We stood and starred at each other for a few minutes. I was either lost for words or too pissed off to speak, not to mention the fact I was extremely intoxicated. Mike looked slightly older now, his hair was shorter and shaven on one side, his chin was lined with stubble and he had a medusa piercing in his lip. He’d had more tattoos done, his whole neck was covered and he’d started on his legs, Hedwig on one thigh and Harry Potter on the other. He was hot as hell, and I couldn’t help but think he was beautiful, I couldn’t help but muse over what had happened between us all those years ago. Unfortunately, none of that stopped me from losing it.

“You don’t control me Mike...” I finally managed to mutter, “I can do what I want, I’m 21, I’m a big girl now, how about you fuck off!” My mutter had turned into a shout, and I immediately regretted how I’d reacted. The taste of stale alcohol lingered in my mouth and burned my throat, suddenly I felt a lot more sober.

“You know what Alaska, if you’re still going to be such a crazy bitch, I might just do that!” He shouted back, lighting a cigarette and slamming the door to his bus. I sat down on the curb of the bus park trying to sort my head out and figure out what had just happened. I wasn’t doing anything wrong, why was he so pissed off?

I watched Vic run after Mike, probably to apologise to him or calm him down. I stuck a stick into the grass behind me and began to trace circles, allowing my thoughts to wonder. Before long Louis came and plonked himself down next to me, squeezing me tightly and patting me on the head.

“I saw the way you looked at him, even if you acted annoyed, you weren’t” he grinned at me, his teeth glinted in the darkness, the only light was being provided by a single street lamp.

“I don’t know why I said what I said,” I responded, running my fingers through my hair and sighing. I didn’t want to make Mike mad, I’d been enjoying speaking to him so much and I was looking forward to seeing him at Warped. He wasn’t meant to be here, I didn’t want to meet him drunk and crazy, I wanted him to see that I’d changed, that we might actually work now, and I’d already screwed that up.

I wanted to run and apologise, I wanted to change things, but I was drunk and pissed off and Louis wouldn’t have it.

“We better head back to the bus and you better get some sleep.” He told me in my ear, his breath smelt of whiskey and cigarettes and I presumed he was a little bit drunk too, he hardly ever smoked. He grabbed my hand and we stumbled back together, his arm flung around my shoulder so I wouldn’t fall. It crossed my mind that I was lucky to have such an amazing best friend.

When I got back to my bus I tucked myself into bed, throwing my dress onto the floor and pulling on one of the boys t shirts that was laying on the counter nearby. I plugged my headphones into my ears to block out the noise of the party and quickly fell asleep.
A couple of hours later I woke up to the sound of While She Sleeps playing loudly in my ear. I checked my phone to see what the time was, it read 4am but I didn’t feel even slightly tired. I pulled myself out of bed to grab some aspirin and a cup of coffee, my head hurt like a bitch.

When the kettle was boiled and I’d added my two sugars and milk to my coffee, I sat down at the table next to the window, pulling the window down as the Vegas heat was really starting to get to me. I was hit with a strong, grassy smell and the sound of drums being played a bit too loudly. I slipped some leggings on under my shirt and grabbed my old converse before closing the window and heading out to investigate.

Notes

Hey guys, back from camp! Hopefully a few more chapters will get posted before I go away next week! hope you enjoy this one ^-^ please comment, rate, subscribe etc. also if any one wants to fan girl about any bands with me please do :3
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