The Letter

I looked over, 12:00PM ugh, too fucking early. I stayed up until 3 texting Ricky last night. Honestly, everyone in MIW and BMTH are hot as fuck. I thought about Ricky’s offer, “You can tour with us, I doubt they’ll care. Bring Me the Horizon is always looking for someone.” It played repeatedly in my mind. I wanted to, but then I didn’t.
“Aunty Mara!” I shouted from my room.
“La Sra. Mara no es señora casa. Le diré que has llamado cuando ella llegue.” The maid called back.
I got up and put clothes on and made my bed. I did my hair and makeup and waited for my aunt to get home. She got home around 1 and I called her into my room.
“What is it Ashley?” she smiled.
“Ricky asked me to go on tour with them, but I don’t know what to do, he said my voice was amazing, and I could sing some parts, even my own songs. But I don’t know.”
“You should.”
I gave her a confused look, “Really?”
“Really.”
~’Hey! Wanna meet up today?!’ Ricky texted me.
~’yeah totally! Everyone can come if they want. My house?’
~’that works! See you soon (:’
“They’re coming over.” I said to my aunt.
“Terrific!” she said excitedly, leaving the room.
I sighed and went down stairs to make some tea. Already made, nice. I drank the mint tea, patiently waiting for everyone to get there. “Nothin’ on you baby, they might say high, they might say hey.” I sang quietly to the music that the maid was playing.
Knock knock. I rushed over to the door, tea in hand, and opened it. Everyone piled in, everyone from Bring me and Motionless. I guided them to the biggest living room and we all sat there, chatting quietly. The maid brought in snacks and drinks.
“So,” Ricky asked, “Are you coming with us?”
I sighed, still not being able to make up my mind, “I don’t know. You guys have to leave today, and I have nothing packed, and I just don’t know.”
“Let me help you pack love.” Ricky smiled.
I showed him to my room, and to my walk in closet with all of my clothes, shoes, and everything in it. I showed him my posters and how I had my letters hung in plastic sleeves to keep them protected. He thought it was cute. I thought I was just being a nerd. He grabbed a suitcase from the top of my closet and began putting clothes in it. He put almost all of my shirts and all of my jeans and shorts into it. He grabbed a smaller one and put my shoes into it.
He wheeled them down the stairs and into the front room. I pulled him into a hallway so that no one could see us, “I’m still not sure about this Ricky.” I sighed.
“Come on Ash! You’ll love the tour life.”
“I’m just not convinced I’ll be any good.”
He looked me dead in the eye, his blue eyes piercing mine. He leaned down and kissed my lips softly. I was shocked. I looked over to see Chris with his phone, obviously taking a picture, “This is going, everywhere!” He laughed walking off. I rolled my eyes and smiled at Ricky, he smiled back and locked out fingers together. We walked back into the living room where everyone else was. I was blushing and they were making kissy faces. Ricky flicked them off and they all laughed.
“Guess who’s coming with us!” Ricky smiled holding up my hand, causing me to blush even more. They cheered. My aunt walked in, smiling and introducing herself. She walked over to me, and handed me $50,000. She told me that that should cover everything I need. And if it doesn’t, to tell her and she would send more. She hugged me tightly and told me to be safe.
Ricky grabbed my suitcases and carried them out to the bus. I took one last look at my aunt’s house and sighed. Time for tour Ashley, do your best. I thought to myself. I stepped on to the Motionless in White bus, smelling the air. It smelt like shit. It was gross oh my god. It smelt like a mix of sweat and cologne. I would have to fix this.
I immediately began opening windows and tried fanning all this smell out. This bus needed a woman’s touch. Once the smell wasn’t as bad, I asked Ricky where to put my stuff. He laughed and told him we’d have to share a bunk. I was kind of nervous, I’ve never… slept in the same bed as a guy before.
I sat my suitcases in the back and laid down some stuff on Ricky’s bed. I sat down on the bed, shaking, scared, nervous, I wasn’t sure when tour life was like, but I was about to find out.

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