I was sitting in Mike’s bunk on his iPad. I was looking through my emails and saw . They were lyrics, just not the kind that PTV would sing. I got the iPad and walked over to the sofa near the front of the bus where everyone was sitting. Mike looked up at me curiously.
“Please tell me you didn’t write this?” I begged. He understood what I meant and smirked.
“Music is music,” he shrugged.
I was woken up by music blasting in the bus. I groaned and heard running footsteps. I peeped through my curtain and saw Mike finish a bottle of something. “Pantera!” he yelled and threw the bottle on the floor to smash it.
“No,” I mumbled. I hate Pantera. Last time they did it at home Mike broke my phone.
“You okay?” Tony asked as he passed me. I nodded silently and he smiled before joining the others.
“She’s awake!” Vic called. I looked over and saw Jaime laughing. Mike ran towards me and pulled my curtain fully back. He grinned at me and I shook my head.
“No, whatever you want to do. No,” I warned.
“Pantera!” Mike yelled and rolled me out of bed. I landed onto the bus floor and groaned.
“You bastard, Mike!” I screamed. He looked at me and laughed.
“Pantera!” Vic yelled and Mike hurried back to them.
“Time to go,” the tour manager called and they all filed off of the bus. I got slowly up and glared as the door closed. I followed them to main stage and saw them get their instruments ready. I stayed a short distance away and after a while Jaime looked up at me. I did devil horns and he did it back. He came over to me and I glared at him.
“What?” he asked.
“My arm hurts,” I said and he laughed. “Oh here,” I said and gave him a bracelet I’d brought from the last location.
“What this?” he asked, his eyes bright.
“I brought a pack, and I really don’t like the color,” I said awkwardly.
“Wow, awesome,” he grinned. “Thanks,” he said. He put it on his wrist and I bit my lip.
“You like it?” I asked.
“It’s cool,” Jaime said and he pulled me into a hug. I sighed a little and he pulled away from me.
“Jaime!” Tony called and we turned around. They were waiting for him.
“See you later,” Jaime said and he hurried over to the boys. I did a little wave and folded my arms across my chest.

After the show all of the bands were at the Band BBQ. I don’t remember which band it was because there are so many here and I don’t like to ask. But the food was good and there was loads to drink.
I took another bottle and took a sip. I looked up and saw Oli headed for me. I haven’t spoken to him much recently. I smiled a little and he stopped in front of me. “Where have you been hiding?” he asked and put his hand on my waist.
“No where,” I laughed. “Just been meeting a lot of new people,”
“That’s why Warped tour is so great,” he said.
“You get to meet people you would never have met,”
“Right,” he nodded. “So, who have you been seeing?”
“I’ve been with PTV a lot, obviously. But just socialising, you know,” I shrugged.
“What?” he asked over the music.
“Socialising,” I said again and he looked at me curiously.
“Come over here,” he told me and I followed him away from the rest of the BBQ.
“What?” I asked.
“Have you been messing about with Alan from Of Mice?” Oli asked bluntly.
“What? Where did you hear that?”
“Doesn’t matter,” he shrugged. “Have you?”
“Why does it even matter? Why are you bothered?” I asked seriously.
“I’m not,” he thought for a minute. “Not really, if I’m honest,” Oli said. I looked at him and he stepped closer to me. He grabbed my face and forced his lips on mine. I kissed him back for a minute and felt his hand slip inside my shorts.
“Stop,” I said and pushed him away. He looked back at me in confusion.
“What?” Oli asked.
“I can’t do it,” I told him.
“I get it, come back to my bus,” he urged.
“No, I mean I can’t do this with you,” I said flatly.
“Why the fuck not?” he asked crossly.
“Sorry,”
“You’re okay with me touching you and that but now I want it off with you you’re saying no,” he stated.
“Oli, just don’t,” I breathed. I turned away from him and hurried back to the BBQ. I don’t know why I didn’t want to sleep with Oli, or why I stopped him. It just felt wrong. I saw Jaime talking to Austin and walked over. “Hi,” I smiled.
“You okay?” Jaime asked.
“Yeah. So, what are you talking about?”
“I am showing Austin this awesome bracelet that you gave me,” he grinned.
“Very cool. He’s stoked about it,” Austin told me.
“Jaime, can I talk to you?” I asked.
“Sure,” he shrugged. Austin went to get something to eat and I led Jaime away from everyone. We stopped and he looked at me. “So, what’s up?”
“Are people talking about me and Alan?” I asked.
“Oh, not really,”
“Tell me the truth,” I urged. Jaime sighed.
“People are just saying that you used to spend time together. And the fans are starting rumours,”
“Oh,” I muttered.
“No one listens to it,” he said lightly.
“You know since you spoke to me I haven’t done anything with anyone. I haven’t let them get to me,” I told him.
“That’s good,” he beamed.
“Because, I kind of like someone,” I explained slowly.
“Wow. Do Mike and Vic know?”
“No,” I laughed. “And I actually like him for real,”
“Is it someone in one of the bands?” he asked.
“Yeah,” I nodded.
“Let me guess!” he exclaimed. I rolled my eyes and stepped closer. Then quickly I kissed him softly on the lips. Jaime kissed me back for a second then pushed me roughly away. I looked back at him hurt and he sighed. “Sorry,” he breathed.
“I thought you like me,” I said awkwardly.
“Lyssa, you’re eighteen,”
“I don’t care about the age difference. Please,” I begged.
“No,”
“Don’t you like me?” I asked.
“I can’t like you. You’re Vic and Mike’s sister for Christ’s sake,”
“I don’t care about that,”
“I do,” he sighed then looked at my face. “Sorry,” he said and walked away from me. I looked after him and wiped my eyes roughly.
“Shit,” I breathed. I jogged back to the BBQ and scanned the groups for Oli. I saw him with Matt and Lee from Bring Me and hurried over. They were a little away from the others, behind a tree. I stopped in front of me and Oli looked up.
“What?” he asked flatly and rolled his eyes.
“Fuck it,” I spat and forced my lips onto his. He stepped back and I bit down onto his lip. He wrapped his arms around my waist and I slipped my hand down his shorts and into his boxers. I knew he was smirking and I leant up to his ear. “Take me back to your bus,” I ordered. "Now," Oli pulled away from me and wrapped his arm around my shoulder.
“We’re going back to the bus,” he told the other two. Then he led me away and towards his bus. “Why’d you change your mind?” he asked as we reached it.
“Does it matter?” I asked and kissed him hard. Oli shook his head and opened the door. His hand went up my top and I felt him squeeze my boob. “Where we going?” I asked.
“Down there,” he said against my lips. We went into the back lounge and he closed the door behind us. I pulled the top over my head and he grinned at me. He kissed me again and I undid my bra for him. Oli pushed me down onto the sofa and he pulled his shirt off. I ran my hands over his bare tattooed chest and started to kiss his collar bone. He pulled his shorts and boxers down and I slipped my bottoms off. I felt Oli get on top of me and closed my eyes. “You’re so hot,” Oli growled.
“Shh...” I breathed and kissed him to keep him quiet. I didn’t want him to talk to me. I just wanted someone.

Notes

Hey! Sorry the update is late today, I've been working out the guitar bits for a song I wrote the other day! How was this? Are you understanding Alyssa more? Why do you think she acts like this? :)