Andy's P.O.V

As soon as Carter closes the bus door, I turn and glare at Jake, "What's your deal? What do you have against her, you've never even talked to her."

He looked at me with a smug look on his face, "I don't have to talk to her to know her. They're all the same. I don't see how you can talk to her like she's not going to try and suck you off the first chance she gets."

I stand up from the couch, "Don't talk about Carter like that!" I raise my voice.

After seeing the startled look on his face, I take a deep breath and force myself to calm down, "Listen, I know you're bitter because of what Ella did, but you can't go judging girls you don't know because of something one girl did to you, six months ago."

He glared at me, "This has nothing to do with her,"

I throw my hands in the air in frustration, "Well then what does it have to do with? Because obviously something is holding you back, Jake."

He gave me a sour look and crossed his arms, "Nothing is wrong, and nothing is holding me back. I'm fine."

I give him a look, "Obviously you're not fine, I haven't seen you be nice to one girl since-"

"Well actually-" Jake interrupted.

"One night stands don't count," I cut him off with a sigh.

He walks over to sit on the couch, and he leans his elbows on his knees and rests his head in his hands.

I sit down beside him and rub his back, "Jake, I only want what's best for you, and closing yourself off from every girl you meet isn't good for you. You are losing potential friends."

He groaned and lifted his head from his hands, "I don't need anymore friends, I have you and the guys and that's all I need."

"You can't rely on us all the time, you need to stop closing yourself off from not only girls, but other guy friends as well. Which is why when Carter comes over to watch Batman movies with me, you are going to apologize to her, and watch them with us."


Carter's P.O.V

I woke up with a slight pounding in my head. I sit up and realize that I am no longer on the couch in the front lounge, but my bunk. Someone must have brought me back here when they got back from the party last night. I roll out of my bunk and stumble around looking for my glasses. I eventually find them and make my way to the small kitchen.

I open the refrigerator door and groan at you sight of the almost-empty shelves. The only things in the fridge are some Monsters, and leftovers from when we stopped at a restaurant the other day. We need to go grocery shopping soon. I gave up looking in the refrigerator and grabbed a granola bar from the cabinet. A groaning Chris stumbles into the kitchen and plops down in one of the chairs at the table.

"How's the hangover treating you?" I giggled, seeing him glare at me.

"Ha ha ha, very funny. So how did you'd talk with Andy go?" he asked, hopefully. Wow, I knew I was a loser, but the fact that he was so eager made me realize how much of a loser I really was.

"Good, I guess. I found out that he likes Batman too, in fact he wants to have a Batman marathon with me." I picked at a loose thread on my jeans to avoid looking at him.

"That's amazing, Carter! Why don't you look happy?" he asked.

I sigh, "Do I really want to do this again? I don't even know him that well, for all I know he could be a murderer."

Chris laughs, then groans and rubs his temples, "I'm almost positive that he's not a murderer, and it's not like you will be too far, his bus parks beside ours. If you do end up getting a strange vibe front him, you can leave and come back."

"Okay, I guess," I mutter.

A smile slowly spreads across Chris' face, "So you'll go?"

I sigh, "Yeah, I'll go," I look up at the ceiling, "What have I gotten myself into?"

"This is good for you, I promise," He states firmly.

"I hope so."

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It has been almost a week since the bus incident and me and Andy had decided that our Batman movie marathon would be tonight after the stop in Texas because we have a free day tomorrow, so he won't have to worry about being tired for his set. I grab my phone and put it in the back pocket of my black jeans. (http://www.polyvore.com/untitled_16/set?id=168384835)

"All right, I'm leaving for Andy's bus now," I call out to Chris and Angelo, who were playing Call Of Duty on the television.

"Alright, stay safe and text us if you need anything," Angelo said, not tearing his eyes from the screen.

"Yup, I'm leaving right now..." I say, not making any move to leave.

"Okay, bye," Chris told me, letting out a frustrated sound as his character died.

"Uh-huh, right now," I put my hand on the door knob then hesitated, "unless you guys need me to stay back and help you with something. I'm sure Andy will understand if-"

I was cut off by Chris' sigh. He got up from his spot on the couch, walked over to me and wrapped me in a hug, pulling me close to him. "Listen, Carter, it's okay to be scared. You're still learning how to open up and trust new people. All that matters is that your trying." He smiled at me.

"I'm not scared," I grumbled, my words muffled by the fabric of his shirt.

He raised his perfectly-drawn eyebrows at me, "Oh really, if you're not scared, then why don't you leave and go to Andy's bus?"

I pulled out of his arms, "Fine, maybe I will." Before I knew it, I was already out the door and knocking on Andy's bus door. I suddenly regret my decision to agree to do this. I'm not ready for this. I can feel my heart pounding in my chest, my chest tightens, and my breaths start coming out in short pants. I can feel the beginning of an anxiety attack creeping its way into my body. My throat constricts and its suddenly hard to breathe.

