Bianca's pov

“Michael Christopher Fuentes, what do you think you're doing?” my voice was stern as I glared at him. He was wasted, he was pissed & if he continued like this we'd have another battle of helping him recover. “Did I teach you nothing?” he was full on staring at me.

“W-what?” his voice shaky. He stood up, arms open ready to hug me before Tony pushed him over engulfing me into a hug. He hugged a little tight, but hey. Who cares? After he set me back down, I walked around the bus. It was a real mess. I clapped my hands together. We had 2 days off as we travelled which meant clean up time.

“Vic, Jaime. You two can start at the back. The games room, bathroom & spare toilet.” I paused, watching them roll their eyes and groan. A laugh escaping my lips. “Tony, Mike.... You can do the bunk area, the kitchen & then afterwards? All 4 of you can get your laundry done.”

“What about you?” Vic asked, smiling.

“Me? I'm clearing all this lot up.” pointing to all the mess Mike had made. “After the youngest Fuentes brother decided to lose his marbels.” I was going shape these 4 up to be domesticated by the end of this tour. As they set off to start their 'chores'. I started mine.

“Bianca, why did you come back?” sighed my best friend.

“I don't know.” I replied, staring at the coffee in my hands. I really didn't. I was missing the guys like mad. I always have done when we were apart. My phone rang, Tony's name flashing up. Hitting the reject button for the 50th time today I headed out.

“Michael!” I heard a shout. Oh for crying out loud. I walked into the kitchen to find them bickering. “I just cleaned that, use the bin.”

“Touchy, here have more.” I stood there and watched him drop food on the floor. I cleared my throat. Raising an eyebrow up at him. “What?” I just stood there watching them. Even with me in the room they still was going at each other.

I was beginning to get annoyed. “For god sakes, Tony shut up. Mike, shut up....”

“B--”

“Zip it alright? Tour manager speaking. You two are fully grown men, right now you're acting like a pair of 2 year olds. If you can't be around each other, then I'll sort it.” I walked out, I grabbed the folder with every detail in. Chewing my lip as I went through all the arrangements, I noticed that the hotels we had to sometimes stop in they were sharing a room.

***

“Band meeting!” I yelled. It had been 4 hours since I started the new arrangements. I heard a few 'thank god's' and some other things as they sighed relief. “As you're all aware, two of the band members aren't getting along.” I watched both Vic & Jaime both look at Tony & Mike. “As of tonight, Mike you will be sleeping in the back room. Tony you will be sleeping on the couch. Distance is the key.”

“What?!” Tone raised his voice. I shot him a warning look.

“Any hotel stays, I will be sharing with Vic. Jaime with Tone & Mike you will be on your own to a adjacent room to mine.” Vic went to protest, I put my hand up to stop him. “These arrangements are until further notice.” I stood there waiting for some form of comment.

“Bullshit rules.” Mike muttered.

“Pardon Michael?” He just looked at me & went to pack a few things up ready to move into the back room. My work here was done. I smiled to myself, I was actually taking back control. We had another few months to go, I needed to keep them under control because once this tour was over they were going to go wild. I went down to were the our bus driver was. “Stop in about an hour Miss. Marquez. I need a break.”

“That's fine, we'll find somewhere safe to pull over for the night. Stay away from any cities or towns.” I laughed. He gave me a gentle smile before setting his eyes back on the road. With the bus now clean there was nothing to do. I heard Vic doing vocal exercises. Jaime was sat on his bunk, yelling down the phone at someone. Mike was playing in the games room. Tony was cleaning his guitar up on floor.

I sat myself at the table, tapping my hands against it not knowing what to do. I was watching him clean his guitar. He looked so happy doing it, he was humming a tune to himself. His smile making me smile. I must of been staring at him as his voice snapped me from my thoughts. “B?”

“Sorry, what?” I ran my hands over my face. Damn tiredness.

“Why didn't you answer my calls?” his voice only just loud enough for me to hear. I really didn't want to answer that.

“It's not a nice feeling is it? Being forgotten.” He shook his head. “That feeling Tone is the feeling I felt everyday for over a year. You always ignored my calls, never texted back.”

“I'm sorry.” he whispered, stopping what he was doing.

“Sorry's not good enough Perry. You broke your promise.” I sighed. I didn't want to cry in front of him but they just started. I felt his presence next to me, his arms soon wrapped round me pulling me into a tight hug. I wanted to push him away but I didn't have the strength in me.

***

I woke up on someone's lap. Turning over I saw Tony looking down at me. “Evening sleeping beauty”

“What time is it?” I yawned, stretching myself out.

“6pm, Vic's just cooking dinner.” I darted up. Quickly running to the bunk area. I missed my medication time. No-one knew but now they would. Quickly throwing 2 tablets in my mouth I swallowed them. I went to bathroom, then rejoined the boys. Vic wouldn't let me help him cook, he said it was their way of making it up to me.

Seriously, I can't stay mad at them forever can I. A book came flying past my head, hitting Jaime was sat in front of me. “Pan-fucking-tera”

“Really guys? Pantera still.” They just shrugged. I couldn't help but laugh at their child like minds. They've been doing Pantera for as long as I could remember. It could be annoying, in fact it was always annoying. Dinner was soon ready, I sat just moving the food around on my plate taking small portions. I didn't feel like eating. The boys had engrossed themselves in the TV.

“I'm going to go to bed. Night guys.” A chorus of 'nights' & 'sweet dreams' came from them. Climbing into one of the bunks, I began thinking. Why did they actually forget me?

Am I not good enough? Am I too ugly for them to be associated with? Am I too fat to been with? Yes! That's it.

Not good enough for my best friends anymore. I curled into a ball, pulling the covers over me & cried quietly.

No-one had to know what I was going through, I was suffering from depression. It was being controlled with medication but it didn't seem to get any better.

I was alone.