“Savannah,” someone whispered. Their voice sounded distance, a big blanket of sleepiness blocking the sound from fully entering my head.

I groaned a little and turned in my sleep.

“Savannah,” the voice whispered again in a singsong tune.

“What?” I groaned.

“Wake up,” she said in a high-pitched voice, dragging out the words.

“Don’t tell me what to do,” I said, turning over again with my eyes clenched shut.

I felt someone poke my side.

“Go away Casey,” I slurred.

“But don’t you want to check your phone?” she asked, a hint of mischief in her voice.

“What did you do?” I asked, peeling my eyes open to be welcomed by googly eyes—Jeffry the Unicorn staring me in the face. I smiled softly, reaching for the stuffed animal and caressing it into my chest, now looking at a certain (and annoying) artificially red head in the face.

“I did nothing,” she said innocently. I squinted my eyes at her suspiciously. Then, I sighed and sat up with a groan—feeling a tad sore and stiff. I shook my head a little to wake myself up, and, once my eyes adjusted to the daylight, I held my hand out for my phone.

“What’s so important, lady?” I asked in a bored tone, stifling a yawn as I spoke.

Casey just chuckled. “I didn’t look at it. But you have a certain notification that actually made me open up a mosh pit with Jeffry the Unicorn and the rest of the animals because I got so excited,” she said, bouncing on her toes. I widened my eyes at her. “I’m surprised you didn’t wake up from my outburst,” she added.

Without another word, I calmly grabbed my phone and clicked it on. Sure enough, I had a Facebook notification from the official Pierce the Veil account. I smiled to myself, my insides doing a couple of flips before I opened it up.

“Oh,” I squeaked.

Casey giggled. “I don’t think post concert depression can accurately describe how I feel right now,” she added. I nodded in agreement, feeling incredibly nostalgic for the day that was only yesterday but felt like years ago.

“Hey, Sav. It's Vic!
Haven't heard from you so I just wanted to check that you girls got home safely?
Hope you enjoyed your day.
It was great hanging out with you and Casey,” I read the note out loud. For some reason, my face heated—probably because I realized that I was staring at the message with a large grin on my face like an idiot.

“Aw,” we said at the same time.

“Ugh!” Casey said in exasperation, falling backwards onto my bed. “This isn’t real. None of this is real. We are dreaming,” she chanted. I rolled my eyes.

“Keep acting like a fangirl and maybe it won’t be real anymore,” I said, raising an eyebrow at her.

She dropped her jaw in mock astonishment. “I am not a fangirl! How are you so calm right now, though? Like, if my favorite band was freaking inboxing me on Facebook I would literally be bouncing off of the walls! Hell, I’m about to go bounce off of the walls, anyway! This is just so unreal! They are talking to you! I just can’t even right now! I’m so… I’m so…. My heart is so fluttery, oh my God, I’m going to die! Savannah, I just—”

“Casey!” I laughed, interrupting her rant. “You are—”

“Oops, sorry, yes, I’m fangirling a little. But I held it in so good yesterday!” she retorted.

“That is true, buddy,” I allowed.

Casey stared at me for a moment. “How are you so calm right now, though?” she repeated.

I shrugged my shoulders. “They are just normal guys,” I said truthfully. I meant it completely—after spending a day with them, I didn’t view them as just band members; they were just regular dudes who happened to play music that I happened to enjoy for a living. I mean, I was fluttery on the inside, too, but it wasn’t like I had this wild animal chained loosely inside of me, dying to be unleashed in all of this excitement.

“You make me sound bad,” she pouted, and I giggled.


“I’m going to respond,” I said, sinking back into my pillows.

“Hi Vic! We got home safely last night… we were so tired and fell asleep at home almost instantly. Thanks for checking up on us.
We had a great day with you guys! Thanks, a lot! We hope you guys had fun, too! And good luck with the rest of the tour and travel safely! Tell the rest of the guys that me, Casey, and Jeffry say hi!” I read out loud my potential response. “How’s that?” I asked Casey for approval.

“Perfect,” she beamed. I smiled back, sending the message. We kind of just sat there silently for a moment, until I spoke up.

“Now what?” I asked. Casey and I had a full summer ahead of us—no obligations until the fall came closer and we had to get ready for college.

Casey sighed lightly. “We cry,” she said seriously, causing me to laugh.

“Don’t cry! Be happy!” I whined.

“It was so much fun!” she frowned.

“That’s a bad thing?” I asked with a laugh.

“Yes! Now everything sucks,” she said.

“I guess that’s true. Time to go participate in real life, now,” I stuck my tongue out at her, sliding out of my bed.

“Your mom is at work,” she said, and I nodded.

“Waffles or pancakes?” I asked, stretching out my limbs as I yawned again.