My legs grow weak, I sit down on the asphalt and bring my knees to my chest, tightly close my eyes. My breathing becomes ragged and I can hear someone talking to me in the distance. I try to concentrate on what they are saying, but all I can hear is the pounding of my heart. The person grabs my hand and put it on their chest and I can feel them taking slow, deep breaths. I try and make my breathing match up with theirs, and eventually, I feel my muscles relax and my hearing become clearer.

I pull my hand away from their chest and open my eyes. I lift my head to find the person that helped me, was Andy. I immediately feel embarrassed, I can't believe he saw me have a panic attack. I also can't believe that he could calm me down so quickly. Usually, unless I am with one of the guys, it takes me anywhere from ten minutes to an hour to fully calm myself down. The only reason the guys know what to do when I have a panic attack, is because they were friends with me when they started, so the therapist that I was seeing at the time told them how to handle me when I got them. Andy smiled and stood up as he held his hand out for me to take. I hesitantly put my hand in his and he helped me stand up.

I blushed as I took my hand away from his, "Sorry you had to see that. I'm sorry if I freaked you out, I understand if you don't want to hang out with me anymore," I hung my head in embarrassment.

"It's perfectly okay, you didn't freak me out at all. I have a cousin that has really bad anxiety and sometimes he has panic attacks like that. And why would you think that I wouldn't want to hang out with you? You seem really cool, now let's get inside, we have a marathon to start!" He said marching onto the bus with me in tow behind him.

I walk up the stairs and find that his bus has a similar layout to ours. I glance over and see Jake sitting on the left side of the couch with his arms crossed.

I paused, looking at Andy, "What's he doing here?"

"Yeah, I'm not exactly thrilled to be here either, Sugar," he said with sarcasm and glared at me.

"Jake," Andy gave him a warning look.

Jake sighed, "Listen Carver-"

"Carter," I interrupted.

"Whatever," he said, "I'm sorry about what I said the other day, I was having a bad day and I was just taking it out on you."

I was taken aback, I thought that he was just going to insult me again. I didn't think that he would apologize. "Uh, yeah. I- It's fine," I stutter.

"Even though what I said wasn't wrong-" He smirks.

"Okay! Let's put in the first movie!" Andy exclaims, cutting off Jake's comment.

After he put it the movie, Andy took the right side of the couch, forcing me to take the seat in between them. I awkwardly fold my hands in my lap. Me and Andy talk about how Batman has changed throughout all of the movies. Jake jumps in every now and then to say something, but stays quiet for the most part.

During the first movie, all I can think is how close I am to Jake and how I can feel his warm breath when he exhales. I wonder why he hates me. I couldn't have done anything to him, I just met him last week. I wonder why he apologized, it didn't sound sincere, but something in his eyes told me that he meant it. And most importantly, why can't I get him out of my head. As the credits for the movie roll down the screen Andy jumps out of his place on the couch and goes to the TV to change the movie.

"I hate how they ended that one," Andy sighs.

"Yeah, and Christian Bale isn't even my favorite Batman," I explain. Even though I was distracted, I still know what the movie was about, I have probably all of the Batman movies a million times.

"EXACTLY! I'm glad someone finally gets it," he smiles at me.

As it gets later into the night and I can feel my eyelids getting heavy. About halfway through the third movie, I give in and fall asleep to the low murmur of the guys whispering to each other.


Andy's P.O.V

We were halfway through the third movie and Jake and I were talking about ideas for the next album when I saw light shuffling in the corner of my eye. I look over to find that Cater has fallen asleep and can't get comfortable. She turns and leans her body into Ashley's side, her body stops fidgeting the second she is pressed up against his side.

He looks at me with panic in his eyes, "What do I do?"

I chuckle, he may act tough around girls like Carter, but he couldn't hurt a fly. He was harmless, really. "Pick her up, we're going to take her to the Motionless bus."

He looked awkward at first, but eventually picked her up bridal style. I stood up and held the door for him. We didn't have to walk very far considering their bus is right next to ours. I knock on the door and a second later Chris opens the door. He looks from me, to Jake, to Carter in his arms.

"She fell asleep during the third movie," I explain once I realize how bad it looks for us to show up with her passed out in Jake's arms.

"Oh, yeah she never was very good at staying awake during movies." He chuckled and took her from Jake and walked back in the bus. When he came back he thanked us for inviting her to watch movies. We said our goodbyes and walked back to our bus.

"Now, that wasn't so bad, was it?" I question Jake. "See? Not all girls are the devil. Not all girls are like her."

Notes

Sorry, slightly shorter chapter this time. I haven't been able to write very much lately. It's been a rough couple of weeks because of Thanksgiving and Christmas, and having to visit judgmental family... but yeah. Give me feedback and let me know what you guys think.