A couple of tour dates in and we are almost to Los Angeles. I'm excited to see my parents, I guess. I love them to death. They are coming to the show. They always love to watch me. We are going to drive by to my parents house to pick them up. We are also going to get a quick a shower. Thank God, they live right down the street from the venue. We arrive at their house, the whole crew and band come in. We are doing laundry and showering. The buses were early today. The rest of them went to the venues. My mom helped me do the laundry and every guy showered before I did. I had fucking freezing water but I didn't care. I just wanted to shower. I got out and changed into my stage clothes. We end up leaving because we are first on stage tonight. We drive down to venue and out our gear out of the trailer. My parents just stayed in the dressing room as we did set up, but my mom had her camera. We get done with sound check and went back to the dressing room.
"Smile sweethearts," Mom cooed/demanded when we walked in.
We all smiled and she took a picture of us. I slipped my way to the mirror. I pulled my hair back into a ponytail, letting the stuff that was long enough fall. I teased them up. I pinned back my bangs. I look fucking ridiculous, I don't care though. I made my ponytail into a bun. I smiled. My mom was taking pictures of me the whole time, then she took pictures of the boys. They are the five sons she never wanted.
"Come here princess," My dad says as he looks at me.
I walked over to my dad as I sat on the floor in front of him, "Yes dad?"
"I'm proud of you," he says.
"Thanks Pop." I reply.
"Your mother wants you and the band in the next Christmas card."
"Ugh, of course she does."
"Just humor your mother, please?"
"Fine." I mumble.
We get called to stage. We go out on stage and my parents stand side stage, listening as we do our set. I saw Austin was standing with my parents. I blushed slightly. We had just ended a song, so Elijah decides to be funny.
"Why are you blushing? Is there some cute guy out in the audience?" Elijah teases.
"Shut uuuup," I look over at him, pouting.
"Now, you are pouting? Awwwwh," he coos.
"Do you want me to hug you and kiss your cheek and say 'I love you Elijahboo'?" I ask laughing.
"You wouldn't dare!"
"You embarrassed me and revenge is sweet."
I walk over to him, hugging him tightly, kissing his cheek. He pushed me away and I said loudly, "I LOVE YOU ELIJAHBOO!"
Everyone was laughing. I even saw my parents laughing. I sticked out my tongue at him. He rolls his eyes and started playing the next song. Once our set was over, I thanked the crowd, and walked off stage with everyone else. I hugged my parents tightly. My mom mumbled 'I love you I'm so proud.' My dad did the same. We walked back to the dressing room. Austin was in there, surprise surprise. I smiled small when I saw him. I introduced my parents to him.
"You are that tattooed scary man my daughter use to hang up in her room," my mom blurted out.
"MOM!" I said hiding my hands in my face, blush heating up in my cheeks.
Austin laugh, his eyes locked on mine, "Awh, how cute."
"Shuuuuuush." I whined.
York and Elijah walked my parents home, bless their hearts. Austin and I talked till he had to go on stage. I went and watched them play. I mumbles along to each song. They were amazing. I loved watching them live. Austin saw me and smiled. I waved and giggled quietly.
"Some one likes Austin," Simon using his singsong voice.
"No, they don't," I use my singsong voice.
"Yes, you do."
"No."
"Yes."
"Noooo." I push Simon carefully.
Their set ended. I walked back into the dressing room and grabbed my smokes. I walk down to the OMAM dressing room and I knock on the door. Alan opened the door.
"Hey Phoenix," He greeted.
"Do you wanna go out for a smoke?" I ask kinda quickly.
"Yeah, cool."
"Cool."
He walks back into the dressing room grabbing his jacket, smokes, and his lighter. He came back out, smiling. He nodded and we headed outside. Once we were outside, we both instantly lighting a cigarette.
"So, what's new?" Alan asks.
"Hm, got a new song in the writing. I think I like someone," I reply.
"Oh, yeah, who?" He uses his sing song voice.
"No one..." I lied.
"It's someone."
"Yeah, but I'm not hundred percent sure."
"Alright, alright."
I put out my cigarette, getting another from the carton, lighting it. Alan did the same.
"Aren't you worried about your vocal cords?" Alan asks.
"Yeah, but I smoke every once in a while and usually one or two when I do, so." I answer.
"Still bad."
"Hypocrite."
"I know but my job in the band is not based on my vocal cords. It's my fingers."
"True...sorry."
"It's alright, kiddo." He nudged my side with his arm, using a little force.
I laughed quietly. We finished our cigarettes. I wrote my number on his cigarette carton. We walked back in. Everyone was heading off for the buses so we just went back outside and on to our separate buses. I crawled in my bunk and my phone went off. I looked down at the screen.
[i]Hey. It's Alan.[/i]
I yawned as I click to reply. My fingers swiping across my keyboard.
[i]Hi Kitten c:[/i]
I shut my eyes slowly after, falling into a deep slumber for the night.

Notes

A bit shitty. Apologies. It's short too :( sorry.