A Fool's Revenge.

Three weeks has gone by and to think that tonight was the last night that I would probably see all of the new friends I had made, is totally unbelievable. Tonight was the HUGE end of warped party and I was beyond excited. I was about to get plastered since my flight home wasn’t until late tomorrow. I wouldn’t have to face the early morning hangover flight like most of the guys I was hanging with.

Mike has been popping up more and more and I think now that everyone knows that anything between James and I are done, they have been coming around more. For example, Chris and I were talking about it and Ricky joined the conversation around the end of it when I said I was single and that everything with any of the guys was over, he has now been hitting on me nonstop. He’s cute and all but I don’t think I would ever date him. He’s all the way across the country, it would never work. It was weird because when I say everyone knew that I was single, EVERYONE knew. I really didn’t think I was all that but I was getting hit on repeatedly throughout the day. I didn’t mind it but it creeped me out.

I had been sitting in the back all day just catching up on my editing when the door burst open and in came like thirty people. The mad rush of people disoriented me for a moments and I was soon being carried out by my arms and legs. I could only see the ground since I was parallel to it but I recognized the voices talking. I could hear English accents and American ones. We stopped moving and started going up a set of stairs and a sharp turn which made me very nervous. I was thrown onto a couch face first. I turned my over and found the guys from ATL, Pierce, Motionless and AA just smiling at me.

“Why did you kidnap me?” I asked as I looked at all of them like they were nuts because, well, they were.

“You’ve been cooped up alone on your bus all day and sitting on a computer. This is an intervention.” Alex smirked.

“So you bum rush the back room and take me hostage? Classy.” I chuckled. I looked around again to see a few people missing, a few being Mike, Devin, Rian and James. I shrugged it off because it’s not like this was planned, they didn’t have to be here.

“Right.” Chris smiled. But I rolled my eyes at how over the top they all were.

“So, now what?” I asked expectantly.

“We all have sets in a little while so not much but after were all just gonna hang out at the big ass party.” The plan was set by Vic how happily smiled and I just nodded.
We talked for a little while until it was time for me and my guys to go. I had to run back to the bus to get my camera and made it just in time for them to run on stage. I think just hanging out would be fun tonight. I just know I wanted to get shit faced and go out with a bang so….

I did my job to its fucking fullest since it was the last one and I got amazing shots. I captured the full essence of a warped tour AA set experience in just a few shots. I ran off to catch the guys in the last group shot of the tour. I wanted them sweaty and fresh off the stage. I also wanted to get one with every band I had become a little close with this year, memories, ya know?

“That was fucking epic!” Cameron exclaimed.

“The crowd was going nuts and screaming every word.” Same added.

“Did you see them fucking jumping! I definitely saw at least six girls flash me.” Ben said with a wide grin.

“Is that really all you saw?” I chuckled and he nodded like he was the happiest five year old in the world.

We all laughed and talked as we made our way back to the bus. People who were already done with their sets and signings and whatever else they had to do, were setting up for tonight. We stayed on the bus for a little while just talking until it was time for them to go to their final signing.

I got myself ready and all cute for tonight and fixed myself a mellow drink as I waited for the guys to leave.

“Drinking already?” Cameron asked with the slightest bit of a smirk.

“Hell yeah, it’s the last night and I don’t have to get up super early. I’m gonna have a fucking amazing time tonight.” I cheered and took a sip of my drink.

“So, I’m gonna end up either carrying you back, breaking up a fight or watch you leave to fuck someone?” Danny said rather bluntly and I let out a breathy laugh. In all aspects, one of them was bound to come true.

“One of them is bound to be true, I don’t really care. I’m just gonna have a good night and hope to god nobody ruins it.” I smiled. The guys looked at me skeptically and slightly worried but laughed.

They soon left and I was again on my own. I finished up the editing I had started this morning before I was rudely kidnapped and packed all of my shit so I wouldn’t have to rush to do it tomorrow. I finished packing up just as someone knocked on the door.

“OPEN THIS BITCH UP!” the person screamed and continued to bang on the door in a rhythmic way.

“Ricky, can you fucking not?” I yelled and laughed as I opened the door and he, Chris and ghost came on the bus and made themselves comfortable.

