Love, Sex, Riot. (Bret Von Dehl love story)

Chapter 3: Meeting Him

*Time lapse to 4 days before tour starts*

"Esence wake the fuck up we leave in an hour to get to Las Vegas." Scene yelled at me, throwing a pillow at my head. What the actual fuck is it with them waking me up with throwing fucking pillows at my head. Honestly that's how they always wake me up. It's not even like 'oh Escene wake up' and them like tap me or shake me a little. No I get a fucking pillow thrown to my head. Fucking Fuck Boys.

"I'm up" I groaned rolling over and not realizing how close I was to the edge, making me fall off of my bed with a loud thud. I groaned out in pain and got up going into the restroom to go pee cause my bladder was not having it. After I realeasd myself I went back into my room grabbing some clothes to take a shower. I grabbed a big Batman shirt that was cut up and went down to my mid thigh, a sports bra that said 'fuck you my tits are calm', some shorts that you could barely see under my shirt, and some underwear that had the Batman logo on them.

I went back into my bathroom and turned on the shower to a warm setting making sure I wouldn't burn my skin off. I stripped from my clothes letting the shower heat up. I looked at my tattooed body in the mirrior and smiled. Getting into the shower I rid myself of any sweat and dirt. Once I was done cleaning myself I got out and dried of, rubbing lotion over my tattooed covered skin. After I was done I threw on my undergarments and my outfit of choice today.

I let my hair air dry, seeing as it takes only 15 minutes to dry. While it was drying I grabbed all my suitcases and took them downstairs leaving them by the front door. I ran back up to my bathroom and ran the straightner through my vibrant blue-violet hair styling it to the left. Satisfied with the way I looked, I grabbed any last minute things such as headphones, charger, phone, wallet, purse, keys, and sunglasses.

I ran back downstairs and saw that the boys had already loaded up the bus. I mentally thanked them and scrambled to the kitchen to grab an apple.

"Esence come on already." Jacky screeched. Obviousley we're running a little late. I grabbed my purse and sped out of the house, locking it up and snatching up my longboard, sprinting to the bus with the apple in my mouth, which I almost choked on.

"I'm here." I said jumping on the bus out of breathe. The guys nodded and notified the driver to start heading out.

I set my longboard down in a cubby hole we had specially made for them, so we could take them on the bus, and sat down at the little table eating the rest of my apple.

"So how long till we get to Vegas?" I questioned Mark throwing my apple into the trash since I was done.

"About 4 hours. So we will be arriving at about 3 in the afternoon. We will be meeting with the Warped tour founder at 5 at the hotel resturaunt. Then tomorrow afternoon you all will be meeting all the bands in the ball room area. Then we will stay that night as well and then we head off the next day towards Houston." He instructed me. Once he said Houston my heart began to race a mile a minute.

What if they're there? What if someone recognizes me? I mean I've changed over the past few years but not a lot. What if I see people I used to go to school with there, and they ask me why all of the sudden I just disappeared? Well life is full of what if's, and the only way to learn to get over your fear is to go back and fight it.

"Okay, well I will be in the back lounge watching tv or maybe taking a nap. So wake me up when we get there." I said. He nodded and went back to looking up something on his computer.

I walked back into the lounge and saw Jamison sitting there alone deep in thought.

"Hey Jamison whatcha thinking about." I asked sitting down next to him.

"Well...... Okay you have to promise, not to tell anybody." He stated seriously. I nodded waiting for something bad to happen. "Well here goes nothing. So me and Jacky have been dating for a while and I was think-"

"Oh my Gosh please tell me you aren't going to break up with him. And if you do, oh so help me Jamison Alex-" He cut me off before I could say anything else.

"NO. Esence, what I was going to say, before you so rudely interrupted me was that, I love him so much, I was going to ask him to marry me." He said quietly so only mice could hear. I'm just kidding so only I could hear. I looked at him wide eyed with a huge smile on my face and squealed like a little fangirl.

"OH MY GOSH I KNEW IT!!" I shouted causing him to put his hand over my mouth.

"Shut up, this only needs to stay between us, okay?" I nodded and he took his hand off of my mouth.

"So when are you going to propose?" I asked, still smiling like a maniac. I'm pretty sure if you saw me right now you would think I was the joker, but without any makeup.

"I don't know, but I was thinking I could do it onstage in the middle of a show or something." He spoke thinking of ways to propose.

"Hmmmm that would be a good idea." I agreed. He nodded and we started talking about what date he was going to propose and how he was going to ask the question. Soon Mark came in and told us we were at the hotel.

"Finally!" I shouted, while getting off the bus. "LAND" I yelled kissing the concrete floor earning wierd looks from pedestrians walking past. I heard a chuckle come from a few feet next to me, causing me to look up. There stood right above me was the one and only Bret mother fucking Von Dehl. My eyes went wide in embarrassment knowing he just saw me kiss the floor.

"Here let me help you." He offered, sticking his hand out for me to grab it. He yanked me up with a little struggle, because he is smaller than me.

"Uhh thanks." I stuttered.

"No problem. My name is Bret Von Dehl." He said in a low voice, than his regular one.

"I know. I mean I know you from your band." I replied awkwardly, running a hand through my hair.

"Ahhh so are you a fan?" He asked cockly.

"Yeah, ya'll are a really good band." I stated truthfully.

"Cool well I guess I will see you around." He said walking away. Oh your going to see me, your going to see me a lot. Sorry that was creepy.

"Come on Esence we got our rooms and we have to go meet the head of Warped." EJ said gesturing me to follow him. I obliged and followed him into the building and to the elevator where it took us up to the 5th floor. We got out and he handed me a room key to my room since I'm the only girl and I'm single I get a room to myself. I thanked him and walked down the long hall looking for room number 665.

"Oh we already put your stuff in there and we have the meeting with the head in 15 minutes so meet us down in the lobby." He said walking into his room.I nodded and found my room at the end of the hall. Opening the door I was met with one of my suitcases by the door. I grabbed it and set it on my bed, going to the mirrior to make sure I looked presentable. I stared at my skinny reflection in the mirrior and debated if I should put on any makeup, but decided not to and headed out down to the lobby.

"Okay we are all here so lets go." Mark said once I stepped out of the elevator. He lead us to the resturaunt inside the hotel and to a middle aged man sitting at a table for 7. We greeted him and got down to business. He told us all the rules about being on warped, what stage we were going to be playing on, etc.

"But most importantly, have fun." He said ending our meeting. We thanked him and headed back up to our rooms.

"Alright meeting the bands starts at 12 in the afternoon in the ball room. So wake up and be on time." Mark explained to all of us. We nodded and seperated heading to our individual rooms.

Lets just say that night I didnt get any sleep due to the people in the room next to me partying all night. And when I dont get sleep.....

All. Hell. Breaks. Lose.

A/N: So here chapter 3 I hope you like it. Sorry I havent been updating a Lot but I will try. I love you, and thanks for reading!!!

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