With Me Tonight

"Hazel, you have a boney butt," Alan whined, making me laugh.

After we got off the plane, we were supposed to be greeted by our tour busses, but apparently something went wrong and they won't be here until tomorrow morning. So, Adam went and rented us a mom van.

The thing is, there are 8 seats in this van and ten of us. To fix this, both Izzy and I were nominated to be the ones to sit on top of people. She easily sat on Kush's lap, but when I sat on Alan's he thought it was funny to bounce me and tickle my sides. So I'd just try to crush him a little bit.

"Shh," I whispered to him, laughing. My laughter was lost in the excited chatter and laughs of everyone else, though, making the tense awkwardness of Austin (who was in the back seat) and I not as bad. Even though I'm pretty sure everyone could feel the negative energy we gave each other. It was a constant thing.

"Thank God, we're here. I don't think I could take this pain any longer," Alan groaned and I laughed, crushing him a little bit more before sliding open the side door and hopping right out when we parked.

Sadly, our first show isn't until tomorrow night. But this only means we get to spend all of tonight meeting up and partying with the rest of the bands on this tour. That includes all the guys of Bring Me, Let Live, Issues, and Northlane.

I've only met some of them, so I'm a little nervous, but still really fucking excited. But also, I'm really excited to get to my room and lie down in a big, fluffy bed.

Yes, one of the best things about this tour is the fact that we aren't staying on the tour busses like all of Warped, they will just be here for transportation. This means real beds and hotels with full sized bathrooms and showers and served breakfast and just.. comfort. Hell yes.

But the tricky part is figuring out who is rooming with who...

During our squished car ride, we decided to make a fun game out of it where, once we get inside, we will put all our names into a hat and pull out two at a time. The person that picks you will be your roommate for a weak before we switch again.

Of course the first thing that came into my mind was the horror of getting picked with Austin, but I calmed myself because I know the chances are slim and that would be too coincidental.

Tino was the first one to get to the trunk of the van, and when he opened it open, bags fell out and landed on him since they were stacked so high. He cursed, but since I was the only one to see it, I laughed aloud at him. It reminded me of those cartoons where the characters would get buried in the stuff that fell off the shelves.

But Tino wasn't buried, just had a few bags around his feet, so I came over and helped him start to pick them up while everyone else got out of the car. There were tags on each bag, so I read them and handed them to people as they came over. They all said thanks, but then I read the tag on the last bag: Austin Carlile.

I hesitantly looked up, seeing him standing across from me with his arms crossed, waiting. I raised my eyebrow rudely and held out his bag, which he reached out and snatched from me, turning to leave after without even another word. Definitely not a thank you, either. "You're welcome," I grumble after him, making sure he could hear me. But he didn't acknowledge me.

I scoffed, turning to help get the rest of the stuff out of the van, throwing my own bags over my shoulders. I shut the trunk when everything was out, hitting the back window to let Adam know it was okay to go park it.

He drove away while I started following everyone else inside of the hotel. I was the last to get in, so I had no idea what all the noise was about when I heard it, but then when I got inside I saw all the rest of the bands we we're touring with were waiting in the lobby.

I see lots of unfamiliar faces, but also a lot of ones I recognize.

"Hazel Starr!" My name was called when I walked in and I had to peek from behind Sammy's back to see who it was.

"Oli!" He came over and nearly tackled me in a hug, making me grip onto him to balance myself.

"It's so good to see you, Love! It's been far too long," he exclaims as he pulls away and I nod, instantly agreeing. It's been so long I almost forgot what his accent sounded like. But before I could say anything back he was already leading me over to everyone else, starting to introduce me. "You already know these knobheads," he pointed to his band and they all made a funny face that I smiled and waved at. "But this is Jason, Jean, Loinel, Jeff, and Ryan," he now pointed to the guys of Let Live. I smiled and waved at them, too, but the one I think is named Jason wouldn't have that. He came over and wrapped me in a tight hug. I laughed nervously, hugging back. "Okay, mate, let'er go! I got more people to introduce her to!" Oli pushed Jason away jokingly and he laughed, holding his hands into the air.

