A Sequel to an Alan Ashby Fanfiction

It was now about 1:30am and I had started cleaning about half an hour ago. I had taken my time in the shower, making sure I shaved everywhere and scrubbed myself raw. When I had finished I moisturized everywhere and plucked my eyebrows, etc. I was just so productive with my image. It had been an hour since I was in the shower and my blood red hair had dried in loose curls, it almost looked like I had done them with the straightener. I had dressed in white short shorts and a tight black tank top. No one was going to see me like this so I didn’t really care what I wore.
I was nowhere near finished with cleaning so I decided to pop my headphones in and listen to my favourite band of all time. Placebo. They were amazing, I loved all of their songs so much. I put Placebo’s songs on shuffle and I began singing to every song that came on. I never sang in front of anyone, I’m way too shy. It’s not where I don’t sound good, I have a pretty good voice, I’m just scared of what other people will say about my voice.
It was now 2:30am and the guys still hadn’t come home yet. I had just about finished cleaning, I just needed to mop. I looked everywhere but I couldn’t find a mop anywhere. I took my headphones out in frustration, I decided to look out of a window that gave me a view of the Bring Me The Horizon tour bus, lights were on! I made my way to their bus and knocked on their door. I heard movement coming from inside the bus, I heard the doorknob being unlocked and opened.
And I was greeted by a shirtless Oli Sykes. Oli was only wearing long tracksuit pants. He looked at me cautiously;
“You a fan?” He asked.
“No, no!” I smiled, “I’m the Of Mice tour manager, Victoria.”
“Ah, I see, I’m Oli, to what do I owe the pleasure?” Oli said as he eyed me up and down, I suddenly remembered what I was wearing. Ah yes, I probably look like I am a prostitute.
“I was just doing some cleaning while all the guys are out and after looking for about ten years for a mop, I realized that we probably don’t have one. Any chance you guys do?” I asked.
“Yeah I remember Lee and Matt sword fighting with them, we have two.” Oli laughed as he explained. I laughed;
“Sword fighting? Who won?” I asked.
“No one.” Oli said very seriously before breaking out in laughter, “They both knocked each other on the head at the same time so it’s a draw, but I would say Lee won.” Oli moved aside, gesturing me to come onto the bus, I obliged and walked into their bus. I was greeted by two man holding ice packs on their heads, I assumed them to be Lee and Matt.
“Aye Oli? Who’s the pretty lady?” one of them asked, wiggling his eyebrows at me. I could instantly tell he was drunk because of the way he had slurred his words.
“Victoria, the drunk hitting on you is Lee Malia, our lead guitarist and back up vocalist. The passed out drunk is Matt Nicholls, our drummer.” Oli sighed, rubbing the back of his head. He seemed embarrassed by his friend, Lee’s behaviour towards me. I just smiled.
“Jordan Fish and Matt Kean have gone to bed, I’m just making sure these two daft bastards haven’t given themselves a concussion.” Oli laughed. I laughed with him. Oli was easy to get along with.
He lead me to a cupboard which held a shit ton of cleaning supplies and pulled out two mops.
“Take your pick” Oli smiled, holding the mops out to me.

“Mmmmm, which is the winning mop?” I asked. Oli handed me a mop and laughed with me as he turned to walk me out.
“I should get you to clean our tour bus one day” Oli teased.
“Yes please! We can get her one of those sexy maid outfits.” Lee slurred from the couch.
“That’s worrying.” I said looking at Oli.
“Please, ignore him. He’s taken quite a hit to the head.” Oli explained. “And he’s about to get another one!” Oli said, raising his voice just loud enough for Lee to hear. We hear a quiet “fuck you” and I dissolve into giggles.
“Well, thank you for the mop.” I smiled at Oli.
“Thank you for putting up with Lee.” Oli hugged me, “See you at the show tomorrow!” Oli said as he closed the door. I walked back to my bus and started making a mop bucket.

Notes

Will something happen between Oli and Victoria...?