@Nelisabitchh: OMG apparently Ned broke up with his gf bc of Nel. She’s such a bitch wtf.

@POTsavedme: @Nelisabitch can you not? You don’t know the story, so don’t start making shitty, false accusations. and how sad your life must be that you run a hate page for someone who is actually a good person? clearly very sad.

@Flowerdaizy: @Nelisabitch I so agree. Apparently, she also slept with Austin and Jack. What a whore!

“Here’s your coffee, ma’am.” The waiter spoke up, distracting me from the tweets filling my notifications.

“Oh, um, thank you.” He nodded and left to receive orders from another human. Warmth retracted from the mug to my palms as I took a sip, letting the liquid run down my throat. It was around 6am and the bus had just stopped off at Washington D.C for our show later on.

“Nel, it’s like 6. Why aren’t you sleeping?” Putting my mug down, I looked up to see Jeremy. He, himself, was carrying a grocery bag which most likely carried the guys’ breakfast.

“Needed to clear my head. I don’t know.” Bowing his head, he clambered onto the stool next to me.

“You okay?”

“Yeah. It’s just so surreal. Like, last year, we couldn’t even imagine playing at Warped yet here we are. It feels like yesterday we were playing in Chase’s garage.”

“I felt exactly the same my first Warped. You and you’re band; you guys are amazing and deserve to be here. You earned your place here, and that’s gonna’ stay with you.”

“Thanks, Jeremy.”

“It’s okay, but seriously, I’m tired as fuck so let’s go.” He chuckled, walking out of the café, me following suit.

When we arrived at the bus, everyone was still asleep. Levi was sprawled on a couch so I picked up his blanket from his bunk and placed it over his unconscious body. Levi’s sleep was limited due to how much work that he had to do, poor guy.

“Go to sleep, Nel, I’ll clear up all this shit.” Gesturing to the junk piled up on the couches, Jeremy said with a smile. I hugged him and retreated back to my bunk. Of course I couldn’t sleep, my mind pondered on the stupid mucus blocking my tubes, stopping my body from functioning properly. This was my secret. I had Cystic Fibrosis. It’s a disease I got from my father’s gene, the bastard left before I was born. A coward was what he was, couldn’t even stick around for my birth. What kind of father does that? Anyway, sometimes my disease starts to be a bitch and clogs up my trachea or bronchial tubes with mucus and then stops air going through my passage ways to my lungs. Also, because the mucus can also block my pancreatic ducts, it prevents the enzymes from reaching my small intestine to digest food. This then causes me to have a low appetite and the lack of the right nutrition. Attacks with my lungs barely ever happen, but they still do. No one in my family knows about my disease, no one out of my band knows, no one except my doctor and I know. By the time I was diagnosed, my mother had already kicked me out and I already felt like I burden to everyone so I didn’t tell a soul. And I intended to keep it that way.

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I had fallen asleep after catching up on the week’s WWE shows. It wasn’t really an obsession, just something to preoccupy my thoughts, worries and concerns. Austin had literally dragged me out of bed and into the front lounge which wasn’t fun seeing as it was conveniently downstairs. Curse double-decker buses.

“Look who’s awake, John Cena’s biggest fan!” Chase hollered, scoffing down his toast.
“Nah, you’re just jealous because his abs are simply better than yours.” I smirked. Kevin chuckled and Chase glared at him.

“Whatever, he has man boobs anyway.” As I walked past him – giggling – I patted his head and stole a slice of toast.

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“Interview time, guys. All of you, get off your butts and move.” Levi sighed. It was only the end of our second week on Warped and it was fully packed with interviews, outings and photoshoots. Austin and I had resolved our issue and because we were heading to New York tomorrow, he insisted he take me sightseeing ‘cause it would be my first time there.

“Who’s the interviewer?”

“I don’t know, just go to the cafeteria. They said they’d film you guys there,” Yanking Chase’s, Ned’s, Denny’s, and my arm, Levi had literally dragged us out of the bus.

“Why the fuck did I pick this job?” He muttered, slamming the door behind him. I rolled my eyes. There was no point in us sitting around, being too lazy to do an interview that would help promote our music which was what our main intentions were.

“C’mon, guys. Might as well get it over and done with.”

“Yeah, but it’s just the same questions over and over again. Fucking tedious, ya’know?” Denny protested. It made me think, if this was only Warped, what would happen after? We never really mentioned after what would happen? I know we had to release the album we had been making soon, and after that would then be a tour, but would we be able to take it? The guys were getting exhausted and it wasn’t surprising. None of us knew it was gonna’ be like this, I guess everyone else makes it seem so much easier.

“Nel? Hey, I’m Jess. Is it alright if we interview you guys here; it’s just its quite stuffy inside?”
“Uh, hey. You’re right, it’s bloody boiling inside.” Jess grinned and turned towards a cameraman.

“Grow some balls, assholes.” They were not alarmed when I flicked water at them; in fact it was quite a refreshing delight bearing in mind how hot it was today.

“If you guys can just sit over there. Here’s a mic for you all to share, and I’ll just be asking random questions.” Denny put on a smile for us and took the mic she handed to us. I sat next to Ned as Jess looked through sheets of paper.

“Hey, I’m Jess from Alternative Press and I’m here with new, up-coming band, Price Of Treason. So, how are you guys today?”

“Well, it’s freakin’ boiling right now, so sweaty.” Ned said, resting his right foot on his left leg.

The interviewee giggled. “How pumped are you guys for your set later?”

“More than excited, it’s just like an incredible rush of adrenaline. I can never get enough,” Denny – to my left – answered.

“Mhm. Moving on to your biggest single yet, Let’s Run Wild, was there any story behind that?”

“Well, kind of. It’s one of the only songs we’ve written that we’ve all contributed too, and it’s like all of our emotions about becoming a band in one. Normally Nel or Ned will write the lyrics, but in the song we needed everyone’s kind of emotions.”

“I’ve heard a lot that Nel writes majority of your lyrics, how come?”

“I don’t know, the dudes are just too lazy. Plus, they try to come off as emotionless WWE superstars, so, yeah.” I giggled simultaneously with Jess. The interview rolled smoothly from then on, Denny cracking a couple of cringey jokes.

We were all walking towards our bus to prep up fro our performance in twenty minutes, when my phone rang; indicating the one person I wished to never hear from again had called. Mum.

Notes

Sorry, I know this was crappy. But shit, what's up with Nel's mum calling? XD.
ANYWAY, I'M SEEING OM&M TOMORROW AND I'M FLIPPING THE SHIT BC IT'S MY FIRST CONCERT. BUT FUCK.
Nel's Outfit.
- Hen.