~Vic's POV~

Our last stop on tour, San Diego. Erin had taken heaps of photos with Adam, and they were currently giggling over some of the funnier ones that had been taken. They edited the photos every few days and Erin chose some to put into her scrapbook. I looked over their shoulder's and saw one of Jaime and I, hugging each other. Erin pushed me away before I could say anything. I joined Tony and Mike in the back lounge. They were laying down on the couch, sharing a bottle of whiskey. It looked cute. Tony was lying on his back, looking up at Mike, who was on his side, one arm around Tony. They were talking and soft laughing came from their direction. Mike leant down and gave Tony a small kiss.

'You taste like whiskey,' Tony said, licking his lips. 'It's nice.' I walked out, not wanting to disturb them.

I started looking around for Jaime. I checked his bunk but he wasn't there. I opened the curtain to my bed and he wasn't curled up on my sleeping quarters either. I scratched my chin and turned slowly in a circle.

'Jaime!' I called softly.

'Up here, Vic!' Jaime's loud voice bellowed from the front of the bus. I sat down at the kitchen table and he came back from talking to the driver. I think it might be Casey, but who knows.

'I was finding out how much longer till we get home.' He said, smiling.

'And the answer?' I asked.

'Soon.' He replied, leaning over and giving me a kiss.

'I feel bad.' I say. 'Casey's been driving for hours.' I get up and hurry to the front of the bus. I hear Jaime following me.

'Casey? Can you please pull over? I wanna drive.' I say. He looks up at me.

'Seriously? It's an hour till we get to SD. I'm fine, really.' Casey says, determined to continue driving.

'No, seriously, man. Relax. Get some sleep. You barely get any.' I say. Jaime pushes past me and straps himself into the passenger seat. Casey pulls over and unbuckles himself, and we manoeuver past each other. I settle myself in.

'Thanks, Vic.' says Casey, slapping me on the back,

'No problem. Let's go to San Diego!' I say, and jerk out into the traffic. Jaime's holding onto the seat so tightly his knuckles are turning white.

'Dude, what's up?' I ask, noticing.

'Well, you see Vic, when you're driving...' he trails off and I stomp on the brake to avoid crashing into the car in front of us. '...this happens.'

Notes

Title cred: If It Means A Lot To You - A Day To Remember