Someday We'll Tell Ourselves 'Oh my God this is Paradise.'

My summer is going exactly as planned. I'm at Warped Tour. I'm at Warped Tour, working for Alternative Press. This summer was going to be my best one by far.

This summer is going to be filled with the two things I love most: Music, and writing.

After leaving San Diego and going to the house with Max and them, things didn't go as planned. They ended up getting stoned and intoxicated every night. I was stuck with Gabrielle who didn't like me. It only got worse when she ended up pregnant. I had to get out of there. It was hard, but I did.

I got out and majored in journalism, and here I am. At Warped Tour, ready for whatever this summer is going to bring. I knew Tony was here. I had been keeping in contact with him since I left Mission Bay, and he has been nothing but supportive.

Apart from Tony, I have basically forgot every other person from Mission Bay. Nor, do I want to.

It was the kick off of Warped and people were going crazy to get everything ready. I was currently just around the AP tent. Gates would be opening soon, and bands would start playing. My job was just to chill out right now. My job didn't start until I got a schedule.

I've only had this job since the beginning of this year, but I really truly love it, and the people I work with. I try to keep it on the down low about me being Max Green's sister because he isn't in a good place right now. I, on the other hand, plan on getting my life on track, and being around Max, or associated with him wasn't good for me.

The gates were opening in twenty minutes, which meant only twenty minutes of peace. Or, peace that doesn't include kids all over the place. "Hey stranger," I heard the voice behind me. I stood up and faced Tony.

"Eeee, Tony!" I screeched, wrapping my arms around him. He smiled, causing the studs in his lip to come up. And, I smiled, causing the rings in my lip to pop out. "I missed you so much! Are you happy to be on Warped?"

He nodded. "I missed you too, Rys. And fucking yeah! This is great. My dream." I smiled. It was great to see he was so happy.

"Well, doors are opening soon, I'm gonna go have a smoke. See you later, Tone!"

I turned on the heel of my shoe and walked over to the smoking area. I pulled out my Marlboros and a lighter and lit one up. I kept on with this bad habit, but I truly didn't care. Something about smoking everyday made me feel happy. It was a stress reliever.

After a good two minutes of smoking it, I butt it out and turned to go back to the tent and wait for gates to open. Another bad habit that I never grew out of was walking with my head down. I bumped into someone, not picking my gaze up from my feet. "Oh, I'm sorry."

"It's no problem. Just going in to get my brother." When I heard that voice, I moved my head up so fast. I knew that voice. That was the voice that harassed me since I was thirteen.

I started to walk away, I couldn't talk to him. I just couldn't. As I kept walking, he was calling out. "Hey! Where are you going?"

I turned around. He didn't have to fucking introduce himself. "I'm not talking to you, Vic."

A look of realization washed over his face. I couldn't talk to him. I had pure hatred for him, yet I was still in love with him.

"Maryssa?"

"Yes. And I don't want you talking to me. Good luck on Warped, Vic."

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