hey guys, since I'm really behind on updating, here is one from tumblr. all rights go to the owner of the story.
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As you shoved your way past your giggling band mates, luggage in hand, you couldn't help but smile to yourself. You were about to set off on your second Warped Tour in your career and you were finally at a point in you life where you had come to grips with yourself. The last tour had been rather hectic for you seeing as your band, in it's second year, had recently become one of the top new artists and you were getting your first taste of "fame". You weren't used to the harsh criticism and constant judgement and you especially were not accustomed to people trying to use you. But now here you were, content with yourself,and if you were being completely honest, slightly jaded by the past year and the events that had compiled in order to make it. You were ready for a do over and ready to finally get back onstage after having been partial hiatus, writing you new album, for about 8 months. After getting yourself settled in your bunk, the size of which you would never grow quite accustomed to, you headed back out to the sitting area of the bus.
"So, y/n, how are you feeling?" asked your guitarist, Layla. Shrugging in response and giving her a half-smile, you knew that she didn't mean physically, in fact, you knew exactly what she meant. Over the course of your newly blossoming career, you had managed to wrack up quite a body count in the boyfriend/ boys-who-are-good-for-the-weekend category. One of which had seriously tore you apart when it ended. His name was Luke Hemmings. Lead singer in 5sos and the type of guy who you could take home to mom, but you wanted to take home for yourself. You had fallen head over heels for this boy who you had had quite the celebrity crush on since about 3 years ago when you found his covers on youtube. You had fangirled hard when you met him, and you were almost certain he thought you were unhinged, but somehow he managed to fall just as hard for you as you had for him, or so you thought. The two of you were basically inseparable for the first few months, and your band had even opened for them on their tour, but, as you should have known, lust can only take you so far before boredom begins to run it's course. You had thought everything between the two of you was pretty solid, of course looking back now, you knew just how blind you had been. His smile was always tired and out of place and his interest in you had begun to diminish to the point where even when you were with him it felt like you were alone, as he would sit, glued to his phone. But you were too attached to let go and you pushed all your doubt deep down inside of you, trying to run away from it. And this worked for a long time until you ended up walking in on him and your now ex-guitarist, Tilly. You were heartbroken and betrayed and cut off all contact with Luke and his band. It took all your strength to ignore his calls and texts, especially when they got up in to the 25 per day range. But, just like your relationship, the phone calls slowly petered out and you were alone. Of course you couldn't let some boy take down your entire career, so, after a few days, you finally glued yourself together enough to hire a new guitarist and start on your road to recovery, but even now, you still harbored a deep-seeded anger towards the boy who tore your pieces apart. And although he gave you the inspiration for several hit singles, you would never fully let it go. And now, almost a year later, you somehow managed to crossed paths again, much to your chagrin. His band had also been invited to perform on tour and, as much as you hated to admit it, rightfully deserved so. None the less you were going to make it your top priority to avoid him at all costs.
"What do you think, y/n?" Asked your drummer, Ricky, cocking his head slightly, eyes twinkling, knowing he had caught you off guard.
"I think that you need to be nicer to me, considering i know where you sleep." You replied, with a devious grin. You band mates were no doubt, your best friends. Jonah, your bass player, who you had originally started posting covers with, was like your sister. She was your rock and would always be there to comfort you. She was extremely talented at everything she did, to the point where it was almost freaky, and would no doubt be your number one till the day you died. Ricky had been the second addition to your musical ensemble, after you had met him during a family vacation. He was tall, dark and handsome and also a complete dork. He would go out of his way to make anyone smile and was all, but down to kill Luke after the whole incident, and was the one who originally suggested kicking out Tilly after the whole sleeping with your boyfriend debacle. Tilly had been the third addition to the band and the two of you had clicked immediately. She was the type of friend who gave you a nickname and it stuck, for instance you had been known as "Little Bear" or "Bear" and as much as you hated it, it had caught on. You always knew she had a tendency to be rather outgoing, but never imagined she would go as far as she did. Luckily though, out of it all you got Layla. She as the sweetest person you could ever meet and was killer on guitar. She knew that she had replaced Tilly and had no problem filling the spot of someone who "abused their friendship so flagrantly," as she had put it. You wouldn't trade these idiots fro anything in the word, and as you fell asleep that night, you knew that this tour would be your most memorable yet, regardless of Luke's presence in it.
~The next Morning~
As your bus pulled in to the parking lot of where you would be performing that evening, you felt your nerves kick in again, firing a million times per second as you and your band groggily piled off the bus.You felt the cold morning air hit your face and stinging the skin where the holes in your jeans were located. Wrapping your flannel tighter to your body you followed the rest of your band mates towards the backstage area. Jonah caught up to you, linking her arm with yours.
"So I don't wanna freak you out, but.... their bus is already here." She said, nodding towards the direction of the only other bus in the lot. Sighing deeply, you shrugged your shoulders, "C'est la vie" you stated with a giggle.
"C'est la vie," she repeated.
Walking in to the backstage area, you were met with loud guffaws of laughter coming from the catering tent. Scanning the area you quickly found Him. Sitting atop an amp, eyes crinkled from laughter as Michael jumped around in front of him, enthusiastically waving his arms in the air, gesturing at some imaginary person. Your eyes quickly met, Luke's causing you both to freeze, memories of how heartbroken he had left you, flooding your mind, and god knows what, running through his. You felt your breakfast begin to make a reappearance as he stood up, looking as if he intended to come talk to you. You abruptly dropped Jonah's arm, her face twisted in to a look of concern.
"I'm gonna- ba- throom, bathroom," you stuttered, trying to articulate yourself before Luke got to where you were standing. As you finally conveyed to her what you were doing, you heard a deep, thickly accented voice from behind you, "Y/n??"
"Bathroom," you spoke tersely before making your way to the bathroom as quickly as your feet could carry you, not looking behind you, trying not to acknowledge the awkward situation you had inevitably just created. You had just gotten your life together, you were supposed to be strong now, unbreakable, bad ass,yet one look from that dorky boy and suddenly your legs were jello and your heart in a puddle. How could this even be happening? You pushed the bathroom door open, the florescent lights making you feel even worse. You walked to the sink, placing your shaking hands on the counter, wanting nothing more than to be in Luke's arms right now, him comforting you, placing kisses on the top of your head and whispering sweet nothings in your ear. But instead here you were trying to console yourself in a bathroom that smelled faintly like disinfectant and urine. Suddenly you heard a toilet flush from one of the stalls behind you, scooting yourself over towards the wall, you kept your head down not wanting to have to explain yourself to an overly empathetic stranger.
"Oh. My. God." said the stranger in an unmistakable voice that sent chills down your spine, "If it isn't my Little Bear." You looked up, silently praying it wasn't who you thought.
Tilly. What the hell was she doing here?!
