I woke up to a loud thump and a throbbing head ache.

I groaned and rolled onto my side, sliding back the curtain on my bunk and peaking out. The only light was from the sun peaking through the curtains and it was quiet on the bus from everyone sleeping, but multiple muffled curse words were coming from the ground. I looked down and rolled my eyes at the sight of Kush lying there on his face, only in his underwear. "Did you fall out of bed again, Kush?" I laughed when he responded with a groan of pain.

I rolled onto my back and rubbed my eyes, feeling my sore muscles ache. All I wanted to do was go back to sleep for the next year and not deal with the hangover that was coming my way. But, the hangover would be worth it.. I vaguely remember anything about last night after I got to partying and I'm not even sure how I ended back up in my bunk, but I know it was a fucking great time. I do remember meeting a lot of people. A nice way to make friends is to party with them.

The rest of the night is a blur, except one thing that I couldn't not remember even if I wanted to forget it. It was in the back of my mind just burning my brain away. It was a good burn, but a confusing one. I kissed Austin. Normally that wouldn't be a big deal for me, but the thing was it wasn't one of those kisses that made me want to hook up with him and then not talk to him again.. It was one of those kisses that made me want to kiss him a hundred times more and get to know every part of his lips and soul.

What the hell is happening to me? Since when did I want to get to know anyones soul?

I let out another groan and threw my blankets off me, slowly sliding out of my bunk and hoisting myself out onto the floor, trying not to step on Kush who had fallen back asleep there. I usually wasn't affected to terribly by hangovers, but I had drank a lot last night.
I tip toed my way to the small bathroom which really only had a shower, toilet, and sink in it. Our bus was small, not as big or fancy as the other popular bands, but it was comfy. Except when you were trying not to step on your drunk bandmates.

It wasn't until I had gone to the bathroom and was holding my hands under the sink to wash them that I noticed the black scribbles on my arm. I squinted my eyes at it, then pulled my hand away from the water, holding it up to my face. Those weren't scribbles, it was a phone number. '714-234-8473 -A'

A? I smiled to myself thinking of who it could be, but quickly wiped that off my face. It's not a big deal.

I left the bathroom and quickly changed out of my clothes from last night that I was wearing into a sports bra and a pair of sweats. Today we don't have any sets, but we do have a few interviews. It's a pretty easy day, which is good because I don't think performing with my hangover and sore body would be very fun for anyone.

It took me a minute for me to locate my phone, but when I did I was taken back my all the notifications I had. I had the normal ones from fans which I made a mental note to look through later, but then multiple ones saying I was tagged in a bunch of pictures and tweets along with new followers that happened to be the guys I met last night. I let my nervous fingers unlock my phone and go to twitter to see what all these tweets were. I found my self smiling at some of them;

@piercethevic: 'party with this girl! Fucking rockstar @holyhellhendrix...' Attatched to it was a picture of me kissing Vic's cheek, both of us looking drunk and silly.

@olobersyko: 'REUNITED! @holyhellhendrix..' A picture of both of us flipping the camera off was attached, the top of our lips in a playful growl.

@darkened_kyle: 'whaat?! How are my fellow bandmates getting more ass than me?? @greeneggsandsam @holyhellhendrix @Kellinquinn...' In the picture attached to Kush's tweet Sammy was in the background, pushing some girl against a wall and sucking her face, while I was dancing, or grinding, with Kellin.
Kellin had responded to it with a smiley face and 'good times.'

@AlanAshby: hot @holyhellhendrix @dizzyizzy...'My mouth fell open in laughter at that picture. Izzy and I were all up on each other, sexy grinding, obviously catching attention. I saved the few pictures to my phone then started to look through the rest of the tweets and responses from some other people I met last night. Partying is a VERY good way to make friends.

It wasn't until I saw some of the responses that my smile faltered. There was a large amount of hate and rumors that were being spread about me. I really don't care what my haters say about me, but they started to dish on my bandmates and the people I was in pictures with, too. The worst part is some of the people called themselves fans. You are no fan of mine if you hate on my friends. I wasn't going to let low life's bring me down, because this is my dream, I can control what I let affect me.
I sighed and closed twitter, opening up my messages and composing a new one, typing in the number on my arm.

Me: Austin??

I wasn't very sure if it was Austin, or some random guy last night, since I remember next to nothing, but who else's name started with A?

I then set my phone down and laid my head back on the couch, enjoying the peace and quiet, trying to ignore my throbbing headache. I let my mind start to brainstorm for a new song I was writing, or was trying to write. I've been so busy lately that I really haven't had time to focus on it.. Plus, normally when I wrote I was on some high of inspiration and my mind has been a little crowded lately.

