Vic's POV
We we're getting ready to play our show in Baltimore for House Party Tour.
It's great, because now All Time Low can visit their family and friends.
I could hear the fans screaming our names.
"You ready?" Jack ran off stage.
He was sweaty and panting.
"Yep." I smiled.
Jaime ran out on stage first, then Tony followed by Mike.
Here we go.
I walked out on stage and waved to everyone.
The screams got louder.
"Heart's on fire tonight! Feel my bones ignite! Feels like wa-a-a-a-ar! Wa-a-a-a-ar!" I sang after Alex.
These fans were going wild.
I liked the idea of surprising them, because they don't even see it coming, Alex is just playing and we break out in to A Love Like War, and their excitement grows.
It's amazing.
I love what I do.
I'm so happy I get to do this.
I didn't dare look down at the crowd.
My ex was already over me, but I wasn't over her.
And I know that if I look down at the crowd, I'll see a girl that I know I can't have.
They'd either be underage, or already in a relationship.
But I couldn't resist myself.
I looked down at everyone.
They were screaming, waving, and snapping pictures.
We were almost finished with the song, when I looked over to the left.
There was a girl with red and black hair, a small waist and a lip ring crowd surfing.
She was absolutely stunning.
Everyone was pushing her from the back to the front.
But she was about to fall over the ledge.
Immediately, I jumped off stage to catch her.
But I didn't go fast enough.
All the fans were so happy I got off stage and closer to them, that they dropped her.
She fell over the ledge and hit her head.
The music stopped.
I grabbed her from the bottom, and ran up stage, carrying her bridal style straight out the back door.
I ran to the bus.
When I got inside, I set her down in the back room.
I paced back and forth before stopping to see Jaime, Tony and Mike run inside.
"What happened?! Why'd you stop the show?!"
"Dude, she hit her head and is passed out, I wasn't just gonna leave her there!"
I looked back at her lifeless-looking body.
We didn't have time to go to a hospital.
The nearest one was an hour away.
"Jaime, go get me rubbing alcohol and cotton swabs!"
I carried her back into the shower, setting her down lightly and turning on the water.
It was warm and light, but she didn't wake up.
Jaime came back with the stuff I needed and I started.
Cleaning her up wasn't hard at all.
I grabbed the first-aid kit from under the sink and put a bandage on the side of her forehead, where she hit it.
"Well, the show was pretty much over anyways. Everyone left, too."
I sighed.
"Well, at least we can take care of her now."
Mike rubbed the back of his neck, staring at her.
Then bit his lip.
"I got dibs."
I looked at him.
"No way dude, she's mine."
He rolled his eyes.
"Whatever man. Just wait til she wakes up." he winked and clicked his teeth, walking out of the room.
Dammit Mike.
I just want a chance with this girl.
Her ID fell out of her pocket.
Myella Ramirez.
Baltimore, Maryland.
28.
Yes!
She looks so much like a teenager.
I just hope she isn't in a relationship.
I wanna take things slow with this girl.
She's special.
I can... feel it.

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Myella's POV
My head was pounding worse than ever and I was in an unfamiliar room.
I sat up.
Nobody was there.
I put my hand on my head, only to feel a patch.
Shit, what happened?
Did I hook up with someone?
Oh, please don't tell me I did.
I don't want my first time.. or, second time, to be with someone just looking for a whore.
Was I...?
No.
No, I wasn't.
My sides would be hurting and I'd have scratches.
Right?
That's what happened last time..
I shook away the thought.
I need to find out where I am.
Now, can I stand?
I tried and succeeded.
This hasn't happened before, but I'm cautious about getting hurt.
Well, of course I wasn't this time.
Stupid me.
I turned the knob of the door I was by, and walked out to see bunks.
Bunks?
And... windows?
My stomach started to turn.
I'm in a bus.
I walked farther towards the front, slowly tip toeing.
But I was stopped.
A tall figure stepped out of what I'm guessing is the kitchen and put their hands on my shoulders.
I couldn't see their face, since I was much shorter than them and I was looking at the ground.
"She's awake!" I heard them yell.
I know that voice...
Is it?
No.
Why would I be there?
They'd never notice me.
I'm a fucking nobody.
Footsteps ran in the room.
"You're awake!"
Another familiar voice yelled.
"A-Am I..."
"Yes, Myella. Just look up."
I squeezed my eyes shut and tilted my head high.
"Heh?"
"No. Open your eyes.."
The voice in front of me said.
I obeyed.
Yep.
It's them.
"You-You're.."
"Yeah. I'm Mike." he shrugged.
I looked over to see Vic standing right beside me.
"Well, Myella," he grabbed me away from Mike and sat me on the couch, "you kinda got hurt at House Party Tour."
I did?
Ah, shit.
I knew I shouldn't have crowd surfed.
"And..?"
"Well, we didn't know what to do, so we took care of you. You've been here for two days... but you're fine. We didn't know where to take you either... assuming you came alone. So we kinda are taking you on tour with us." he looked down.
My mouth opened to say something, but nothing would come out.
I was honestly speechless.
"We couldn't stop the tour.. but if you don't want to be here, we ca-"
I covered his mouth and shook my head.
"You don't?" he uncovered it.
I shook my head.
"You do?"
I shook my head again.
"Great!"
I smiled and hugged him.
"Get ready for an adventure Myella.."

Notes

this is my first story, sorry if it's bad

title credit: Welcome to the Black Parade - My Chemical Romance