"Nice to meet you," he smiled at me through his bushy beard before turning to shake hands with Sammy.

"Anyway, over here is Tyler, Michael, Skylar, Ty, Josh, and AJ," Oli led me over to the guys of Issues and I recognized some of them, but still shook all their hands to introduce myself. They had a lot of people in one band, damn.

"Ah, I can see why they added you to the tour," the one named Tyler said as he shook my hand.

"Why's that?" I ask with a smirk, quirking my eyebrow.

"Because it's The American Dream Tour, and girl, you are a dream," he winks and I can't help but let the laughter burst out of my lips. I quickly cover my mouth with my hand just incase he was serious, because I didn't want to be rude, but then he too started laughing so I relaxed. "Smooth, I like it," I tease.

"That's Tyler Carter for ya, ladies and gentlemen," another guy comes up and slings one of his arms around Tyler's shoulders. I smile at him, but still have no idea who he is. "Hi," he reaches his hand out. "I'm Alex, I play bass for Northlane."

"Hi, Alex I Play Bass For Northlane," I shake his hand, messing with him.

He snorts a laugh, smirking at me. "Funny, I like you."

Alex introduces me to the rest of his band, Northlane, while everyone else goes around and says hi to each other. When we are all done with the introductions and the little catch ups between people, we all sit down, taking up basically the whole lobby.

Oli who is sitting in the chair across from me, throws a bunch of room keys onto the table. "I already checked all of you in, but now since ya silly bastards want to play a game out of who gets'ta room with each other, we've gotta figure that out. Two per room."

Tino ripped up a sheet of paper he found in his backpack into small pieces, handing one to everyone to write their name and band name on. After, we stole Adrian, the lead singer of Northlane's, hat and put all the pieces of paper inside.

Oli, since he was sitting in the middle of all of us, had the job to pick two names at a time.

I can't deny that I'm not a little nervous, especially when name after name neither Austin or I were called.

"Hazel!" Oli announced as he read the sheet of paper, digging inside the hat for another while I bit at the inside of my lip. "Andd.... Jason!"

I breathed out a breath of relief, then turned to Jason from Let Live who clapped his hands together and held one out for me to high five. I laughed and reached over, slapping his hand. "Yeah! Roomies!" He cheered.

The rest of the people were picked but I didn't pay much attention after my name was called. But I do know that Alan was chosen to room with Jordan from Bring Me and Austin was picked to room with Tyler, the one from Issues that flirted with me.

Everyone was satisfied with their roomy for the week and soon we were grabbing our room keys and all our bags. I walked with Alan down the hallway once we got up to the third floor. "Are you sure you'll be able to survive a whole week without rooming with me?" I asked him with a chuckle, teasing.

"I don't know, I might die!" He said back sarcastically, laughing at himself.

I rolled my eyes at him right before we reached our rooms. The good thing was that they were across from each other, but the bad thing is that Austin came up to the door that was right next to mine. Like across the wall.

I gulped, ignoring it and him while I pulled out the key and unlocked it, heading in with Jason behind me. It was a big room, probably bigger than I've ever had in a hotel. There was a small kitchen to the right of the door and a bathroom to the left that had a tub in it. Cool.
I walked in a little further, now spotting the two beds, coffee table, and TV. It was pretty nice, actually.

"Preference on a bed?" Jason asked.

"Nope," I popped my 'p', watching as he nodded and then took the one that was further to the right. I followed, going to the one closest to me and throwing my bags onto it with a huff. "Is it just me, or are you totally exhausted, too?" I ask, seeing the big fluffy bed.

"Yeah, flying for four hours does that to me, too," Jason laughs. "But you best not be gettin' too tired because we're all goin out for dinner and to party to kick off the tour."

I playful groan, spinning and flopping down onto the bed on my back. The covers make a 'poof' sound and nearly envelope my body their so fluffy. I hear Jason chuckle as he unpacks some of his clothes, zipping his bag up after. "I'm going to shower quickly and if I come back to find you asleep I'm warning you now I will draw a mustache on your face, so don't," he stands in my line of vision and points at me as he talks, almost like he's scolding.

