Andy's POV
What the fuck happened? My whole body hurts and my head feels like its been smashed with a fucking jack hammer. I roll over and a wave of nausea hits mel my eyes snap open and I jump up and go to the bathroom, vomiting. My body continues to heave. I realize...I'm naked. I look down, I've got hickeys all over my chest. I throw up again and as I finally feel my stomach settle a bit I look in the mirror. My hair is everywhere. It's knotted and sticking up in patches. My neck is also covered in the dark bruises, practically purple. I look back in my bunk, Juliet is asleep on the bunk, her bare back to me, my blanket covering her hips and legs. Oh god...we fucked last night. I grab my boxers and pull them on with a pair of basketball shorts. She shifts on the bed and I look seeing a small patch of bruises on her back...shaped like my fingers. My vision burrs as the memory of Reyas battered and bruised back and shoulders fills my head. When Seth had practically tried to rape her...I haven't thought of her in months...I hope she's OK. I hope Reyas alive. The last contact I'd had with her was the bloody picture...my eyes burned as I remembered everything. Her bruised back, when I found her in the hotel room, when I broke into her bathroom after she attempted suicide, the first night we spent together on tour, the last night of tour, the night after the label denied her...her face filled my mind. I had sank to the floor. It's December here in LA, and we are just getting a bit of cold air as Christmas approaches in two days. Maybe I should contact her...send her something. Well forget that Biersack, you have no idea where she even is. Even Ash lost connection with Siren. She's stopped taking with him completely. No problem for him, he just went back to banging any other chick. Juliet began to wake up in my bed. I sighed, returning to the bed. She rolled over, wrapping her arms around me.
"I love you, Andy," she mumbled into my chest.
"I...love you too," I said back. Did I really love her?
Was last night love or lust?

Reyas POV
I had stood in front of just about every famous band, but here, waiting for Late Nite Reading to show up, my hands shook. Siren had come along with me for the meet and greet. There were only a handful of fans here at the beach off of Ft Meyers. Siren was sitting in the sand, drawing random shit it in with her fingers. I swear she doodles on everything. My eyes shoot up as I hear the van pulling up. It stops about twenty feet from the small group of about fifteen fans. the boys step out...holy shit is Dalton, Brady, Drew, and Clayton...don't fangirl Reya. I adjust my Late Nite Reading tank top and the other girls start giggling and screaming as the boys come up.
"Heyy! Hey guys. How's everyone doing?" Dalton, all 6'3" of him, says.
All the girls begin to freak out. I stay collected...until I see Clayton staring at me. "Hey I know you!"
I smile as he comes up and hugs me. "I brought you guys the Skittles to the Indy show a few years ago."
"Oh yeah! I remember you, we talked in the lobby, you guys drove like five hours!"
"Yeah that was me!" he hugged me again.

Can I die? he remembers me. Clayton left for a few moments to sign stuff and told me to stay put because he'd be back to talk. I chatted with some others fans and the band members. Suddenly a pair of arms wrap around me from behind. "Hi, Reya," Clayton says as he sets his head on my shoudler.
"Hi Clayton," I giggle. He lets go of me and I turn to face him.
"I've actually been hoping to see you again. Would you maybe mind giving me your number?"
I froze in shock. Their lead guitarist, my idol...wants my number..."Uh- sure yeah." I type my number in his phone.
"Cool, thanks." He hugs me again. "So I heard you guys were almost signed last year."
"Yeah, I'm surprised you remember my band idea. We got denied but we are looking around for a new band, Siren and I."
"I've never really heard you guys play."
"Siren," I called. She looks up from the sand. "Do you have a guitar Clayton?"
"Damn right I do," he walks back to the bus and returns with his cherry aucoustic guitar.

She smiles and takes the guitar. She glances up at me and she begins strumming to a new song we had been working on.
Frozen in time, I lost myself in this endless rhyme.
Embrace me and erase me.
I have nothing left to give, nothing more to lose.
Im a grenade with a burning fuse.
So stand back, stand back before I explode.
Sometimes I just gotta fall apart, we all get lost lost in the dark.
I need to hold on, take my hand.
Will you promise this is not the end?
Ill return to you, return to myself, but that's a mistake.
An endless circle I continue to make.
I disappoint, broken at every weld and joint.
Dont lose faith, because I am out.
Im all out of time, I'm all out of faith and chances.
Sometimes I just gotta fall apart, we all get lost in the dark.
I can't hold on, take these broken hands.
Will you promise this is not the end?

Clayton was standing with a large smile on her face. "That's as far as I got," I blushed.
People began to clap. "We need you on tour."
"Ill handle that," Bernie (Brady's dad and the manger) says as he walks up. "You guys could be a great opener. We wanted an acoustic opener, could you guys do that? just you two?"
"Sure!" Siren yells.
"I'll be getting in touch then," Bernie says. I give him my info and the guys had to leave to go to a show. I would have gone if it wasn't already sold out. Clayton hugged me again, and I kissed his cheek as he got into the bus.
"I'll text you later," he said with a wink.

My heart just stopped. I haven't felt like this since...since...

Notes

Im sorry for The short chapters, but I need the separation of them. More coming soon :)
check out my other series Fight for Fear (just updated) and Worth Fighting For (co written)