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This Town

Chapter Fifteen



Saint’s P.O.V.


I’ve been avoiding Alan and Austin for about a week and a half now and all I know is that I can’t keep letting my phone ring when they call me. They heard Dave ask me how many lines I wanted to do while we were on Skype. It wasn’t until I saw the looks on their faces that made me feel like I was doing something wrong. I mean, it was, but I never thought about it too much like that. It was always just a coping mechanism.

“Dave!” I called to him where he was in the kitchen making popcorn for movie night.

He walked into the living room with the bowl and sat down on the couch next to me, “What’s up?” he asked.

“We gotta talk about what Austin and Alan heard,” I told him, “They can’t know that we’ve been doing this”

“Okay,” He said, “But what are we going to tell them?”

“I was hoping you could help me brainstorm, you know, think of something together. Just so we don't mix up our stories”

“Okay, well we could’ve been talking about anything, like a line in a song, or poem maybe” He said.

“I can work off of that” I waved a finger at him

“We’ll tell them that we were talking about me helping you write a song, you know adding a few lines here and there” I suggested.

“Yeah, but does that call for shutting the laptop so fast without explanation?” He tried to get a little more sense out of it.

“Oh yeah,” I put a finger to my chin and thought, “I’ve never had a taste for writing music”

“You ever tell them you didn’t like writing music?” He asked. I shook my head trying to recall any memory of telling them but couldn’t think of anything.

“Why?” I tilted my head to the side.

“Cause you could’ve been helping me write a song but when I was sitting down to write you were on Skype with them, I didn’t know you were, and you were embarrassed that I just revealed your secret love for writing music to them so you shut the laptop, hanging up on them” Dave said and it didn’t seen like that bad of an idea.

“That just might work” I told him and pulled out my phone. I decided not to waste any time on telling them and apologizing.

I wasn’t sure if Austin and Alan would buy it but it was worth a try.


Austin’s P.O.V.


I was rushing around backstage trying to get ready to perform in ten minutes. I kept getting warnings every few minutes from my manager who, for some reason, had a stick up his ass today.

Alan and Tino were running around, jumping up and down, and trying to get everyone’s blood flowing. The dressing room was a mess and I was having trouble finding a clean shirt since I just spilled a can of Monster on me, and being sticky before getting on stage then trying to keep a clear head out there, getting more sweaty and sticky from being in a hot enclosed arena was never fun.

I was a bit agitated and still worried about Saint since we last heard from her was for a few minutes then we heard Dave ask about coke lines and she abruptly hung up on us. I was pissed and worried. We trusted him to take care of Saint after everything that has happened but now he’s been getting her high and addicted to god knows what.

I felt my phone in my pocket vibrate and got even more irritated from wasting time, being sticky, and the loud surroundings.

I took my phone out of my pocket and looked at the screen to reject the call. I can always call them back. But when I looked at the caller ID, my heart dropped and all the aggression in me seemed to disappear.

“Saint” I whispered to myself.
I answered the phone quickly “Hello, Saint?” I said her name again and more audible for her.

“Hi, Austin” Her voice soothed my ears.

“Where have you been? Why haven’t you answered our calls? How have you been?” I asked her ignoring my band, who has by now circled around me trying to listen into my conversation.

“I’m still at Dave’s house and I’m perfectly fine” She said.
Alan grabbed my phone from me and put it on speaker.

“Saint, the last thing we heard from you two was Dave asking to do lines. What the fuck was that? Lines of what, Saint? Are you doing coke?” Alan showed a type of anger I’ve never seen in him before so I stood silently behind him and only listened for her answer.
The phone went silent for a quick moment but Saint was still there.

“A-Alan,” She stumbled over her words a bit, “I can’t believe you could even ask me that” She seemed offended.

Alan raised an eyebrow but said nothing. Aaron, Phil, Tino, and remained silent and watched as everything played out.

“Dave is writing music for a new album and I offered to help him write a few lines and lyrics” She said softly, as if she was hurt.

Alan had gone from excited and happy, to angry, then to sad and embarrassed in a matter of minutes because of the phone call with Saint “Oh, I didn’t know” He muttered.

“Because I was embarrassed by it” She admitted.

“You don’t have to be embarrassed by your secret love of writing music” Alan tried to joke with her and chuckled awkwardly.

“I’m sorry, Saint,” He told her, “I didn’t mean to jump to conclusions. I just want to you be safe and okay, and assuming the worst isn’t going to help”

“It’s okay, Alan, I know how much you care” Saint accepted his apology.

It was nice to know that it wasn’t as bad as we thought, but actually quite innocent and adorable. But that didn’t explain why she didn’t answer any of our calls and never called us.

“Okay” I said as I took the phone back from Alan and went to speak into it.

“But why didn’t you call us or answer our messages?” Aaron beat me to my own question.

“Oh,” Saint paused, “There was an accident” She spoke slowly.

“What? What happened?” I asked quickly and scared

“Down the street, there was a collision. A car went spinning and took out a power line,” We all let out understanding ‘oh’s or nodded our heads, “ It took out our power and we couldn’t use or charge anything in the house for a week and a half. It was crazy,” She explained, “I called once the power came back on and my phone charged enough”

“Thanks for letting us know what happened. We’re glad everything is okay” Phil leaned in to talk.

“No problem guys, so h-” Saint started but our conversation was cut short when our manager busted into the dressing room to tell us we were behind schedule and we had to hurry up and get on stage.

I sighed and told Saint we had to go. Everyone spoke their goodbyes and Saint giggled, telling us to call her whenever we had the chance.

And with that, I gave up on my search for a shirt and just went on stage without one. I couldn’t wait to call Saint later.




Notes

Hey guys, I'll be on vacation for about a month or so which means updates will be a tiny bit delayed, on my part, at least. But I'm always writing on my phone and we're always coming up with ideas! So very big stuff coming, just a little slower than desired... but don't be discouraged, there's more stuff to read by both me and perpetual that I'll leave links to :)

~Miss Lady

The Last Dragon by perpetual

Hearts Exposed
by Miss Lady


Comments

@Mrs.Brightside

I wanted to be as accurate as I could when it came to the tour everyone is on so I figured I'd add them in. There will be some mentions of Volumes too but I don't listen to them so they won't be as involved since I'm not familiar with their music.

perpetual perpetual
12/25/16

I love the fact you added CTE. I love them so much. And I've only been to one concert without my mom too and that was Pierce The Veil, haha.

@perpetual
It's really no problem :D