I just rip open the bottle and chug. And chug. The bottle empties before I’m done.
“Shit girl, that was cray!” A familiar voice says from next to me.
“I’ve only met one other girl who could do that.” He takes a sip of jack. Please don’t be him. Please don’t be him. I turn and look, but it is indeed him. He looks back at me, and his eyes get wide.
“Ash,” I barely whisper, but he still hears me.


*FLASHBACK*

Five years ago, Cali
“Look Cat. I’ve known you since Pre-K. You’re my best friend. But Kitty, I wanna be so much more than friends.” I stare at him.
“I love you.” He tells me. He looks hopeful. Something inside me breaks.
“Ash-“ He cuts me off with a kiss. My heart jostles against my ribs. A painful reminder, of just why I couldn’t. I’m crying now.
“I’m sorry Cat. That was stupid.” He looked defeated. Now it was my turn. I kissed him, hard on the mouth. Filled with passion and desire. I stare at his face, he’s so perfect. Now he’s crying too. But I can’t smile through my tears. It’s raining. Perfect timing.
“Ash, I love you too. I really do. I just, I just can’t.” It wasn’t supposed to end like this. At least he would be safe. I kiss him on the head. He’s still in shock.
“I’m sorry.” That’s the last thing I said to him. And then I ran. I ran and packed. I got on the first bus out of town, with a sock full of money, a pocket full of tears, and an empty hole in my chest. My heart used to live there, but like many to follow, it was stolen by Ashley Purdy. And I was powerless to what was happening.

*END FLASHBACK*
“Could we talk please?” I desperately need to talk to him, to try to explain.
“I’ve got nothing to say to you.” He’s no longer in a joking mood. But has a sudden vigorous interest in increasing his blood alcohol level.
There was a lamp crash behind me. Kate. She was grinding one of the Brides. Great, I am so not going to let her date one of the noobs. Not saying I might not grind Ash… If he would have me, I don’t know if we’ll ever get back to how we were.
“Look, I’ve got to go. I dunno when I’ll be able to talk. My band, Lethal Relativity, leaves for tour on Monday. And I’ve got a lot to say to you.” I write my number down on a napkin and push it over to him.
“The most important thing,” I say pulling his chin up, so he looks me in the eye, “ Is that I’m sorry.” I kiss him on the head, and walk away. Time to save Kate from STD’s and single parenting. I pull her to the door.
“Katttteeeee, don’t leave me!” This bride was like a foot and a half taller than her. He was also heavily intoxicated, and was slurring like crazy.
“Sorry Andddyyy Babbby, my friend here hasn’t had enough to drink.” I pull her out of the room. The Vodka trick is starting to get to me. Now I’m slurring too. We get outside and Kate pulls out her keys. I take them from her and throw them at the wheel of the car. She can go without her car for a day. It’s that or a DUI. I pull out my phone and call a cab. Ten minutes later we’re on our way home.

<^>^<^>^<^>^<^>^<^>KATE<^>^<^>^<^>^<^>^<^>^<^>^<^>

I don’t remember how I got there, but when I wake up, I’m in bed. I sit up. OW! MY head feels like someone took a jack hammer to it.
“I’m never drinking again!” I whimper as loud as I can without hurting my head more.
“You say that every time you have a hangover.” Cat sniggers. I turn over in bed, she’s sitting on my dresser. She holds up a cup of greenish brown liquid. I gladly accept.
“Thanks Cat.” I try to smile. It comes out as more of a grimace.
“What time is it anyways?” I ask sipping the drink. I don’t know what it’s made of, only that it tastes like shit and cures every hangover symptom besides the eyes. Cat makes them every time we get hangovers.
“Ten thirtyish.” She replies. Wow, considering we went to bed at like four in the morning, that’s pretty amazing for us. She’s chuckling, seeing my though process,
“PM Kate, not AM.” Wait. That means I slept the whole day. Which means we only have like five hours until we need to be at the studio to leave for tour.
“ Cat,” I say solemnly, I can feel the pain in my head receding already. I take another big swig.
“We only have five hours to pack!” And with that, she returns to her room, and we both start scrambling to pack on time. I pack all flats. I don’t own any heels. Firstly, because they hurt my feet, and secondly, because they don’t make cute heels in my size. 5. I know, sad right? Besides that, I get in plenty of cute underwear, bras, dresses, shirts, skinny jeans, some skirts, sunglasses and a couple pairs of shorts. I throw in 4 or 5 pairs of sweat too. Bitches love sweats. Opps, I almost forgot my jammies. Bottom drawer is jammies and socks. I’ll need them both. I open it and look in. Spiderman onsies, cut up Spiderman shirts, Spiderman socks, a misplaced Spiderman thong, oh, and my Spiderman flannel underpants. My wardrobe shows my colors. Red and blue baby. I’m a spidery girl.
Anywhoreos, besides Spiderman, I have some knee high socks, some school girl, and others have skulls and cross bones on them. Can’t forget my rainbow toe socks either. After a moments hesitation, I decide to just dump the whole drawer in my suitcase. I grab my jewelry box and empty that into my suitcase too. Ready.
“Cat, I’m ready!” I yell to the hall.
“Have you even been in the bathroom yet?” She screams back. Makeup. Hair shit. I should probably bring that with me. Or look like a bag of smashed assholes the whole tour. I think I forgot a couple other things too. I grab all my purses and look them over. I grab a big tote, with lots of pockets and put it to the side. Then I grab a black, over the shoulder and stuff my wallet, keys, phone, headphones, IPod, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, water bottle, and gum into it. I throw the rest of my bags into my suitcase and zip it up. I run to the bathroom and throw my hair up in a messy bun. No that looks weird. I take it down, and put in a sleek high side pony. A DORA BOWL! I put thick eyeliner and some lip-gloss before dumping all my cosmetics and hair products into the tote. I pull out my keys and unlock my special drawer. Cat doesn’t know about this stuff. The contents of the drawer stare back at me. Blades, gauze, alcohol pads, pain killers, diet pills, and laxatives. I can’t leave them here. I wrap them up in a shower cap and throw them in too. I’ll organize it later. Huffing, I make my way back to my room. The tote fits into the front flap of the suitcase. Then, I realize I need to change. I grab some sweats and a Joy Division tank top. Good enough. After changing, I decide sunglasses will help cover up my bloodshot eyes. The last pair outside my suitcase is on my face in a flash. Yanking a hoddie off the back of the door, I pull it down over my tank. Grateful Dead. How fitting. Cat comes in my room, she’s dressed similarly. She hands me a cup of java, nodding
“Your hair looks pretty like that. I got all my stuff ready and…” She pulls out her phone.
“It’s just early of 3, we should have enough time to swing by Olive’s, grab your car and make it to the studio on time!” She smiles. I just nod. I’m exhausted all ready. We get on our shoes (Black Adias basket ball shoes for her, Ice blue OSIRIS’ for me) and we leave. I don’t even bother to lock it behind me, we’re taking all the good stuff with us. There is a cab waiting at the street. Our driver is a middle age woman who smokes a lot. She gets our luggage into the trunk for us. That’s the last time either of us saw our home. That apartment treated us well, was a safe place when we needed it. Never too quiet, and had a heart. But it’s nothing compared to where we’ll live next.




