It's been a week, and just like they said I would, I was rushing around making sure that everybody had what they needed for Warped Tour. It was seven in the morning and we needed to drive from Scranton to Atlanta. I have decided that I was just going to wear my pajamas so that I would be comfortable for the drive. (http://www.polyvore.com/untitled_15/set?id=168383920)

"Devin, do you have your hair dye? The tour is three months long and I know you going to complain when your roots start to show."

"Yes, for the last time we have everything. There is no need to stress," he says chucking, throwing an arm around my shoulders.

We were waiting for the bus in front of mine and Chris' apartment building. The other guys all share a house not to far from us. Chris used to live with them, but decided it was too crowded and left. The other boys know that it was nothing personal, it was just to noisy and he couldn't get any writing done.

"The bus should be coming in about-" I get cut off by the tour bus turning the corner and parking in front of us, "now," I blink, surprised. I grab my suitcase and follow the guys onto the bus. It's a lot bigger than the small mini van that they used to tour in. I'm so glad they don't use that anymore, they used a car battery to power multiple extension cords and it was, in no way safe.

To the right of the door is a small kitchen area and to the left is a lounge area with two couches, a TV on the wall, and two cabinets under the TV, which I assume that the guys will fill with they're Xbox and games. I walk past the front lounge area and find the bucks, there are two rows of three bucks in each side. I chose one of the middle bunks on the right side. I go through a door at the end and find the bathroom and the back room. The back room looks like the front lounge, but it is slightly smaller and only has one couch.

I walk back to the front lounge and find everyone standing around with their suitcases, talking to the driver who was wearing blue jeans, a plain T-shirt, cowboy boots, and has short brown hair that was starting to gray. Their conversation shifted to the Warped Tour kick-off party that every band was invited to. I didn't want to go, but I knew they were going to force me to go. They were talking about how they were going to drink, but couldn't get hammered drunk because they had to play early a set tomorrow morning.

"Are you guys going to get your bunks?" I ask, knowing that they would fight to the death for the middle bunks. Good thing I got back there while they were talking. They rush to the back of the bus.

"No fair! Carter snuck back here and got a middle bunk!" I heard Ryan whine.

"You snooze you loose, Ryan," I yell and sat on the couch with a smile on my face.

"Y'all better get settled in good back there, it's an twelve hour drive to Atlanta," the driver said. I spent a while talking to him, and I learned that his name is Dave, he was born and raised in Nashville, Tennessee, and he has a wife and three kids at home. He also has a strong southern accent that can be difficult to understand at times, but overall he's a sweet man. After my conversation with Dave, I decided to go bug the guys until we get to Atlanta, Georgia where the first Warped Tour date is.

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"That was the longest twelve hours of my life!" I exclaim walking off the bus after we arrive at Atlanta. I take a deep breath, loving the fresh air. Sitting in a hot toaster oven with six sweaty guys can get old after a while, and the air conditioner can only do so much to fight off the hot summer heat.

"You're telling me! I had to listen to you whine and complain the entire time!" Balz says as I stretch my tired, achy limbs.

"It was hot in there," I threw my hands up in defense, "anyway, I want to go look around, who wants to come with me?" I ask.

"I'll come," Ghost says and we walk away from the bus together. I look up and see the sun going down, turning the sky into different shades of pink and orange. "So, how are you holding up? Chris told me about the other day," he says sounding concerned. We start walking aimlessly through the grass. Crew starting to set up stages and tents around us, though it won't matter because when the kick-off party starts, no one will be working.

"I'm fine now, just worried. Those nightmares seem to happen more and more frequently. I don't know what to do," I say and sigh, feeling hopeless.

He looks at me, pushing the hair out of his face, "Have you ever considered trying therapy again?"

"Can we not talk about this?" I ask, growing aggravated.

"No, you need to talk to somebody, anybody! You can't just push this away like it's not a problem, because it is!" he threw his hands up in frustration.