As I tried to let my mind go free, I found it always wandering back to that kiss last night. It had felt so good. His hands and lips and the tingles they provided had almost the same effect on me as the crowds roars and screams did when I was performing. What was that all about?
As if reading my damn mind, I felt my phone vibrate against me, catching my attention.

714-234-8473: Yeah(: Is this Hazel?

I smiled a little and added him into my contacts.

Me: Actually, this is a psychopath that is currently watching you and plotting your murder. :)
Austin: I don't know if I should be turned on or creeped out right now..? ;p
Me: Turned on. Definitely turned on.
Austin: Hahaha, how are you??
Me: Hungover and craving pizza.
Austin: I have a set at 2, want to get some pizza before?

I smiled and bit my lip to hold out a giggle. Was he asking me on a date? No, it couldn't be.. It is just lunch. He probably doesn't even remember the kiss, and anyways, I'm not looking for a date or boyfriend. I'm perfectly satisfied with just my music.

Me: Sure, mind if I watch some of your set after? I haven't seen you guys play before.
Austin: Sounds great! I'll be at your bus in an hour(:

An hour? Shit, it was already lunch time?
I got off the couch slowly, not to make myself dizzy and stumbled back into the bathroom for the second time this morning, but this trip bringing appropriate clothes to change into and for a shower.

I made it a quick one, but made sure to relish in the hot water a little bit, letting it ease my headache. When I got out I put on a pair of blank skinny jeans with frayed rips and my superman white tank top which tied in the front above my belly button. I brushed through my hair and let it fall naturally, then threw on a small amount of make up before putting in my ear cuffs and my lip ring, which was also another cuff but was a small skeleton hand. (outfit)

I didn't give myself another glance in the mirror before I was out of the bathroom, grabbing some money while slipping on my vans and sunglasses, knowing I already spent too much time showering and getting dressed. "Psst." I poked nudged Kush on the floor with my foot, but he just groaned. "I'm going out to lunch."
Kush just groaned again in response, so I walked over to the kitchen area, pulling out a notepad and jotting down a note that I would be gone for lunch and not to forget we had interviews at 5. I then quickly took a few pain pills for my hangover, hearing a light knock on the bus door when I did. This is just a lunch. Just having fun, right?

I went over and opened the door with a smile, being greeted by warm eyes and a toothy grin. He had on a black Of Mice and Men tank top that was cut so it barely covered any of his shoulders or sides. Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining. His arms, one covered in tattoos and the other not, were laced with muscles, and from what I could see, his chest was nice too. His eyes though, those big brown eyes that always seemed to have a twinkle in them got me every time. "Hey," I called in a hush voice and silently shut the bus door behind me. "They're all still passed out."

"Too much fun last night?" He laughed as I hopped down the stairs and we started to walk away from the bus.

"Oh yeah. I can barely remember a thing and I didn't even drink as much as them," I laughed, but swear I saw a ghost of a frown lightly dance across his face. I felt kind of bad, but then my heart fluttered knowing he must have remembered the kiss as much as I have. It's better for me to play it off, though.

He let out a small laugh, which sounded a little forced and we walked in silence for a little bit. "So, tell me about yourself," he asked, turning his head to face me, his smile returning.

"What do you want to know?" I looked up to him, our eyes connecting.

"Pfft, i don't know. You're favorite food? song? movie? Where you came from? The basic stuff!" We laughed and I honestly had to think about what I wanted to tell him. Did he really want to know? And why would he?

"Well, I don't have a favorite song, there are too many to chose from, it's impossible... And my favorite movie has got to be Avatar."

"James Cameron's?" He asked and I nodded. "That movies awesome!"

"Trust me, I know." We both laughed. "Once I was watching it and half way through the movie I was trying to learn the language the blue people spoke.. Yeah, really. And they actually have a bunch of websites for it," I was already laughing by the time I finished talking and Austin put his hand over his mouth and bent over a little, letting his laughs sneak out. "I might have been high, I'm not sure." I shrugged, both of us laughing more as we walked. "But, I mean how cool would it be to know that language?!"

"Wow.. I.. That's great." He laughed. "What about where you are from?"

"I was actually raised by a pack of wolves, so..." Luckily enough for me we had arrived at the small food section that had the tent which was serving pizza in it so Austin could only let out a small snorted laugh. I hated that question; where are you from. Why does it matter? I thought people were high on "the past is the past" and "it's behind me" so why focus on where we were from and not just worry about where we are today. My past certainly was something buried so deep that someone would need a excavator to dig it up.

