll Treasure Every Tear [Christian Coma]

Chapter 1 - Racing Faster, Escape Disaster

"CHRISTIAN" Andy bellowed with a cloud of enmity, raining down upon him. His footsteps became heavy as they clanked along the tour bus floor, moving to the pace of my heart. This was a sound that I wasn't going to miss for a long time. Not Andy's voice... The way the floor echoes when you walk and everyone seems to be woken up if you take one step. Sure, these sleepless nights had gotten to the best of all of us. Even the bus driver, and we barely even saw him.

Lightheartedly, Andy threw back the curtain of my bunk aggressively, startling me so much that I dropped my phone onto my stomach, catching my breath in the back of my throat. "Jeez man..." I whined pathetically as I rubbed the small stinging sensation on my stomach, "You could really hurt someone" I pouted, watching his eyes rage like a wild fire.

"WHY THE HELL ARE MY BATMAN THINGS ON TOP OF THE BUS?!" He yelled bitterly, as he attempted to grab the neck of my favourite Slipknot tee letting it tighten around the back of my neck.

"Woah woah woah" I grinned satisfied at how fuming I had made Andy, "Remember about last week... Yeeeahh. It was real funny watching me pull every drum stick I owned out of the toilet..." I exaggerated still holding the grudge. Andy's face cooled down gradually, the grip he held loosened as he stepped back hesitantly.

He sighed, rubbing his forehead restlessly as he looked to the ground, "And now the band are going to have fun watching me get them down..." he stated cautiously as I straightened up my t shirt , checking the hem slowly for any damage.

"Exactly!" I exclaimed suddenly as I slid down from my comfy bunk, pulling my boots on as quickly as possible.

With a huff, Andy trudged down the hallway. This was a moment that we as a band looked forward to every week. This was what we called "The Walk Of Shame" but as always, Andy would argue that it should be called, "The Walk Of Fame"... I don't think so.

As we passed through the lounge, Jake covered his face shyly as he struggled to contain the laughter that welled up in side just at the sight of Andy's defiant glare.

Ashley, Jake and Jinxx followed us through to the parking lot where the bus slept silently. The calescent Californian sun pummeled down fiercely on our black leather covered bodies that sweltered as we fried in the humidity. All five of us stared up at the bus, our eyes examining the many action figures and batman clothes that were placed on the top of it.

Andy exhaled, relentlessly biting his lip as he eyed the bus. For me, this was the best way to end Warped Tour, so I pulled out my camera and made sure that I got everything.

 "Say Hi to the camera" I teased him as he dragged his tiresome body along towards the bus. The look he gave me was an award winner, after that there was no way I could stop the laughter.

Andy glared at me quickly, pulling a serious face that sent me into yet more fits of giggles, "This. Is not. A Laughing matter." he justified defensively as he gave the camera a charming smile, "This is Batman we're talking about... Superhero. Playboy. Billionaire. Legend. My inspiration." he added with a touch of drama as he pounded a dedicated fist into his chest.

He gazed over to the bus once more, shielding his eyes from the blistering sun as he began approaching the vehicle, twisting a pale hand around the metal handle near the door. Hoisting himself up little by little as he slowly balanced himself on the frame of a window that I had left open.

He focused closely on the bars of metal that were fixed tightly on the top of the bus, teetering every time he made a single move. Briskly, he pulled himself up on to the top of the bus, stradling it slightly as he let one leg dangle down carelessly.

Carefully, flexing his muscles as he did, Andy pulled himself up to his feet, gaining his balance immediately. "Christian Coma" His voice rang out loudly over the quiet backstage car park as he turned to face the four of us who eagerly watched, "You better watch out" he announced with a playful smile as he gathered up the many belongings.

"Now how am I going to do this?" he mumbled to himself curiously as he peered over to the edge, raising a perfectly shaped brow at the long fall down. "NOOO" Andy's scream sliced through the air quickly, sending my heart into insanity, only to discover one of Andy's batman figures soaring towards the ground.

"For crying out loud" I yelled, holding my heart tightly as it pounded against my chest like a drum.

"You should be crying out loud" he retorted strictly as he propped himself on the edge of the bus, swinging his clad cowboy boot back and forth in the air happily, "Batman will watch you while you sleep" he gave a little chuckle, embracing the fan boy inside.

"Okay Andy.... Let's get you down" I muttered under my breath handing the camera to Jinxx as he was the only person I could trust with it. Jake would probably run off and video every pizza parlour in town - Seriously... It happened when we toured in Italy.  And Ashley... Well I'm not even going to say what I think he'd video...

I stepped closer to the bus, walking up the steps tiredly just as Andy let go of one of his hoodies. It rested itself on my perfectly teased black hair, descending darkness upon me.

With one arm caressing the objects, Andy lured himself down onto the windowsill once again, smiling to himself. "Here, take these..." he gestured towards me, carefully placing the things into my arms. 

As I turned away to see Jinxx, I heard a crashing noise and turned to find the window completely discarded and even shut firmly. My eyes traveled down to the gravel on the ground to notice Andy lying on his stomach, his arm sheltering his face from any contact with the ground.

"Andy, are you okay?" Ashley murmured, his deep brown eyes becoming wide as he heard no response. My eyes wandered from Jinxx, to Jake and back to Ashley, as I tried to comprehend what was going on.

"Go get John!" Jake demanded with a glimpse of panic attached to his eye.

Leaving the many toys with Jake, I scrambled off into the bus in search of salvation.

Andy's P.O.V.

I kept my eyes to the ground as I listened to the conversation that was being carried out behind me. As soon as I was certain that CC was out of sight, I peaked over to the rest of the guys, watching Jake give a sigh of relief as his eyes widened.

"What are yo-" he muttered to me, as he strided a few steps forward before I interrupted him.

"Shh" I barked as I heard familiar footsteps clanking down the hollow metal steps from the bus. Carefully and without a movement, I buried my head back into my arm, hearing the small mumbles coming from John as he stared over at me.

Normal P.O.V.

 "This is all my fault" I found myself whispering to Jake who sent a look of confusion in my direction. 

John lingered in the background, muttering a few unheard words to Ashley as he sifted a hand through his short blond hair. John, was our manager. Probably the best one you could possibly find, but in some situations he was so unreliable, like in this one. So, I took matters into my own hands.

Gently, I shuffled Andy's limp body over onto his back as the sun blazed down on him. I knelt down with exhaustion as I noticed a sudden smile appearing on Andy's face. He burst into a fit of giggles as he curled up on the gravel, hugging his knees immaturely.

"Andy, you almost gave me a heart attack..." I mumbled as I threw a piece of black hair out of my face tiredly.

"Good" he smiled, as satisfied as I had been at one point, "But still... I haven't gotten you back properly yet" he pointed out, squinting up at me as Jake handed Andy his many belongings, helping him to his feet thoughtfully. Jake, was probably the most genuine and helpful guys out of all of us believe it or not.

With a sigh, I trailed reluctantly behind Andy who crawled up the metal steps into the cold air conditioned bus, as he whispered his apologies to the many toys, proceeding to kiss each and everyone of them on the heads. Wow. This was going to take a while. Anyway... At least he could actually kiss them... Let's just say... I wasn't going to be biting one of my drum sticks for a long time.

I collapsed on the soft leather couches, instantly feeling the pressure vanish as my eyes closed, attempting to stay like that for the next few hours.