We both laugh and I nod, bringing my hand up to my forehead to salute him. "Yes, Sir."

He salutes back before turning on his heels and purposefully pretending like he was stomping over like an army guy would. I laughed at him, watching as he turned back and grinned at me, then hurried into the bathroom.

I like him.

Deciding that I'd just wear this same outfit to dinner, I pulled out my phone to play on while I waited. I turned it off airplane mode and opened my message app up so I could text again.

Me:

Just got to the hotel, about to go out for dinner. Thought I'd say hi and let you know I'm alive :)

I sent it first to Syd, but then decided I might as well send it to Dom, too. They both replied almost immediately.

Syd:

I'm glad to know you're alive! How'd everything go with Austin?

Dom:

Okay, have fun. Miss you, babe.

I let my thumbs make circles in the air above my keyboard as I thought about what to respond. I simply went with a 'miss you, too' for Dom, leaving the conversation at that. But I had to give Syd more.

Me:

He's an asshole, but it's okay. It's mostly just awkward, I'll survive:) How's college treating you?

Syd:

Kick his ass if you need to, I give you permission!

College is fun! I'm actually about to go out with some friends now!

We both told each other to have fun and that we'd talk later, and then ended the conversation. I could now hear the water running in the bathroom from Jason's shower, so I knew I still had some time to kill.

Since I had never re-downloaded my social media apps when I got this new phone, I just opened up a game to play. I still don't want to necessarily get twitter or instagram or anything like that back for a reason. It's been nice to get a break from that world that although it has a lot of good stuff, it still has a bunch of hate. And plus, I didn't want or need to be seeing anything about Austin on there, especially right after everything happened.

I didn't need any of that.

But I guess maybe I should get them back since it be nice to interact more with the fans.

Eh, whatever. It's not that big of a deal. I'll probably end up doing it later, but right now I'm too busy playing this stupid game. And yes, I am playing Flappy Bird... It's evil.

After I died at least 300 times and was starting to get very angry, Jason came out of the bathroom all cleaned up. "Damn, I was kind of hoping that I'd get to draw on your face," he laughed when he saw me awake.

"In your dreams," I chuckled as I sat up, rubbing at my eyes a bit. I was about to ask what time we were supposed to meet everybody else for dinner, but then my phone started buzzing like crazy. The interesting part was that Jason's did too.

We both looked down, seeing that we were added into a group chat with every single person from every single band. I'm pretty sure Alan was the one that made it because he was the first to send a message.

Alan:

Attention! Get ready to party white girl style... We're going to The Bull and Bear Steakhouse at 6 ;)

I snorted a laugh at his message, but then turned to Jason. "We're not going for like two hours so I totally can take a nap."

He breathed out a laugh, "go for it."

"Promise you won't draw on my face?"

"What? Are you sure you don't want a beard like this?" He winked, brushing his own beard.

"I don't think a magic marker could live up to that bad boy.." I raised an eyebrow, pointing at it.

"Touche..."

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I wish I could drink... Just one sip... Maybe even a...

No.

What am I thinking? No way.

Currently I'm sitting a a large table- or you could say many little tables we combined- surrounded by all my tour buddies. There were so many people that it was nearly impossible to even try to talk to someone at the opposite end of the table, but we still tried. Luckily we were in the back of this restaurant so no one was really bothered by our yells, chatter, and loud laughter.

But out of all of us, I'm pretty sure everyone has some type of alcohol, besides me. I had Coke. Blah.

I did my best not to think about it, because there was so much to distract me. And I was having too good of a time to let it bug me too much, but it was still irritating.

We had all just ordered our main dishes, everyone raving about how good this steak is going to be, but then a different waitress came back with small towers of stacked onion rings for our appetizers. They were set down along the table, and when one was placed in front of Alan and me, I couldn't help but think about the first 'real date' Austin and I went on.