“Sorry, I just wanted to be the one to start a mosh pit for once.” He sighed and I rolled my eyes. I took a sip from my drink and out all my bags in my bunk and had just enough room to pass out if I wanted to.

“Let’s go! I don’t want to sit on a bus all night!” Chris whined and rushed me to put my shoes on. I slipped my flip flops on, grabbed my phone and drink and followed them out to where the party was.

We all sat with a bunch of other bands and crew members and chatted about what we would be doing when we get home.

“What are you gonna do, Jayme?” I was asked by Alan.

“I’m gonna go back to work, sit around and drink tea and be insanely boring like I always am.” I smiled and sipped on the remaining bit of my drink.

“You are far from boring.” Ghost butted in and I laughed boldly.

“I am though! When I’m not working, I am home just sitting on my couch either watching the news or playing COD by myself with a hot cup of tea. I really don’t even go out.” I sighed.

“It’s true!” I heard someone scream from over the crowd. I saw Mike standing off in the distance with a bottle of Jameson in his grasp.

“She’s always been that way though.” he said as he sat next to me and I started to feel a little angry.

“She doesn’t even like when we come over to hang out.” He sighed and I glared at him with a ‘what the fuck’ expression. I rolled my eyes as he shrugged, seeing nothing wrong with his rambling drunk words.

“We’ll come hang out when we go to Cali to work on our album.” Chris smiled and eased my angered mind.

“All of you?”

“No, just me and Ricky for a little while but then all of us.” The guys nodded in agreement with Chris and I just nodded. I watched Mike walk across the crowded area to hand off his bottle to his drum tech, Casey. He walked back and sat down next to me. I got up to make my second drink of the night and came back just as AA came into the mix of people. They pulled up chairs and settled in. I pulled my legs up and relaxed. I couldn’t get too comfortable because of the light breeze that tickled my arms and made them erupt with goose bumps.

“Can you watch my drink?” I asked Chris. I knew he wouldn’t fuck with it or drink it so I was good with him holding it.

“Where ya going?” he asked as I got up.

“Just going to get a jacket, I’m a little cold.” I rubbed my arms to emphasize my point and he nodded as I walked off.

I stepped onto the bus and stood on the edge of Ben’s bunk and searched my bags for my jacket. It was a zip up I had ordered from Key Street a long time ago but I loved it so much that I had kept it all these years. I zipped up my bag and turned to walk out again. I was almost knocked over by someone standing right in front of me. It was Mike.

“I’m sorry.” I was so sick of hearing it. I was sick of hearing him apologize then hurt me over and over again. He was the player and I was the game for so long, it’s time for the tables turn.

“Don’t. I don’t want to hear it.” I raised my hand and tried to walk past him but he got a good grip on my arm and wouldn’t let go.

“What the fuck, Jayme? Why do you always just fucking blow me off like this?” he asked bitterly. I looked at him like he was the most ignorant person in the room because he was.

“Are you fucking serious right now? Mike, look at where we are and what you’re doing. You’re holding my arm to the point where it’s gonna bruise and bitching because I don’t want you. You clearly just don’t get the fact that, yea, maybe I still like you a lot but you’re seriously ruining every chance you have with me by being a little cry baby about it. Get the fuck over it. Move on. Focus on your music for fucks sake! Do something other than obsess over whether I’m gonna get with you or not. Jesus fucking Christ!” I yanked my arm away from him and shoved him out of my way. I could feel the angry tears welling up in my eyes as I sat down back next to Chris.

“Jay, what’s wrong? What happened?” he asked and I soon got questioning looks from him, Ricky and Priscilla.

“Nothing.” I mumbled with a straight pissed off face and grabbed my drink from his hand and downed it. I got up and walked over to the drink table to get another one, this time much stronger. I feel like every time I want to have a good night, someone always fucking ruins it.

“Come on, let’s go for a walk.” I felt a hand on my shoulder and I sighed, more annoyed than happy to see it was Chris. I loved the kid to death but he really pushed to get inside my mind sometimes. I grabbed my drink and followed him away from all of the noise and chatter.

