{Mike's pov}

After Tony had left, it was just me & Vic. It was sort of awkward. I hadn't seen Bianca in 2 years. She looked so different with all the tattoo's & piercings. “Why didn't you tell us sooner?” I finally broke the silence.

“She was hurt. I was the only one who had contacted her. You guys forgot her.” he mumbled. Rolling my eyes at him. I walked off my bunk & led there. I admit, I had been kind of avoiding her this past year. But I had my reason. The last time I saw her, I was kind of hooking up with someone else. Even though me & Bianca were never dating, it hurt her.

Pulling out a picture from under my pillow I just stared at it.

“why doesn't Tone like me?”

“He thinks your bad news for me.” she smiled turning to face me. The sun was shining, we were just led on the grass looking at the sky. I laughed a little, looking at her. God damn she was beautiful. Her red locks falling so perfectly, her blue/grey eyes had this little twinkle in them. Her smile was perfect.

“I have to agree on that” causing her to smile. I sat up, her doing so as well. I didn't stop there, I pulled her closer placing a small kiss on her lips. “I'll change his mind”

That was 4 years ago. I never have changed his mind. He dislikes me still but he tries for the band. I never did understand why, does he maybe like her like that? Maybe he was just protective.

***

The curtains to my bunk flew open. “They're not back.”

“They've probably gone for a catch up.” I groaned.

“No, she got on her flight. I just know it.” Why is Vic always the over thinker? We heard the bus door open & slam shut. It was Jaime. He's probably heard the news. He didn't even speak to us as he climbed into his bunk. “We have no tour manager, we have a show tomorrow & we're sat around? Where's the Pierce The Veil spirit?”

He was right. But then again, when was Vic ever wrong?

***

~ 1 month later ~

“Thank you to everyone who came out tonight!” Vic shouted into the mic. We had just finished our tour of France. 5 more countries, 5 more months. I never pass up tour but I really wish we could just get back to San Diego. Non of us had heard from Bianca, she probably hated us.

We treated her like we've treated previous 'managers'. We wouldn't of been so harsh if we'd of known. Looks like we're all idiots. All 4 of us. How do you forget someone like her? “Mikeee, 5 minutes till we leave”

“Alright.” I grabbed my drum sticks, walking past them all & straight onto the bus. Tony was already on it, holding his phone. It's been a month, she ain't contacting us. “Call her.”

“Yeah, like I haven't tried.” he snapped. I could feel the tension. I went to say something. “Save it Mike, both of you went behind my back anyway” I was going to retort back with something but chose against it as Vic & Jaime came onto the bus.

“You could cut the tension with a knife.” both me & Tony shot him a look. There was only one thing for it, I grabbed my whiskey & sat myself in the games room. I would stay here until I was so drunk I couldn't feel a thing. Maybe even pass out with numbness. God that sounds good.

***

Sprawled out on the floor, I rolled over onto my back. Jesus I felt like crap. I saw two empty bottles of whiskey. Oh I was in trouble, I didn't care. Slowly heaving myself off the floor, I headed out to the seating area. “3...2...1...here. drink this.“ smiled Jaime who had a glass of water.

“No thanks, I'll stick to the whiskey.” I opened the cupboard up to find them gone. The lot of it. “Who took it?” I snapped, my head was pounding but I couldn't care less.

“It's for your own good Michael. You are not going back to that.” Vic's voice appeared. I put my back, making my neck crack. I was not in the mood for this.

“Give it me, now.” I said as calmly as possible. By now Tony was up. Every single one of them watching me. “Alright then, have it the way hard.” I turned to face the counter, sweeping everything onto the floor. Watching it break, the boys just staring at me. I would continue until they gave it me.

Everything I saw, I threw it, broke it. The bus came to a sudden halt. Kicking the bus door open, I got off & stood outside. I wanted it so bad, unlocking the case compartment, I found mine. Pulling it back onto the bus, I emptied the contents onto the floor. “You even went through my things.”

“Michael Christopher Fuentes, what do you think you're doing?” A stern voice said. I looked up, there she was. Stood looking down at me, arms folded across her chest. “Did I teach nothing?”

“B!” I jumped up & engulfed her into a hug.

Shit, had she witnessed all that?