To The Stage (Asking Alexandria Fan Fiction)

• Forget Everything •

I wake up and see nothing but darkness. It might not be morning yet. I might aswell get out of the bunk, I can't go back sleep.

I carefully roll out of my bunk, trying not to wake everyone. I slowly walk to the back top lounge and yawn. I open the door quietly and see Mary sitting there looking at the moving bus window.

"Hey," I said breaking the silence. "Hey," she said not turning her head.

I sat down opposite her and also look out the window.

"Can't sleep huh?" I asked.

"Yeah," she smiled.

There was a long silence between us until I finally spoke up,

"Im sorry for my ignorance recently, I'm just a bitch that seems like she's on her never ending period," I joked.

"It's fine, we're sorry for questioning your relationship."

"Hey dude its fine."

"Do you wanna forget everything that has happened?"

"Yeah, that seems like a good idea."

After another painful silence of us looking out the window, we finally started a decent conversation.

"So... do we have a new tech crew? Or naw?" I joked.

"Yas, we does," she laughed.

"We also have a new free day manager," she smiled.

"Fucking finally!" I cheered.

"We can finally do shit on free days," I said raising my fists in the air.

"Yeah, with him, we would just sit around not doing shit."

"Oh my god, I know."

"Who else is at this tour? I know Asking Alexandria, Linkin Park, Yellowcard, Suicide Silence, Papa Roach, Of Mice & Men, All Time Low are going."

"Um, I think... New Found Glory, Five Finger Death Punch and Motionless In White are going."

"No fucking way!"

"Yep!"

"Yes!"

We laughed and continued talking for hours while looking out the window into the night. We talked for a little longer until Matt shuffled into the room, looking half asleep.

"Morning Sleeping Beauty," I chuckled.

"Eh he he he," he laughed sarcastically like a girl and flopped down on the couch.

"How's your morning?" Mary asked.

"John keeps practicing in his sleep, it's fucking annoying as shit," He said while rubbing his eyes.

"You meen snoring?" Mary giggles.

"Yes I mean snoring," he groaned.

Me and Mary laugh and look out to the window again. We were on a empty highway behind another bus.

"Who's bus is that?" I ask.

"Um, probably number 23. I heard they drive in order," Matt muttered.

"Hmm," I said nodding my head.

Benny and John walk in and sit on the couches rubbing thier eyes and yawning.

"Morning," Mary said.

"Ehhh," John mumbled.

"I'm hungry," Benny complained like a child.