I send him a glare, "There is no point in seeing a therapist. All they do is pretend to care and try to 'fix' me. I don't need fixing, I'm not some broken toy."

"Well, bottling it up like you have been obviously isn't helping," he points out.

"I'm not ready to-" I collide with a hard chest. I look up to see a man with long hair that was teased in the back and dramatic face makeup. His face held, what seemed like, a permanent frown and his eyes were hard. I adjust my glasses, "Hey, I'm sorr-"

"Hey! Do you not have eyes?! Are you not capable of watching where you're fucking going?! Are you a fucking idiot?!" he cuts me off with a scowl on his face.

"Hey! calm down, it was an accident." I say, trying to reason with him.

He gave me a sour look, "Yeah, the only accident I see here is you." I take a step back, surprised at his outburst.

This is where Ghost intervenes, "Hey Jake, lay off it, will you? She didn't mean it." So his name was Jake. Why was he acting like such an asshole? You would think that I ran over his dog with the way he was glaring at me. I could practically see steam coming out of his ears. He rolled his eyes and made sure to bump my shoulder with his as he was walking around us.

"What's his deal?" I ask Ghost.

"No idea, he has a major chip in his shoulder," he says, "but whatever it is, it doesn't matter because we probably won't see him very much anyway," he shrugged.

"How do you know him?" I pressed, realizing that Ghost called him by name.

"I don't really know him personally, the last Warped Tour we played, they also played," he explained.

"Oh," I frowned, bit let the subject drop, nonetheless.

"Let's get back to the bus, the party starts in an hour," he said turning around. I sigh and follow him with heavy feet.

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"Okay, let's go," I say, walking into the front lounge. The guys were spread out, looking bored out of their minds. But I guess that would be my fault, I made them wait while I changed. (http://www.polyvore.com/untitled_28/set?id=174726457) I had been wearing my pajamas all day, and I couldn't exactly wear them to a party.

"You made us wait 30 minutes for you to change into jeans and a T-shirt?" Ryan groaned from his spot on the couch.

"Ryan, shut up, we'll be fine. Besides, it's not like you weren't distracted texting your girlfriend," Ricky rolled his eyes and three a throw pillow at Ryan.

"Let's just go, I need a beer," and with that, Ryan walked off the bus.

My face scrunched up, "What's wrong with how I look? Should I go change? I don't even want to go to this stupid party, so I want to be comfortable, but do I look too comfortable?"

Angelo laughed from behind me and out his hand in my shoulder and led me off the bus, "Don't take it to heart, you know how he is. And it doesn't help he is worried about Allie because she's acting weird and he doesn't know why."

My eyebrows pulled together in confusion, "How is she acting weird?" By this time we were walking behind the rest of the group, as we didn't want Ryan to hear our conversation, and the party was at the busses on the other side of the lot.

"She's not been answering her phone, and when she does, she's short and snappy at him. Poor guy is trying the best he can to be nice, he sent flowers to her work yesterday, but all she did was yell at him because her allergies acted up." Angelo sighed and worry lined creased his forehead.

"Do you think they're going to break up?" I ask, it's hard to imagine them not together. They have been glued at the hip for years. They're like a package deal, you ask for one and you get both. Where one goes, the other follows. But no matter how much I like Allie, if she hurts him, she has hell coming her way.

"I don't know, but whatever happens, I hope it happens soon. Ryan is tearing himself up over this, and the sooner it is over the better, whether they stay together or not." Angelo says firmly. I hope, for Ryan's sake, that if they do break up, that it is a clean break. The last thing we need is to have a broken hearted Ryan for the next three months.

"Yeah, if she wants to break up, she shouldn't be stringing him along like this, it's not fair to him," I sigh. I can see the party ahead of us, and it looks like most of Warped Tour shows up. There were tables set to the side with bottles of alcohol on them, and I could hear people playing beer pong in the distance and people cheering. There were colored lights hanging in the trees nearby and loud music playing. So loud, in fact, that I could barley hear Ryan when he told the group that he was going to get a drink.

