Our Love Feels Like War
Chapter Veintidós
Mike’s POV
My eyes were tightly shut as my arms swung around, the sticks pounding on the drums. This was my way of letting out all my emotions, my anger, my sadness, everything. And right now, Nicole was all I could think about. I miss her, the old her. The one that I could protect from her bullies, her father. But now, I can’t protect her anymore. I can’t protect her from herself.
I’m crying underwater so you don’t hear the sound.
I wish Nicole could see that I was hurting inside. That sometimes, all I can do is to be a dick around her. All of those years I spent thinking about her, trying to fill the part of my heart where my best friend once was.
I shook my sweat-coated hair out of my face, frustration seeping in. This was hard for me. I don’t think I can deal with the new Nicole, the one where she has an ice-cold exterior to show that she was strong, to hide her weakness. I wanted her to let her guards down, to be able to trust us. Deep down, I knew that Nicole was hurting; from all the things I’ve said to her, done to her, just basically everything.
It was my fault that Vic left Nicole, my fault that Nicole couldn’t go on tour with us.
“Thank you San Diego!” Vic screamed into the mic as we ran off stage, changing and packing our stuff up. I paused half way to pick up my phone, it was Jack.
“Hey Jack, what’s up?”
“Dude, do you want to come party with us? We’re at the club just down the street from your venue.”
“I’ll ask the guys, wait. Jaime!” I yelled. Jaime bounced over, his energy still in overdrive.
“Hi! Why’d you call me?”
“The All Time Low dudes want us to go to the club with them down the street, go ask the guys if they want to join.”
I chuckled as Jaime sprinted back to the rest of the guys yelling excitedly.
“Yeah sure. I’ll see you guys later alright?”
“Peace. Oh and by the way, Nicole seems to be at the bar too. And she looks a bit drunk or even high. I’m not sure. I can’t really tell.”
I gulped, Nicole can’t be doing drugs. She won’t do anything that stupid would she? I sighed and quietly packed my drum kit up before making my way over. Lighting up a cigarette, I took a puff and exited the room when I saw Vic glaring at me for having a smoke in here.
After piling our stuff into the car, we got in and drove down to the club, the music bouncing off the walls and the people roaming out on the streets. I followed Vic to the back where the All Time Low guys were drinking.
I was already a bit intoxicated when I saw Vic’s arm around another girl’s waist. I smirked; he finally got a proper one. Making my way over, I threw my arm around Vic and pulled him close.
“Hey big brother, who’s th-”
The happiness faded as fast as it came.
“Why the fuck are you here?”
I wanted to slap myself. Me and my big ass mouth just didn’t know how and when to shut up. Great, I fucked myself over again, just like always.
My eyes were tightly shut as my arms swung around, the sticks pounding on the drums. This was my way of letting out all my emotions, my anger, my sadness, everything. And right now, Nicole was all I could think about. I miss her, the old her. The one that I could protect from her bullies, her father. But now, I can’t protect her anymore. I can’t protect her from herself.
I’m crying underwater so you don’t hear the sound.
I wish Nicole could see that I was hurting inside. That sometimes, all I can do is to be a dick around her. All of those years I spent thinking about her, trying to fill the part of my heart where my best friend once was.
I shook my sweat-coated hair out of my face, frustration seeping in. This was hard for me. I don’t think I can deal with the new Nicole, the one where she has an ice-cold exterior to show that she was strong, to hide her weakness. I wanted her to let her guards down, to be able to trust us. Deep down, I knew that Nicole was hurting; from all the things I’ve said to her, done to her, just basically everything.
It was my fault that Vic left Nicole, my fault that Nicole couldn’t go on tour with us.
“Thank you San Diego!” Vic screamed into the mic as we ran off stage, changing and packing our stuff up. I paused half way to pick up my phone, it was Jack.
“Hey Jack, what’s up?”
“Dude, do you want to come party with us? We’re at the club just down the street from your venue.”
“I’ll ask the guys, wait. Jaime!” I yelled. Jaime bounced over, his energy still in overdrive.
“Hi! Why’d you call me?”
“The All Time Low dudes want us to go to the club with them down the street, go ask the guys if they want to join.”
I chuckled as Jaime sprinted back to the rest of the guys yelling excitedly.
“Yeah sure. I’ll see you guys later alright?”
“Peace. Oh and by the way, Nicole seems to be at the bar too. And she looks a bit drunk or even high. I’m not sure. I can’t really tell.”
I gulped, Nicole can’t be doing drugs. She won’t do anything that stupid would she? I sighed and quietly packed my drum kit up before making my way over. Lighting up a cigarette, I took a puff and exited the room when I saw Vic glaring at me for having a smoke in here.
After piling our stuff into the car, we got in and drove down to the club, the music bouncing off the walls and the people roaming out on the streets. I followed Vic to the back where the All Time Low guys were drinking.
I was already a bit intoxicated when I saw Vic’s arm around another girl’s waist. I smirked; he finally got a proper one. Making my way over, I threw my arm around Vic and pulled him close.
“Hey big brother, who’s th-”
The happiness faded as fast as it came.
“Why the fuck are you here?”
I wanted to slap myself. Me and my big ass mouth just didn’t know how and when to shut up. Great, I fucked myself over again, just like always.
Notes
Thought I would do one in Mike's POV. Get some of Mike's thought in here. Sorry for the long wait!Song: Props & Mayhem by Pierce the Veil
Quote: "But if these demons keep falling from the sky, it's alright, cause sometimes I love the way you swing the blade at everything in sight."
xx (:
Oh okay. Yay!l!!
11/10/13