***One month on tour***

I jumped out of my bunk and ran to the restroom. I got on my knees and threw up my guts once again, I didn't bother to pull my hair back, because well.. I didn't have time to.

Damn! I really getting sick of my stomach waking up before I do! It's not even light out and I'm already puking. I don't know why! I haven't drank alcohol since.…Well... You know. So why am I throwing up!!!

Suddenly I noticed my hair was pulled up, and a hand was rubbing my back softly, at this point I didn't care who it was, because all I could worry about was throwing up an organ. (Trying not to!)

After about 5 minuets of throwing up I started crying, and thew myself in the arms of the person who was caring for me. My vision was so blurry from tears, and I didn't even bother to look up to see who it was at first. Then I thought...

Why the fuck am I crying?

"Shhh...it's ok scarlet" his voice was calm and soothing.

I kept weeping into his shirt and then looked up to meet with his caring blue eyes, and a sweet smile on his face.

Notes

Hhehehehehehehe. It's not Who you think... ;D