We ended up sitting on the grassy area of the venue, watching the crew clean and take everything down for the last time. I sighed. I wanted to go home but at the same time, I didn’t. I would have to deal with Mike and all of his bullshit along with whoever just surprising me in my own house after a long day’s work. I hated it. I hated the thought of having to go home but I loved it.
I couldn’t wait to go back to my almost normal life. I now had people to talk to. That was the only real difference. I had people like Chris and Ricky and even Ghost to go to if I needed to smile or even the guys from OMM if I need to hit something. They always had one of those mini punching bags on their bus so I would go there when I was pissed off and if I needed someone to vent to? I would forever go to Priscilla or I would just write it out like old times.

“C’mon, tell Chrissy poo what’s wrong.” He said in a high pitched voice and I cracked a smile.

“Chrissy poo? I fucking love you Chris.” I smiled and laid my head on his boney, but comfortable, shoulder. He smiled and didn’t say anything so I just rambled on drunkenly about how much I hated Mike and how much I hated how he had such an effect on me. I told him about what he did and how I hated that he just expected me to pick him over everything and everyone. I just ranted on and on until I felt better.

He wrapped an arm around my small body and pulled me closer. This was a nice thing we did. We knew there was nothing but friendship between us and everyone knew it too. Things like this didn’t make me feel confused or weird; it was just a nice gesture between two friends.

“You just gotta deal with him or just punch him in the face like you did to that girl he was fucking a while back. Violence doesn’t solve much but it would sure get your anger out. And let me just say, for such a small girl, you have a shitload of anger built up.” he chuckled and so did I.

“As much as I want to hit Mike, I would never. I know it sounds so hypocritical but I care too much about him to hurt him physically.” I sighed and I saw him shake his head.

“I get that but seriously; the kid doesn’t even deserve to be your friend. He is terrible to you.” He looked off into the distance and sighed.

“I know, it just sucks what we’ve done to each other and where we’ve ended up because of it, you know? We’ve, well he has always been a dick to me and I still like him. I hate it so much but
I could never see myself just not being friends with him now because I’m good friends with his brother and two best friends.” I sighed again and played with the grass because I knew I would get the ‘what kind of bs is that’ look from him.

“Jayme, I think going home is gonna be good for you, in this situation. You’re not gonna see him every day and you’ll just be able to relax. I’m sure when I call you up in another month to come visit that you’ll have this all sorted and feel a lot better. Touring is definitely not for you, this kind of tour at least.” I looked at him in a mix of confusion and respect. I always liked that he told me nothing but the truth, good or bad.

“I mean that you coming into this not knowing how you feel about two guys and having to see them every day and not being able to have a good amount of time on your own to figure it out, it just wasn’t a good mix. It definitely toughened you up though. I think you’ll be fine once you get home. Everything will work out.” He smiled warmly and hugged me to hid skinny but muscular body. I punched him in the side playfully and he gasped.

“OW! What was that for?” he laughed.

“That was for being too smart and wise. I’m older than you and I don’t even think that clear.” I chuckled and started to stand up.

“You’re older than me by a few months, Calm down killer.” He laughed and we started to walk back to everyone. I filled my cup back up along the way and at this point I was just nursing a cup of straight Fireball. I just stayed quiet, occasionally adding in to the conversation, comfortably hanging out with people I know I won’t see for a long time and just enjoying their company. This was one of those times that make you happy that you’re leaving but sad because you’re leaving all of your friends. All of these people are my friends and I know I would keep up with most of them but I needed to get away from them. Two long months of being with the same people bored me and it was time to go home.


I stayed out for as long as it took to finish my drink before I said goodnight around one in the morning. A lot of the people had left already so it was down to the people who were leaving tomorrow which were only a handful of bands, AA included. I told a few people to find me before they left and even wake me up if I was still sleeping. I tossed my cup in the trash and stumbled up the steps and hopping into my crowded bunk. I shoved my shit to the far side and crawled under the covers.

Tomorrow was going to be so bittersweet.

Notes

Warped is finally over and now Jayme has to deal with Mike in her own territory. How will that go?

Sorry I didn't post last night, I was just so tired and the rain just drained me and I couldn't focus on writing. ;/

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