"So much for not getting drunk, I'll go with him to make sure he doesn't do anything stupid," Ghost followed Ryan, shaking his head. Looking around I see Being Me The Horizon, Pierce The Veil, All Time Low, Of Mice And Men, Sleeping With Sirens, and tons of other bands that I didn't know the name of. I forgot how big these parties were, and even though I feel slightly uncomfortable with all these drunk people staggering around, but I'll be fine as long as I have someone I know by my side. That someone will most likely be Chris seeing as he doesn't drink.

"Hey, me and Balz are going to go play some beer pong," Ricky yells, leaning in so me and Chris could hear him over the music and drunken slurs.

"I guess it's just you and me," I throw smile at Chris.

"Actually, I was kind of hoping to watch Balz and Ricky play beer pong," he smiles sheepishly.

I sigh, "Just me then... I guess I'll just call Nix and see how the shop is doing," I rub my palms on my jeans nervously. All these drunk people are making me nervous, but I don't want Chris to have to babysit me. Why did they make me go to this stupid party if they were just going to ditch me anyway?

"You're the best," he smiles and gathers me in a hug.

"Oh, I know," I wink, "now go, have fun," I push him away. Once he I'd out of sight, I sigh and pull my phone out. We have only been gone one day, seeing as we left at seven this morning and arrived at seven at night. But a lot can go wrong in one day. I dial the number and let it ring.

"Hello?" he answers.

"Hey, it's me. How's the shop doing? I know we only had a couple clients scheduled for today, how many walk-in's did we have?" I ask.

"Uh, the shop is doing good, the clients were happy and only three walk-in's, but go have fun, everything is under control." I could hear the worry in his voice.

"Nix... what aren't you telling me?" I hesitated, slightly worrying. what had happened while I was gone? I knew coming on tour with the guys was a bad idea.

"Nothing major. Just, uh, we're were supposed to have a shipment of ink today... and they haven't shown up," he hesitated.

"What do you mean they haven't shown up?" I raise my voice and gain some looks. I walk away from the party so that I could hear him better, and so that I wouldn't disturb anybody.

"They were scheduled to arrive this morning, but they haven't come yet." he explained.

"You ordered them, right? If you ordered them when I told you to, then they should be there!" I yell, I feel slightly bad for yelling at him when it clearly isn't his fault, but my guilt is overpowered by the anger of knowing that we don't have any new ink, and we're already low. If we don't get the ink shipment soon, we are going to have to close up until we get more. Closing up means clients go somewhere else, which ultimately means no money and I eventually go broke and homeless.

"Never mind, call the ink company and figure out where the ink is and call me back when you find anything out." I hang up. I take a deep breath, this day couldn't get any worse, and this defiantly didn't help with my nerves. "I need a cigarette," I mutter.
I walk to the nearest bus and lean up against it as I pull my pack of cigarettes out if my pocket. I set one in between my lips as I search my pockets for a lighter and come up empty, I sigh as I realize that if I want to smoke, I would have to go all the way back to my bus to get my lighter.

"Need a light?" a voice asks from beside me. I turn my head to find a man with leather clad hands holding out a lighter.

"Yeah... thanks," I hesitated, glad when I didn't smell alcohol on him while listing my cigarette.
"No problem, it sounded like you needed it, nice necklace by the way" he complemented my batman dog tags. I took this time to look at him, he was tall and thin with long black hair, shaved on one side, and a lip ring and a nose ring. A 'Kiss' T-shirt that had had the sleeves cut off, and had small holes cut out randomly. He also had black jeans and all black Converses. I inhale and let the delicious poison fill my lungs and calm my nerves, I hand the lighter back.

"You don't want to listen to my woes, so, are you going to tell me your name or are you going to make me beg for it?" I raise an eyebrow and blow out the smoke away from us.

"Andy Biersack."

Notes

Another suckish chapter, but let me know what you think.