I rolled back onto Alan and he held me close to him. There was no room here, we were lying in his bunk. I knew that the rest Of Mice were in the front lounge. I knew they probably heard every noise we made and what we had been doing. But I don’t care.
“You’re awesome,” Alan breathed. “So beautiful,”
“Don’t call me that,” I snapped.
“You’re not into that bullshit,”
“I’d rather be a whore,” I said gruffly and kissed his chest softly. “And I don’t want you to lie to me just so I’ll come back after you’ve finished your set,” I kissed him again on the lips and he slapped my bum. I rolled off of him and sat on the edge of his bunk. I felt him looking at me, but I pulled on my knickers. Then I put on my bra and pulled my vest back on. The curtain into the front lounge was drew back and Austin walked in. I looked down and slipped my shorts back on. I looked at Austin and saw him looking at Alan and shaking his head.
"Do you want a drink?" Austin offered.
"No, I should probably go," I shrugged.
"See you later," Alan smirked and I tied up my vans. I hurried out of their bus and started walking back. I saw Jaime walking in front and I stopped where I was. Someone was walking behind me and I looked down.
"Alyssa!" Oli called. I saw Jaime turn around but Oli came in front of me and I smiled. "I phoned you earlier,"
"I was busy," I shrugged. He kissed me roughly and started to go down to my jaw. "Not here, yeah?" I stopped him.
"Come back to my bus,"
"No, I've got stuff to do. I'll text you later," I told him.
"Cool," Oli said. He kissed me on the lips again and walked away. I looked up and saw Jaime watching me. I walked over to him and he frowned at me.
"Oli?" Jaime asked.
"Yeah," I shrugged.
"You seeing him?" he asked as we started walking.
"No," I laughed.
"Where were you?"
"With Alan from Of Mice," I explained. We walked for a while and he stopped me.
"Why you doing this, Lyssa?" Jaime asked.
"Why do you think?" I laughed humourlessly. "It isn't for my fucking health,"
"Oli and Alan. Is that it?"
"Why do you care?" I spat.
"Is that it?" he repeated.
"No," I sighed. "And it's nothing to do with you,"
"I thought you liked me," he muttered.
"I did, Jaime. But then you pushed me away because of Vic and Mike,"
"Don't you get it?" he sighed. "If anything happened do you think they'd be happy? I can't do that to my friends,"
"Don't I mean anything?"
"Of course you do," Jaime growled. "You're beautiful," he said and grasped my face gently.
"Don't call me that," I whispered.
"You are,"
"I'm not beautiful,"
"Why do you think that?"
"I'm a whore, Jaime," I muttered. He looked down and then kissed me softly on the forehead.
"Sorry, Lyssa. I need to sort my head out," he said and turned away from me. Jaime walked back the way I had come and I hurried to go back to the bus. I walked inside and saw Vic, Tony and Mike sitting with out tour manager. I looked at them and Vic sighed.
"What?" I asked.
"Have you seen, Jaime?" Vic asked.
"We passed each other. Why?" I asked cautiously.
"You know Jenna from Tonight Alive," Mike said.
"Yeah," I nodded.
"She's in hospital," Vic explained.
"What? Why?" I gasped.
"Dehydrated," Tony told me.
"So, how are you going to do Hold On Till May?" I asked.
"We don't know," Vic said.
"Can't you just sing something different?" I offered.
"You need to promote your new album," the tour manager said.
"Are Oh No Fiasco on Warped?" I asked and Mike shook his head. "Isn't there anyone that can do it?"
"No one knows the lyrics and timings," Vic said. Then the door opened and Jaime walked inside.
"What's going on?" he asked lightly.
"Jenna can't do our set," Vic said.
"No. Why?" Jaime asked.
"Dehydrated apparently," I shrugged.
"We need someone, but no one knows her part," Tony said.
"Lyssa knows it," he said like it was obvious.
"Don't be stupid," I laughed.
"Do you?" Vic asked.
"Sort of," I shrugged.
"She does. We were messing about the other week and she got it perfect,"
"Shut up," I said and widened my eyes at him. “I can’t sing,” I said flatly.
“You can,” Vic countered.
“You’re an awesome singer,” Mike said.
“But I can’t go out on main stage,” I laughed.
“Why not?” Jaime asked.
“I just can’t,”
“Please,” Vic said and got up to take my hand. I looked at him and then to Mike and sighed.
“Oh, I’m going to kill you,” I muttered. “Fine,” I breathed.
“Thank you,” Vic beamed and pulled me into a hug. “You sure you know it?” he asked. I nodded and saw Mike and Tony smile. Vic pulled away and wrapped his arm around me.
“Let’s get sorted then,” the tour manager said and I slowly nodded.

Notes

Hey! What do you think? This is set last year by the way, that's when I wrote it. So if anything seems a little outdated or cliche, that's why ;)