I landed at LAX Airport at 8:15 in the morning. 'Perfect, I'm early, Now I'll have some time to get some food in me and have a change of clothes' I thought to myself. Today is the day, and by "The day" I mean the day I get to meet Pierce The Veil to get ready to go on tour with them as their photographer. I can't believe it, after 5 years of busting my ass as a photojournalist, taking pictures of bands and covering concerts, I'm finally here, about to tour with one of my favorite bands. I dragged my 1000 pound luggage through the terminal to a Dunkin' Donuts. I ordered 2 dozen donuts so I could share them with the crew later. I had met Pierce The Veil on several occasions due to my journalism job and I'd like to say I know them well. I ordered jelly filled for Mike, (since he craved jelly when he was high) strawberry glazed for Vic, double chocolate for Jaime, and powdered ones for Tony and I. I managed to pick back up my suitcases while totting 2 dozen donuts under my other arm, I continued to walk through the terminal until I heard a snap and fell to the ground. "Fuck!" I exclaimed. I looked down to see that my heel had broken right off my left boot. 'Shit, this was a bad idea' I thought to myself. As I struggled to get back up an obnoxious man in a suit ran into me, knocking me back down. "Asshole!" I yelled, he didn't even look back. I felt someone behind me, "Uh, are you alright?" I heard them say, "Yeah, I'm just fucking dandy as you can see, I love just sitting on the..." The stranger moved in front of me so I could see them clearly, in fact, they weren't a stranger at all. "Tony!" I screeched, "Tony, oh my God, I'm so glad to see you!" Tony looked down at me quizzically "What are you doing down there, and what's with the all the donuts?" I turned around to see that I had fallen on top of one box of the donuts. "Erm...I've broken a heel, and I wanted to surprise you guys and..." he cut me off "Why the fuck are you wearing heels at the airport? Trying to impress someone?" I rolled my eyes and let out a snort, "No, of course not, I just wanted to look...professional" I realized how stupid my words were after they came out out my mouth, Tony was wearing a wife beater and some board shorts and I just said I wanted to look "professional" Tony laughed, "Well, let me help you up." He grabbed me by the waist and hoisted me up. As I went to grab my things he jumped in front of me "It's cool, I got it." he picked everything up in a few swift movements. 'Wow, he's strong.' I thought in my head as I looked at his flexed biceps. "Come on, let's go meet the guys at the bus" he instructed, taking me from my thoughts.

We walked (Well, I limped) for about a half mile until we came to a big green bus. I waited as Tony put my luggage in to the storage compartment. We both stood there awkwardly for a few seconds not knowing what to say to each other, "So, can we go in?" I asked, finally breaking the silence. "Oh yeah, of course." Tony said as he led the way to the door. We walked in, "Well, here it is, home sweet home for the next 6 fucking months, guys get out here, Naomi's here!" The back room door came swinging open, letting out thick smoke and the smell of pot, the guys came out giggling and shoving each other. Tony rolled his eyes "I've been gone for an hour and you guys are already blown?" I laughed, "Oh hey Naomi!" said Mike loudly,"Watcha got there?" he asked, pointing towards the Dunkin Donuts box. "Oh, just some donuts for you guys, I thought you'd wan..." I was cut off by the three of them them racing towards me and grabbing the boxes, I nearly fell over, but Tony caught me, I smiled at him and he smiled back. Jaime interrupted our moment with loud banging on the table, "WHY ARE ALL MY DONUTS COVERED IN MIKE'S JELLY?!" Mike chimed in, "WHY IS MY JELLY ALL OVER JAIME'S DONUTS!?" Vic couldn't say a word because he mouth was already stuffed. Tony and I exchanged glances and burst out laughing. This was going to be a fun 182 days.

That night, Tony and I were the last ones awake. It was probably because we hadn't eaten ourselves into food induced comas like the other guys. I laughed to myself at the thought of them passing out with food running down their chins and onto their shirts.Tony looked over at me, "Want a blunt?" he asked, pulling a fat joint out of his front pocket. "Sure" I said carelessly. He lit the blunt and the sour smell of California kush filled the air. He passed it to me and I took in a long drag of the potent smoke. "Wow, you're a pro huh." Tony said, almost surprised. "Most girls I smoke with choke." I looked him right in the eyes and let out the smoke in his face, "I'm not most girls."

Notes

BLAHHHHHHHHHHHHH. Tell me what you think, what should I improve etc etc.

I'm not sure about starting a romance with Tony, or a romance with Mike...

Deep thoughts.

Also, Naomi's outfit
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