*Lydia*

I woke up at around 9 AM, my iPod dead. I plugged it into the charger and swung out of my bunk, landing lightly on the balls of my feet. I heard Tony snoring all the way from where I was, and I was closest to the front. I shook my head silently laughing as I walked to the kitchen area. I took a quick look through the fridge and saw mostly alcohol, but also a few food items. I pulled out some milk, bacon, and eggs, also finding a couple pans. I set the pans down on the cook top while I mixed a half cup of milk, some salt and pepper, and the eggs in a bowl. I turned on the stove and let the pans heat up, pouring in the egg mix and letting it cook a bit before stirring it up. I continued cooking the eggs and sat them on a cold burner before setting the other pan down on the hot one and cooking the bacon. I also started a pot of coffee and set out some mugs and plates, making sure the bacon didn't burn. I turned off the burner as Vic and Jaime shuffled out from the bunks.

"Woah. You can cook?" Jaime said, seeing the food.

"A little." I replied, handing them both full plates and a cup of coffee as I fixed everyone else's plates. We were soon joined by Tony, Mike, and Kevin, their tour manager. I drank my coffee in silence, listening to them talk about upcoming dates and the next off day, which would be in San Diego.

"Thank you for breakfast." Mike said, hugging me.

"You guys are welcome." I smiled. I stood up and walked back to the bathroom, pulling a pre-organized outfit from my backpack then heading to the shower. I stripped down and stepped under the hot water, relaxing my muscles. I was never going back to the orphanage, I finally had a family, and a dad. I was genuinely happy for the first time in seven years. I washed up and stepped out, slipping on my underwear set before tugging on ripped gray jeans, a black undershirt, and a cut up Mötley Crüe shirt. I stepped out of the bathroom with my clothes from last night in my arms. I put them in a plastic bag, then pulled on my combat boots, fastening the buckles before grabbing my now fully charged iPod and earbuds from my bunk, putting one in and playing all my music on shuffle until we reached the venue.

^Skipping three hour ride^

I followed Tony off the bus towards the stage, heading to their sound check. I sat on the edge of an amp as they waited for Sleeping to finish. When they finally finished about twenty minutes later, Dad tugged me towards Kellin, Justin, and Jesse.

"Guys, this is my daughter, Lydia. Lydia, this is Kellin, Jesse, and Justin." He said. I was passed from Justin to Jesse and then to Kellin, when I saw Tony and Gabe creeping up behind my dad with water guns.

"Uh, Vic..." I trailed off, making him look at me.

"What?" He asked, turning just in time to get hit in the face with water.

"GABE!! TURTLE!!" He yelled, chasing after them while wiping water from his eyes.

"Ten bucks says he doesn't catch them." Kellin said, looking at the rest of us.

"I have faith in him, so I say he does get them." I said, finishing up our betting. It was Kellin, Jack, Jesse, Mike, and Jaime betting against my dad and me betting against Tony and Gabe. I saw him walking back over, a triumphant smile on his face followed by a soaking wet Turtle and Gabe.

"Pay up, guys." I smirked, collecting the money with their mutual groans.

"What's with all the groaning?" Tony asked, looking between my pleased expression and the guys' mopey ones.

"They all bet on you and Gabe outrunning Dad while I bet on him catching you guys." I informed them. They all laughed and then went to warm up. I sat side stage and listened to them run through Hell Above, A Match Into Water, Don't Fear The Reaper, Caraphernelia, Hold On Till May, and Bulls In The Bronx. I smiled as they finished up sound check, then walked with them to the pre-set signing. I was just sitting behind the guys and Dad when I started hearing whispers from a group of girls near the far right end of the table.

"Who is she?" "She's not even pretty, why would they hang out with her?" "I bet she's just a charity case they were forced into; she doesn't even seem nice." "And you can see every one of her scars, stupid cutting bitch." The whispers just got meaner and meaner until I was shaking from rage and trying not to cry. I stood up and stepped a few feet away from the tent, trying to calm down, when those same girls came over and stood in front of me.

"Well, well. Looks like the little bitch is all on her own. What'd you come over here for, gonna slice into your wrists?" The leader said. I tried not to let the tears fall, but one slipped and they laughed at me.

"Aw, look. The poor little cutter can't even take an insult. Whatcha gonna do about it, bitch?" She said. She started pushing me until my back hit the side of a bus, which one I don't know, but I was stuck now.

"Nowhere to run, faggot." She smiled sickly sweet at me and then decked me in the face, and I felt a crack. I held my nose, taking the time to set it, before taking a step forward.

"You don't fuck with a mosher." I told her, punching her sternum. She doubled over and clawed at me, but I caught her wrist. I twisted it to where she would have her arm bent behind her back in an easily breakable position.

"Listen up, Barbie. I don't do well with four things. Bitches, bullies, fake ass hypocrites, and people who are like you. You wouldn't have had the guts to start shit at my dad's signing table in front of dozens of PTV fans, not to mention my dad, his brother, and their friends, so you waited until your fucking insults wormed into my head and made me feel worthless. Well, Barbie, they just pissed me off. I came over here to calm down, you came over here to make yourself look like some badass scene bitch, but we know who's walking away the bitch, and who's walking away the winner. I don't throw the first punch, but I'll always throw the last." I hissed in her ear, pushing her away from me, smacking her, and going back to the tent and sitting next to my dad.

"Lydia why were yo- Holy fuck, what happened to you?!" He asked, looking at my slightly bleeding nose.

"Some chick thought it'd be fun to try to beat me up in front of her friends, but I think I won this one." I smiled, seeing the group of girls stalk past the tent again, Barbie holding her wrist tightly.

"Well, as long as no one hospitalized anybody." He said, a troubled look in his eyes. I put on a smile but I knew her insults were going to ring around my brain for a few weeks, making me want to go back to certain habits. I just pushed it aside and just talked to a few of the fans as Dad's stage time got closer.