"Austin, do you think they have onion rings here?" I asked in a hushed voice, leaning across the table.

Austin quietly giggled, "I really hope so."

The waitress came back, judging us with her eyes as she tried to put off a friendly smile, but still gave us our champagne and crayons. "Found these in the back room, hopefully they are of good use to you," she held them out, Austin and I quickly grabbing them. "Can I start y'all off with an appetizer?"

"Do you have onion rings?" I spit out quickly, giving her an innocent smile after.

"Uh, we don't sell them as an appetizer, but I'm sure I can work something out for you," the waitress said hesitantly.

"Thank you so much," we both smiled at her and once again she was off.

"This place is way too fancy for us," Austin chuckled as we both started coloring on the table. I giggled and move the plate in front of me to the side so I could have more room to color. "Can I borrow the red?" I broke my concentration on my beautiful doodle to look up at Austin. "If I can borrow your yellow," he reasoned. I nodded and we traded, me finishing up my drawing.

"Look! I drew you, Aust," I laughed and Austin stood up to come over behind me and see. He chuckled at my stick figure with long arms and legs that were multicolored to show his tattoos. "But it's missing something," he said and then took the crayons that were set down next to my drawing and starting adding another stick figure with long hair and a dress, he even tried adding piercings and tattoos, too. "It's you, we're holding hands," he said, sounding like a child who drew me a picture. I quickly grabbed the green and yellow crayons, adding grass, a sun, and some flowers.

"It's beautiful, I really don't know why we didn't pursue an art career instead," I teased and Austin rolled his eyes before pulling out his phone and taking a picture. I watched as he opened up a new tweet writing: 'Sorry to let you guys know, but @holyhellhendrix and I are giving up music to become artists.'

Austin kissed my cheek quickly before going back to his seat, just in time for our waitress to come back with a basket of onion rings. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" I smiled. She asked for our main course orders as well and after looking at the menu for two seconds, both Austin and I ordered some delicious looking steak.

"Austin, I got glasses," I said seriously, grabbing two onion rings and holding them up to my eyes.

"You're so cute," Austin giggled, holding up his phone to take a picture. I made a funny face and stuck my tongue out, still holding them up to my eyes. Austin put his phone away for good after and grabbed some onion rings as well, both of us munching on them. "Heaven rings, not onion rings," I said before taking a big bite.

Austin chuckled, "Haze, I'm thinking about writing a new song."

"About what?" I asked excitedly.

"Onion rings."

"Heaven rings!" I corrected and we both broke out into laughter.

I remembered that we got champagne and grabbed my glass, taking a big sip of the expensive drink that tasted amazing flowing down my throat. I looked down at the glass in my hand before up to Austin who was drinking his as well. "Austin, you didn't have to do this. I seriously am perfectly fine with McDonalds at three in the morning," we both laughed lightly, Austin wiping his mouth before he talked.

"But I wan't to do this, Haze. It really is my pleasure," he gave me his charming smile. "And anyway, how fun is this?"

"It is pretty fun," we chuckled together, looking down at our doodles and continuing to eat our onion rings. While waiting for our steak we just talked for a little while, both of us laughing at the other, or even at ourselves, and taking in the person across from us. It felt so good to be here with Austin, free and happy.


When I go back into real, present time, I look up, over to the spot Austin is sitting at. To my surprise, he is already looking at me and from the look in his eyes, I can almost tell he is remembering the same thing I am. And as I look into his brown orbs, I feel the opposite of what I felt on that date. We aren't free and happy anymore.

I watch as Tino offers Austin some onion rings. Austin looks quickly down to them, but while looking at me with a hardened expression, he says no and swats them away.

For some reason, this hurts me. I know, it's stupid, but I the way he looked at me and the way he did it held such a deeper message to me. He just swatted the fucking symbolic onion ring away, just like he swatted me away.

I bit my lip and looked away from him, pretending to indulge straight into the story Oli was telling. But as I laughed with them, I couldn't ignore the burning in the back of my head.

***

The dinner party turned out to be great, besides the small incidents.

