Cold Mattresses

Was it wrong of me to say that since the very beginning of this tour I’d wanted it to end? I was hanging out with the worst people, bad music and bad attitudes. Needless to say it was bringing everyone down and shortening everyone’s tempers.

Turning to see Gideon slap Leo in the face with his passport I sighed. “Guys, can we please not do this here?”

I watched as Leo turned to Gideon and adjusted his face and hit him with his own passport. Every time. Every time we pass through customs the guys start to fight.

Just once it’d be nice to come home without a fight in customs. Customs.

Of all places.

Shoving my way through the two idiots who were unfortunately in my band, I walked through the doors which lead to the rest of the airport. We’d been cleared to leave, finally, after almost four hours in this place where the guys arguing, the roadies sleeping and Leia read some romance/erotica novel she’d picked up at the newsagency at our previous stop over were my only company.

To say I wanted out was an understatement.

Hopefully the guys had remembered that we were coming in today. I love them to death but sometimes those Mexicans could be so empty headed. Shaking my head at the memories of my four boys, I stepped through the main sliding doors and was surprised to see my favourite of the four standing in front of the doors. A cardboard sign held in his hands.

Meow.

That’s all it said.

Really I suppose that’s all it needed to say, Pierce The Veil had their Turtle and Awkward Strangers have their Cat; which was me.

I watched that adorable grin spread across Tony’s face and all but ran at him, jumping into a tight hug.

His arms were the one place I’d longed to be the entire month I was away and I was finally back. Closing my eyes, I took the chance to savour the moment and enjoyed the way his scent enveloped me, how his open black hoodie seemed to wrap around all the same as his arms.

Smiling at the feeling of Tony pressing a kiss to the top of my head, I pulled back. “Where are the others? I expected an entire band with banners and streamers and confetti. I feel jibbed, all I get is a turtle?”

Tony pulled an affronted expression as he pulled away from me. “Excuse me, bitch do you know who I am?”

Smiling up at him, I leaned in and took up his hand. “Yep, you’re my adorable guitarist who I love and adore.”

“Damn straight I am,” Tony said with a stiff nod before he led me over to the baggage carousel and pulled my Drop Dead suitcase of the conveyor belt which was destined to forever go round and round. “Come on, everyone’s at my place waiting for you. Now you can finally meet Kate,” Tony said this as he led me outside by our still linked hands, moving towards his car.

Right. Kate. His girlfriend.

Because I would destined to simply be his best friend, exactly like that conveyor belt. I’ll go round and round and see a lot of baggage come and go (in this sense being his girlfriends) but I was destined to never have a chance.

Shut down, Alice. Shut down.

Notes

So I have a new story up. Yay! It's written differently to how I normally write but hey, I like to try new things. Hopefully you guys all like it. Short intro, I know but I should be able to pick up the pace soon enough.