:3 Cat :3

Kate’s wheels screech the pavement of the studio parking lot. I check my phone.
3:44
A minute early.
“Kate,” I gasp, getting out of the car.
“That may just have been worth it.” She grins at this. I’m still shocked I’m alive. Her driving is usually bad, but with rushing, the speedometer didn’t dip below 90 the whole time.
We grab our bags and suitcases from her trunk and close it.
“Do you know where we’re supposed to go?” She asks. It’s really dark. Her car lights turned off when we closed the trunk. The headlights answer before I can. They shine bright, just off too our left. A minute later, the lights inside click on and we can see it. Our tour bus is massive!
“Are you seeing what I’m seeing?” I question. She just nods. Martin, a guy I’ve never seen before, MAria, Olive, and Maddy are all by the door of the bus.
Martin spots us, “Ladies, just on time. Here let me help you with your bags.” As much of an ass he can be, he is strong. He carries both our suitcases onboard for us. We join the girls at the entrance.
“Are you ready to see our tour bus?” Maddy squeals.
“Like totally!” I say.
“Duhhhh!” Olive shrieks.
“Let’s do this!” Kate smiles looking excited.
A one big Texan “ Hell Yea!” from MAria.
So one by one, we all climb abroad. Like on the bus, not like on a woman. I’m second, right after Maddy. The front lounge is large with two tables with seating for four at each, and a couch on the other side. Bonus, there’s two flat screens on the walls above the tables. We go a little farther back. There is a small kitchenette, and next to it is the bathroom.
Then come my favorite part. The bunks! Maddy immediately claims the first top bunk. Kate pushes me away and cuts in front of me to nab the bed on the back wall. The only one, because it’s not part of a bunk. Damn her. She has enough room to stand on her bed, because there isn’t another above it. Begrudgingly, I put my bag on the bottom bunk closes to her. We all get our stuff settled in, and just start to hang in the bunk area. The man I didn’t recognize comes back to us.
“Hey ladies, my name is Joseph, you can call me Joe. I will be your driver. And that,” He says pointing to a secluded bunk above the area he drives, “Is my room. Nobody goes in there. Besides that, the bus is free reign. Please don’t leave big messes, I get to clean this thing top to bottom everyday. Besides your bunks that is. We will be leaving for Viginia shortly.” Well he seemed nice. He walks back up to the front of the bus. We all mindlessly hang around the bus for the next couple hours. When we pull up to the venue, I can see all the other tour busses. We’re all parked in one big circle. Across from us and over one is a red one. With Black Veil Brides written on the side. My phone goes off.

NEW MESSAGE
UNKNOWN NUMBER

Unknown: Hey, It’s Ashley. Alright If I come on your bus?

I add him to my contacts, and reply.
Me: Yea, and thanks. If you don’t know which bus, it the big one. With my face plastered on it. :3

A couple minutes later, Joe comes back.
“Cat, you have a visitor."

Notes

RE: I had to repost it. My laptop is a fuck off. "Nuff said.
Thanks for not getting bitchey on me. <3

People ask me If I ever sleep. The answer is no, and I'm perfectly happy with that arrangement.
So, yea. Another cliff hanger.
I've got some great idea's for the next chapter, but lemme know why you think she left.
And suggestions on Andy and Kate would be amazing.
After the show, I think there gonna get drunk and get slap happy on you mama jokes.
LOL, I did that at a camp once, when we were camping out in TeePees.
Current Song: King for a Day ~ Pierce The Veil Ft. Kellin Quinn AND Riot Girl ~ Good Charlotte
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