Hell, my plan was to not let them, more specifically Austin, get to me, and I was doing pretty damn well. I knew he noticed it too because I was even shocking myself.

Basically, I had become friends with everybody over dinner and we all had each other cracking up over the ridiculous stories we were telling. Then eventually, after 10 towers of onion rings, 300 beers (besides me, I had pop), 30 steaks, 20 cakes, and secretly like 5 blunts, we were all done and stuffed.

After splitting the bill, we all made our way into our cars like fat zombies and drove back to the hotel. We all said a quick goodbye to each other in the lobby before dispersing to head to our individual rooms.

I was walking with Alan again, his arm over my shoulders like always, but this time Austin was in front of us with his roommate, Tyler. I was studying Austin from behind, remembering his black skinny jeans that covered his long, lanky legs, and his worn out black converse that seemed to be the only pair of shoes he owned. He even had on one of his cut off t-shirts, but since it was kind of chilly there was a zip up jacket over it.

I sighed aloud, feeling a heavy weight on my heart that took the shape of self pity and anger.

We finally reached our doors, Alan giving me a quick hug before turning towards his. "Sleep tight, bub," he mumbled to me, his pupils wide from the weed. I knew mine looked the same so I giggled to myself.

"Don't let the bed bugs bite," I smiled lazily back, waving to him before he stepped into the room and shut the door behind him.

This now left Tyler and Austin in front of us. Both were stopped at their door, Tyler working to unlock it, but Austin standing behind him and taking up the space that Jason and I were waiting to move past him through. But Austin wasn't moving, just standing there while he played on his phone, pretending to be oblivious.

Quickly, the previous incidents that he has pissed me off on added up in my head and I wanted to smack him for being such a childish dick. Honestly, he knows we are waiting for him to move.

"Excuse us," I hiss towards Austin, getting him to peek up at me from his phone. I expectantly raise an eyebrow at him, but all he does is point to the tiny space behind him. "What? You think we can squeeze through there?" I scoff in a sarcasm ridden amusement, crossing my arms. I highly doubt I'd be confronting him if I wasn't high. Who even brought the weed? Eh, who cares. I needed some type of release if I couldn't have alcohol.

This has Austin looking away from his phone and also crossing his arms back at me, the tension growing between us. "I think you can try," he says rudely back to me like it is such an obvious thing, like I should have been trying in the first place. That just pisses me off more.

"Oh, my bad," I snap. "Sorry I didn't try to blend into the wall so I can get past you when you could just kindly step to the side," my voice is venomous and I squint my eyes harshly at him. Tyler and Jason are both just standing there, looking back and forth between us in confusion, not knowing what is going on.

"Maybe if you would have kindly asked me, instead of being a bitch about it," he mocked me and I felt my cheeks redden with anger.

"Who the hell do you think you a-"

"Woah, woah," Jason interjected, put his arm out in front of me when I uncrossed my arms and moved to get into Austin face. "It's no big deal, let's just all go to bed. We're all tired, alright?"

"Right," Austin responded fiercely, still having his angry glaze down on me.

"Right," I too answered, but in more of a scoff before I backed away and then stormed to my door as Austin stormed to his. We got into our rooms at the same time, and I was just glad that I didn't have to see him anymore.

Jason followed me inside, shutting the door behind him while I sat on my bed, rubbing my temples. He eyes me with curiosity, but then came and sat down on the edge of my bed. "You've got to tell me what all that was about.."

"He's just a pain in my ass," I mumble, shaking my head.

"So you have history?"

I groan, flopping back onto the bed and letting my limbs sprawl out. "Yeah, I guess you can call it that."

"So how do you know him?" Jason asks, now too flopping back on the bed with me.

I hesitated, but then I thought why the hell not? "I was on Warped tour with him last summer and we kind of dated.."

"And now you hate each other," he laughed and I smirked, nodding in agreement.

"Yeah, but with good reason," I pointed a finger at him, opening my mouth to tell him since his eyebrow was raised expectantly, but then I hesitated again and sighed. "No one else knows this besides my band and his band..."