We both ordered a slice of pizza, me getting a water with it and him a monster. I liked monster, but I was also a little afraid of drinking too much of it, plus, it definitely doesn't taste good with pizza. We went over and sat at one of the picnic tables that were behind the food stands, away from the tons of people. It was busy here today, like always, and as much as it was fun to see all of our fans, sometimes it's nice to just be able to eat with out being interrupted. I was actually surprised we had even made it over to ordering our food without being stopped because people were buzzing around everywhere.

"So, where are you going?" I asked randomly, catching him in the middle of taking a bite. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion at me as he chewed quickly. "What do you mean?"

"You asked me where I was from and I'm asking you where you are going." I stated.

"Uh," he rubbed a hand over his chin. "I'm going to my set after this."

"No, not like that. I mean where are you going." I unscrewed the cap on my water and took a sip. "To me it's the more important question. I'm not asking you about who you were, because we all have pasts, I'm asking you who you are now and where you're gona go. That's important to me." He looked at me for a minute, his arm frozen holding his monster can up a little bit in front of his mouth while his eyes studied me, his mouth twitching from a slight smile.

He put the monster down, his eyes twinkling at me once more before he leaned closer. "I'm going everywhere. I'm going to live and rock and roll until I can't anymore." I smiled, completely agreeing. He then realized something and I could tell a question was immediately on his mind when he leaned back, squinting his eyes a little. "But, how am I supposed to get to know you without your past?"

"Easy." I sat up straight. "My name is Hazel. My nickname is Starr. My band is called Darkened Moon. I am the lead vocalist. My best friend is Sammy. Pizza is one of my favorite foods. I love tattoos. I love piercings. My favorite TV show is The Walking Dead. My favorite movie is Toy Story. And that's all of right now, in the present."

He smiled, but then sat up straight, also. "I thought your favorite movie is Avatar."

"It is."

"Then why did you say Toy Story?"

"Because I'm a pathological liar. Everything I just told you could be a lie."

"If you are a psychotic liar, why would you tell me?" He raised an eyebrow. A smirk would be on his face if he wasn't trying to figure me out.

"True, you're right. But, then I just lied about being a psychotic liar, so where does that leave us?" A playful smirk was on my lips as I watched him try to understand me.

"You mysterious and me confused."

"Good." My smirk spread and I stood up from the table, grabbing my trash and walking it to the trash bin. That was one way to ward him off my past. I came back to and sat on the table by him, watching him with his eyes still on me. "Come on, your set is soon."

"Who are you?" His voice was low and quiet, making a small shiver come over me, then smile as I stood up, "Hazel Hendrix." I grabbed his hand and pulled him up, lugging him away.

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The music was like nothing I've ever heard before. Watching them play was like nothing I've ever seen before. And I found myself instantly enjoying their music and their passion... and definitely Austin's screaming. It was so raw and bare, whatever emotion their was he was screaming it right out of him. It was inspiring really, and he seemed to have as much passion for it that it was just bubbling out of him.

Their crowd blew me away. They were huge and crazy for this band. It was amazing.

Getting lost in their performance was much easier than I would have imagined and when they sang their last song, finishing off for the crowd I hadn't even realized it was already 15 minutes until 5. I had an interview at 5. "Shit."

I jogged over to the side of the stage, not having to worry about being stopped by security because I had already been back here and they knew me. I saw Austin and his band hugging, him no longer having a shirt after getting it ripped off him by the crowd. Fuuuuuuuuck he was beautiful. "Hey!" I smiled and ran over, not even knowing I had given him a hug until his arms wrapped back around me for a small second, filling me with warmth. "You guys did great! Fucking blew me away," he smiled at me for a minute, before remembering his band and turning around to face them. "Hey guys, this is Hazel. Hazel this is Alan, Tino, Phil, and Aaron." He pointed at each one and they all gave me a smile and a nod, besides Alan who threw his arm around my shoulder. "I know this girl, she parties like a fucking rockstar... But, I didn't know you were friends with this dope head." He teased at Austin.

Austin smacked him across the back of his head playfully and everyone laughed a little. "Nice meeting you guys, but I gotta run, I have an interview in about..- now," I checked my watch and they all chuckled at me. "I'll see you later," I waved at most of them, but let my eyes connect with Austin's before I turned around and started to hurry toward the interview tent.

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Notes

okay so, sorry it took me a little longer to get this chapter up! And kind of a random ending haha.

But, now that I'm past most of the business in my week, I'll hopefully just be coming out with more and more chapters!

What do you think happened in her past that she forced herself to bury it away? Will she figure out/accept what's happening with Austin?
Let me know what you think!!