expectations.

“What’s up, Dallas?” Cheers sound out from the crowd and Presley laughs, clapping and then rubbing her hands together before gesturing towards side stage.

“Today, we have a treat for you guys,” she pauses for a moment and Hayden grabs the mic.

“Sadly, it’s not me stripping. But ladies, come to my tour bus and I’ll do that just for you.” Presley giggles, pushing him towards his spot on stage.

“Okay, first off - you’re a pig. Secondly, we don’t even have a bus. We have a van.” Groans echo from all the girls in the audience and Hayden’s smirk just grows wider.

“Sorry about that guys,” she shoots Hay a disapproving look, shaking her head. “As I was saying, tonight we have a surprise for y’all. Now, I don’t know if any of you have heard of this sick ass band called Of Mice & Men,” she pauses to allow the screams to pass, “but you may have heard that I’m dating their dorky guitarist, Allycat. Anyway, he and Austin are going to come out here and play a couple songs with us. Come on out, boys.”

Austin and Alan walk out to the cheers that follow, smiling widely. Alan grabs her waist and spins her in a circle before planting a kiss on her forehead.

“Ew, go somewhere else with that lovey dovey shit.” Austin mutters playfully, taking Pres’s spot at the mic.

“So Houston, are you guys up for some angry music tonight? I haven’t played some heavy, pissed off music in a while.” The crowd roars.

“Let’s fucking do this!”

Alan and Pres quickly slip on their guitar straps as Finley begins tapping out a beat on his snare.

The couple glance at each other before nodding, ripping out some sick shreds.

“Don't piss down my back then tell me it is raining.
You just had to walk in before I kicked the table beneath my feet.
If I can't have any friends I thought why not hang from the ceiling?”

She and Alan start headbanging to the beat and Hayden joins Austin in his screams.

“Just because I ordered, doesn't mean I can't look at the menu.
Not that there's any other fish in this sea I'd rather have on my plater than you.
Just because I fucking ordered, doesn't mean I can't look at the menu.
Not that there's any other fish in this sea.”

“Jesus Christ, that was so sick!” Cheers of agreement sound from the Last To Leave dressing room.

“I hate to break up the fun,” Phil interjects, placing a hand on both Presley and Alan’s shoulders, “but we have soundcheck across the park in like, five minutes.”

“Shit,” Alan mutters, hastily rounding up his stuff and quickly pecking her lips.

“You’re coming to our show, right?” She nods, grinning at his request.

“Yeah. I’m just gonna go watch some other sets before then.” He smiles, kissing her again before running out the door.

She collapses on the couch, slinging an arm over her eyes.

“You have that boy wrapped around your finger, you know that right?” She smiles smugly.

“I know.”

“Hey!” Presley squeals, grabbing a fistful of the back of the guy’s shirt, “watch where you’re going!” He turns to face her, scowling.

“And why the hell should I, you bitch?” She takes a step back, shocked at his nerve.

“Because you just dumped your entire beer on my shirt?” He looks her up and down before letting his eyes rest on her soaked through Of Mice & Men shirt

“You should be thanking me. That’s a shitty band shirt.”

“You’re an asshole,” she mutters, dismissing the conversation as she turns to head back to the dressing rooms.

He roughly grabs her arm, twisting it behind her. “Did I say you could leave?”

“I don’t need your permission! Now let me go!” He chuckles darkly.

“What if I don’t wanna?”

“Sounds like a personal problem,” A voice behind her answers answers, swiftly punching the guy’s throat.

“Are you okay?” The voice of the girl who had just rescued her asks, smiling up at her.

“I’m fine! Thank you so much for that.” The tiny girl shrugs, ruffling her bright red hair.

“I’m Nikky. You’re that Presley chick, right?”

“Yeah, that’s me. Just give me a sec to get security and we can go talk somewhere else.”

“You have got to be kidding me!” Presley gasps in between giggles.

“Nope, he actually asked me to tattoo the Nike logo on his forehead.”

“That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard!”

“I know! But it’s not the worst someone has ever asked me to do. One time this chick-”

Hayden barges into the room, interrupting Nikky. “Pres we’ve gotta - Oh. Hello there.”

“What do you want, Hay?” He quickly shakes his head back and forth. “Um, I just wanted to tell you we’ve gotta get going to the Of Mice set, but I’d rather stay here with this beautiful lady.”

“She’s off limits.” Pres answers, getting up off the couch.

“Now get out - we need to change.” Hayden’s bottom lip slips into a pout. “Are you sure I can’t stay for that?”

“Get out,” Nikky sputters out between giggles, shoving him out of the room and closing the door.

Notes

Yo man, there was a butt load of dialouge in this chapter. My bad.