"Victoria you can't just not go!" Chelsea screamed standing infront of the tv.

"Well it's exactly what I plan to do" I rolled my eyes and motioned for her to move out of the way.

"I'm not moving. Get the heck up." She planted her hands on her hips.

"He hasn't called me in a week, why would I go to their show?"

"Because whether he is throwing a fit or not, Jaime, Tony, and Vic are still your friends and you aren't leaving them hanging on their hometown show" Chelsea spun on her heel and turned off the tv before looking back at me. "I swear to god I'll call Leo to come over here, and she's gonna be pissed because she's trying to get ready"

"I'm not going to talk to him" I said angrily throwing my blanket off before I walked towards my bedroom.

"Yes you are!" She ran after me while I searched for clothes to wear in my closet. "How do you expect to apologize!"

"I'm not apologizing."

"Yes you are. This is your fault, you called him a cheating prick and told him to go fuck some filthy sluts" She scrunched her face up as she swore.

"Oh well" I pulled a Star Wars t shirt over my head after removing my green and white striped knit sweater.

"Victoria! I swear to god if you do not apologize to Mike I am going to personally smack you right across your pretty little face! You messed up! Not him!" She screamed while I put a pair of plugs in my ears. I pushed past her and grabbed my keys out of the bowl near the door.

"Are you coming or not? I"m not waiting for you Chels"

I walked out the door and down to my car, unlocking it once I got there. She climbed in as soon as I did. The ride to the venue was awkward and silent because I was being so stubborn. I guess I should explain what happened. I was sleeping one night when Mike called me. I answered the phone even though it was two in the morning and he was piss drunk. He started going on about how he loved touring and he couldn't get enough of it. So naturally, my grumpy self made a slightly rude comment about how he should stay on tour so he could cheat on me like the prick he was. Then, he said he had to go and for me to call him when I got the stick out of my ass, my reply was something along the lines of 'Go fuck some disgusting sluts' or something like that. I'm not very fond of being woken up in the middle of the night.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be such a jerk" I said to Chelsea as I pulled into the parking lot.

"It's okay, hun." She smiled before getting out of the car. I did the same. " You're still apologizing to him."

"Yeah whatever" I waved it off and walked into the back doors of the building after showing security my pass.

"Vicky!" I heard Tony call my name. I spun in the direction his voice came from and was picked up and twirled around in an instant.

"Turtle! I missed you so much!" I laughed holding onto him for dear life.

"I missed you too" He said after finally putting me down and giving me a normal hug. "Hi Chelsea" He smiled and waved at her before running off towards the other room.

"Baby!" Jaime called to Chelsea.

"Jaime!" She screamed happily and jumped into his arms. I stood, shifting on my feet and picking at the tears on my jeans awkwardly while everyone said their hellos.

"Earth to Victoria? Helloooooo?" Leo started snapping her fingers in front of my face. " I welcome you back to Earth how was your trip? Care to adknowledge those of us who showed up on time?"

"Shut it Leo" I grumbled walking towards the couch and sitting down. I still hadn't seen Mike or Casey.

"Don't give me your shit Torch" She only called me Torch when she wanted to make me mad. It was working. "Casey's setting up Mike's drums and I'm pretty sure Mike is on the RV looking for more booze"
Great. He's going to play the set drunk.

"I don't ca-"

"Get off your ass and go or I'll bring him in here and make you guys do this infront of everyone." Leo screamed, causing everyone to look at us. "Go"

She wasn't going to stop until I did. I got up and walked out the door again, heading to the right until I saw the RV in question. When I got to the door I stopped and took a deep breath before knocking.

"Yeah what" I heard him say. I opened the door and walked up the two small steps, standing in the middle of a small living area.

"Hi" I said quietly while he stared at me with a blank expression.

"Can I help you? I have to go on soon" He poured himself a drink before setting the bottel back into one of the cabinets.

"No you don't you've got an hour"

"Whatever. What do you need?"

"I wanted to talk to you" I mumbled sitting on the small couch. He sat on the one across from me.

"Continue" He took a sip of his drink and watched me fidget in my seat.

"God you are such an asshole" I groaned.

"You're doing very well, I can practically see how badly you want to talk to me"

"I WAS trying to say I was sorry for the shit I said, but since you're being such a dick then fucking forget it Michael!" I screamed out of frustration.

"You're the one who did this to us! Not me! I haven't cheated on you once in the past five years! Why the fuck would I do it now!" Mike yelled back at me.

"I don't know! Maybe I'm scared you will because people are throwing themselves at you now!" Tears welled up in my eyes.

"Just because people know who I am now doesn't change how I feel about you at all! If you weren't so damn insecure you would fucking know that!"

"Yeah I'm sorry my bad for feeling insecure when I have a hot famous boyfriend who has gorgeous girls throwing themselves at him every night while I'm sitting at home looking like a fucking bridge troll!" I threw a pillow at his head and it smacked him right in the face.

"Don't fucking throw shit at me!" He screamed putting his drink down on the table.

"Why the hell not! It's the only thing that gets you to listen!"

"Do you even hear yourself when you talk? That makes absolutely no sense! I've been listening to you bitch for the past five years!"

"Go fuck yourself Mike. I came here to fix shit with you. Not to fight, but you obviously don't want to so I'll just fucking leave." I said angrily while I grabbed my keys and walked out the door of the RV.

"Good! Fucking go!" He screamed after me from the doorway.

"What the fuck do you think I'm doing you fucking moron!" I shouted back at him. I got several worried looks from fans who were standing outside.

"Do you ever stop bitching?" He ran after me while I tried unlocking my car.

"Don't you fucking worry, I'll be out of your life for good by the time you get back from this tour." I said reaching up to the back of my neck and unclasping the necklace. I threw it to the ground near his feet.

"What the fuck do you mean?" His voice got lower and I could see the worry spread across his face when he realized what he had done. "You're not going to leave me!"

The palm of my hand made contact with his cheek before I even realized what I was doing. I heard gasps come from the fans.

"Don't you dare tell me what I'm going to do. I'll have all your shit at my apartment packed and ready for you to pick the fuck up next week."

I pulled my car door open, got in, and drove away from everything. By the time I pulled into my apartment complex there was a steady stream of tears flowing from my eyes. I rushed into my apartment and grabbed a laundry basket from the corner of the living room and started throwing all the shit he had in my apartment into it. His Harry Potter snuggie,a pair of vans by the door, anything I could get my hands on. When I got to my bedroom all hell broke loose. I flung his clothes out of my closet towards the basket, hardly getting any in it.

I looked over to my dresser and night stand and saw a bunch of framed pictures of the two of us. That's when I really lost it. I grabbed each picture and threw them at the walls, sending little fragments of glass everywhere. I didn't want anything that reminded me of him here. The only problem was that everything about this place screamed his name. From the Harry Potter pillow cases to the furniture he helped me pick out. Everything had to do with him. I took a suitcase and started shoving my own things into it. Some jeans, a few t shirts, socks, bras, and underwear.

Once I had everything I needed packed, I lugged the huge bag out to my car, locking the door behind me. My apartment was destroyed. I'd never seen myself do so much damage in my life. I slammed the trunk closed after I put my suitcase in it and drove off in the direction of the airport.