|June 2014|

“See? I told you I didn’t bring a girl back.” We laid, tangled in each other’s arms as we enjoyed the warmth the sun was bringing us. He pulled me closer to his chest, kissing the top of my head as I sighed into his embrace. Last night was amazing. I’ve never took my time at sex like that. I had three orgasms and Beau had two and it lasted pretty much, most of the night.

“I mean, you couldn’t even hear it at first. Just the moans, but that shit could’ve came from anywhere.”

“Dude, I slept like right below them. All I heard was the bunk shuffling.”

“Dude, I heard him saying ‘fuck’ so many times,”

“I mean, she’s hot! Who wouldn’t.”

“That’s my sister we’re talking about here.”

“Hey what time is it?”

“Like, going on three,”

“SHIT!” I yelled. I sat up and stuck my hand outside the curtain. “Hand me a towel, I’m going to be late.” A towel was handed to me and hopped down and grabbed the first thing from my bag and ran to the bathroom to get dressed. I don’t even have time for a shower.

While putting on my shorts, I’ve mastered brushing my teeth and tying my boots on. I ran back to the bunks and yanked back the curtain.

“Beau, give me the muscle tee you bought yesterday,” he had his arms crossed behind his head.

“The muscle-”

“THE MUSCLE TEE BEAU.” I rushed out. He pointed to his bag and I went it, seeing it was on top. I threw it over my body and turned around to see the BC members staring at me. “Pigs,” I muttered before I rushed off the bus, taking my stage pass and a hair tie from my brother who was waiting at the door for me.

I totally forgot I’d promise Garret to sing on Learned Behavior and they were going on in six minutes. I ran across the Warped venue, shoving fans out the way and pushing techies out my way. I saw The Monster Energy stage and I ran up the ladder, close to collapsing in a giant heap.

“There you are. You were almost late. Nice sex hair by the way.”

“Fuck. Off. Garret.” I heaved while combing my fingers through my hair that was knotty as fuck.

“Well, Learned Behavior is first, so, come on!”

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I cozied my feet on the table, plucking chords on my guitar that Beau brought with him while Adrian went to get us a soda.

“Hiya.” I pulled my shades to see Beau standing before me with two ice coffees.

“You’re not Adrian with my soda.” I said with a sheepish smile. I set the guitar back in its case and went back to my position as he took a seat next to my, taking my hand.

“I gave Adrian the day off.” He said with a smirk as he threw his feet up. I turned and gave him a questioning look.

“What did you do to Adri-”

“Hey Beau, where’s Fitipaldes?” I pull my shades down even further.

“Eric?” The red head waved at me.

“Sup Schmitt. Have you seen Fitipaldes?”

“Adrian?”

“He’s in the Breathe Carolina tour bus Eric, now shoo!”

“Aight’ man, see ya later.” Eric began running through the crowd, screaming out Adrian's name. I shook my head with a smile. I bet he was on the OM&M bus with Alan.

Alan. I would have to face him sooner or later. The way he just put me on the spot at the diner was horrible and I haven’t done anything to him.

But he was right. I never did take Austin’s feelings into consideration and now that he’s here on tour, I would make it in my will to make things right for us. For Matthew.

“Hey Lights, we still gotta talk,” Beau was looking at me while taking a sip of the coffee.

“About…..” I gave him a look before taking a sip myself.

“Last night.” The blush exploded on my face and I saw him smiling at me. just the thought of last night had my feet tingling and my palms sweaty. Last night was the first time Beau and I gotten intimate with each other. It was a beautiful, wonderful, sweaty, hot mess and I loved every single touch between us.

“What about last night?” I asked while twirling my feet.

“Hmmm. I don’t know…..let’s talk feelings here.”

“Okay?” he removed his hand from mine and sat straight up, putting the coffee between his thighs.

“I’ve told you I love you, right?” I gulp. This can’t be any good.

“Right.” I nod my head in reassurance.

“How long have we’ve been dating?”

“Goin on 11 months in July…….”

“Right, right. Now, when did I start telling you I love you?” I stare at Beau accusingly. Was this a test? What the hell has gotten into him?

“Around a month or two ago.”

“And what do you say when I tell you I love you?”

“I-I, oh.” Beau smiles, realizing I got the point.

“And last night, I meant it all. I meant what I told you and still tell you. So, do you not love me?” I gulped and looked around.

Shit got real.

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|Austin P.O.V|
I started walking to the BC tour bus. I had to talk to Ellie, I mean Lights, I mean, oh fuck myself.
Alan was being a dick to her and I want to make it up to her. She’s done nothing wrong. The only thing she did was the same thing I would’ve done. (I mean, not hook up Shayley obviously, which I’ll ask him about later). Alan failed (and still fails) to realize, Ellie, Lights, was driving the car that day. Not me. sure, I was in pain because she almost died, but who was driving that car?

She was.

Who heard the silence come from the infant?

She did.

Who saw her best friend die before her eyes?

She-didn’t.

I stopped in my tracks.

There’s no way she saw them die because she blacked out. And there was medical attention coming from Oregon. I tried to think back to how the car looked when I saw it. Max was in the passenger seat, which had flew backwards after impact, meaning, if Max was in that seat, the next car that hit them would’ve struck on Max’s legs, probably paralyzing him if he survived.

Somethings aren’t adding up.

The car didn’t hit the back of their car. the car was upside down, but Matthew would’ve been still attached to the seat if he was strapped in correctly meaning……Matthew had to survive.
Max had to have survive.

Because neither of them were at LAX hospital when I got there.

There was no body to recover.

Critical condition in L.A.X Hospital.

No. No. No. No. No. No.

This has to be a joke. They’re dead. They have to be.

She can’t fucking leave Matthew. She can’t leave without me telling her I love her one last time.
She can’t fucking leave and I won’t let her.

I will not let the love of my life fucking die. No. I won’t allow it.
As I walked out of that hospital, I slammed my fists into the wall, letting the tears fall.

Oh my God. The house!

Notes

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