"Your secret is safe with me, Hazel, I'm just trying to get to know you better," he smiles a kind smile and I groan, burying my face into my hands. He's such a nice guy I want to scream.

"It's not necessarily a secret.." I mumble, removing my hands from my face to look at him. He was propped up on his elbow. "Blah, okay, I'll tell you. But no getting sappy because I don't do sappy, not anymore."

"Agreed."

And with that, I dove into my story. Or more so, Austin and I's story. I started with how we met, and how I trusted him enough to let him in and help me with my abusive ex, then how we fell in love and had the time of our lives together. Then I told him about how we found out I was pregnant, and then how I freaked out but Austin was my solid anchor and I soon fell in love with my baby and even more with him. I left out the part about Mark and Ian and how I went into a trance for days on end, but still told him the hardest part.

"It was the last day of Warped when I had the miscarriage. Austin took me to the hospital, but then he left me there... Alone. Alone to get my dead baby taken out of me. And then when I found him later he was with some blonde whore that he had been all over. I left so I didn't have to watch him cheat on me, but still managed to run into Austin the next day. He told me it was my fault, that I killed the baby. And the last thing I heard him say was that I was a murderer."

I didn't say why him calling me a murderer hurt so bad because he didn't need the details about Mark, but even without me adding that part it was still absolutely horrible to hear and say. I found myself worked up all over again, fueled with rage and sadness.

Jason looked at me with a shocked face and I watched as it fell into pity, but before he could speak I held my hand up. "No sappy moments, remember?" I quirked an eyebrow and he nodded, shaking off his expression and clearing his throat.

"So you say he cheated on you?" Jason asks and I nod, a little curious to why he was asking. "Only the scummiest scum of men cheat, especially after losing a baby, so therefore, I feel obliged to help you get revenge."

This has an evil smirk spreading over my face. "Like how?" I asked, my head buzzing.

Jason smiled and sat up, moving to the front of the bed and putting his hand on the wall behind it. "He's staying on the opposite side of the wall," Jason states, a smile filled with malice on his face. "And I bet you these are the least bit sound proof."

"Okay.." I say anxiously, wanting him to continue.

"So why not make him jealous?" He raises an eyebrow, smiling at me. I reciprocate his expression, stifling my laughter a bit.

"You're serious?" I ask, excited.

"Absolutely."

"Oh my God. Let's do it," my anger and my high were still speaking for me and even moved my body when I joined Jason further up on the bed. We smiled a devious smile at each other.

"Follow my lead and feel free to be as loud as you'd like," he winks and then starts moving his body viscously back and forth, making the bed rock and hit against the wall. "Fuck!" He growls, making it sound like a moan.

I stifle a laugh, composing myself before joining him. "Oh, baby! Fuck, yes!" I moan out, pretending to pant while helping Jason rock the bed.

We both put a hand to our mouths to stop our laughing because for some reason this was ridiculously funny. I blushed a crimson red, but smirked at the same time when I realized Austin was on the other side hearing this.

"Harder!" I yell out, making Jason laugh more. Since I was on a roll, I just continued. "Yes, right there! Jason, yes!"

We kept the rocking of the bed going for a little longer, but soon both of us were laughing too hard to continue, so we fell back onto the bed into a fit of giggles, trying our best now not to be too loud. "I can't believe we just had fake sex!" I laughed.

"You're so good in bed, where have you been all my life?" Jason teased and we both cracked up a little more before finally calming down.

"Thank you for having sex with me, but I think I want to sleep now," I mumble through my yawn, getting no response from Jason besides snores. I laugh, shrug, and then close my eyes, satisfied with tonight and excited for tomorrow.

Notes

I wrote this really quick, but for some reason it was really fun to write! Sorry about the long-ish flashback and all the new names:)

So hazel thinks Austin cheated on her? Did he???! We will find out! How do you think he will react?

Let me know what you think!

Also, here's what Hazel's roomy Jason from Let Live looks like if you don't know. he's a qt (you should def check out the band if you haven't they're goood) :