“Waffles, most definitely,” she answered happily.

We made our way downstairs, and somehow we ended up destroying the entire kitchen while making homemade Belgium waffles. Flour everywhere, the pale color of the mix spilled across the countertops and seeping through the sides of the waffle maker, our faces chalky with flour and our fingers sticky with syrup.

“You can clean this up. I’ll be in the shower,” I smirked, standing up quickly and darting away.

“Get back here right this second young lady! I did not do this all of myself!” she called, and I giggled as I returned to her.

“B-but, I’m h-hurt,” I pouted, stuttering intentionally.

“You are fine, Savannah. At least do your own dishes,” she said, sounding awfully like my mother. I smiled, shrugged my shoulders, and did my fair share of cleanup, as did she.

“What now?” Casey frowned again, repeating our previous dilemma of not knowing what to do with our lives next.

“Well, we can’t go shopping because I am broke. We can’t go running because we are still exhausted from yesterday. We can’t go out to a friends house because we have no other friends…” I named a few things that weren’t options with a light smile on my face. “Well,” I sighed happily. “Looks like it’s just me, you, Jeffry the Unicorn, the couch, and the television,” I grinned, skipping over to the living room where a television was set up.

Casey laughed lightly. “I agree with all of the above. Let’s watch movies!” she said excitedly.

“Movie marathon!” I announced happily, making my way over to my selection of movies to choose from. “What shall it be today?” I asked.

“Batman first!” she called as she snuggled into the couch. I smiled—putting one of my favorites, Batman Begins, in—and then I plopped on the sofa next to her.

We silently watched the movie together the entire time, both of us engrossed into the film. It was nice; I didn’t think about anything in my life, only focusing on the movie. Sometimes this kind of time was much needed—taking a break from real life.

We both got tired of movies, though, feeling bored since we have seen everything already. Casey yawned, making me yawn, too.

“I should probably go home,” Casey realized.

I checked the time; it was about twelve in the afternoon--we had woken up kind of early, excitement keeping us awake. “Yeah, you probably should,” I agreed. “Even though I’d love to spend the entire summer with you, I’m sick of you right now,” I joked, nudging her lightly.


“The feeling is mutual, bitch,” she frowned. I nudged her again playfully.

“But seriously, though… we have a lot to plan for the summer, okay?” I said, referring to the many adventures that we had planned for this time since we were in middle school together.

“Yes we sure do,” she grinned. “I have to grace my mother with my presence now, but I’ll see you soon!” she said sassily. I rolled my eyes and laughed, helping her pack up her stuff and showing her to the door.

“See ya,” I waved as she got into her car, and then she drove away. I smiled at myself for a moment before jogging up the stairs back to my room. I was home alone, so I knew today was going to be a lazy day.

I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way. In all honesty, the high I felt last night after the day with the guys had worn off, and I felt rather sulky. I was just really tied, and I was also kind of sad, too. They had become our friends, but we’d probably never see them again. I knew it was ridiculous to think, but it still made me a little down.

With that said, I checked my phone for a notification: nothing. I shrugged my shoulders unbothered, though. It was the middle of the day—they were either playing, signing, or watching other bands play, now. I smiled as I wondered what they were doing, simultaneously thinking about what we were doing at this time yesterday.

It was weird to think that they were now doing warped tour for the second day in a row at a different city, when it felt like we had been doing warped tour in Pomona not even five minutes ago.

I wondered how they made it to San Francisco, and I wondered how different today was from yesterday for them. They were probably just now waking up, getting ready for the shows.

They were probably glad that we were out of their hair, but that was just my insecure side taking over. I’m sure they missed us, but they were also probably having an equally fun time today, making new friends, making more memories, having the time of their lives.

While I was just sitting in my bed, ready to fall asleep at any moment. It was amazing how much can happen and change in a short period of time. Time really does fly when you are having fun, I guess.

My eyes weighed down on me, and I knew my afternoon nap was quickly approaching. I heard my phone buzz quietly in the distant, but I barely had a chance to react to it when I suddenly fell into unconsciousness, my constant tiredness consuming me.

Notes

Ah, sorry it has been so long, guys! Like most everybody on this site right now, Scar and I have a shit ton of school obligations :( So that means infrequent updates, and we're sorry!
I'll be trying to write a lot on the weekends so I can update throughout the week, and I think the same is for Scarlett

Wah School Sucks So Much
It drains the creativity right out of me

With that said, here is an update... it's kind of fillerish, sorry! :(
Im sure Scar will come up with something awesome and exciting for next chapter because she is the shit (and she also has a new story out "Kerosene Hearts" go check it out!)

ok it is time to bring this long note to an end

peace, love, pierce the veil

Wow that was lame

OKAY BYE YOUR TURN SCARLETT <3