"Hello?" I called into my phone, trying to block out all the noise around me.

"Vic? Hey!"

"Livvy? Hey, how are you?" I grumbled.

"I'm good. You, mister, never pick up my calls! Sorry if I call too early or too late, I've been working late shifts this month and I'm all insomniatic and twitchy!"

"Haha, same here, dude. Same here. This tour's been insanely awesome but we haven't slept much, we've been a bit too busy partying and doing meet and greets."

"Aw, that's nice."

"Mhmm. So, what else is up?"

"You tell me, Vic. How's Mike? He hasn't returned a single one of my calls."

I cleared my throat and looked around the bus to ensure that he wasn't in earshot. "He-he's fine, you know, he's a bit cranky still but yeah, he's coming around. Don't worry. Things will be worked out once we're back, I promise."

I could feel her smiling sadly to herself, as she said, "Stop making promises for your brother, Vicky! Those aren't your's to make. If he's moved on, then I'm happy if he is."

"It's not really like that, Liv. Trust me, it's just-"

"Vic! We're leaving, come on," Tony's voice resonated from the other end of the bus.

"Hey, listen, I gotta go, but I'll text you later, alright?" I said, hurriedly, trying to scurry away from this confrontation as much as humanly possible.

"Yeah, go have fun. Bye, Vic."

"Bye!" I said, hanging up and putting my phone in my hoodie pocket.

I zipped up my hoodie and walked out of the bus, the rest of the guys were already there. We were having a mid-tour bonfire extravaganza. All the bands were coming out of their buses and drinking and having a good time together. As it tends to happen, loud hip-hop music started playing and random girls and guys who no one recognized showed up.

I walked towards the bonfire, grabbing a drink on the way. I saw Kellin and the other Sleeping With Sirens guys huddled together in a corner, so I went over there and joined the fun. After a few minutes of goofing off, everyone went off their separate ways and it was just me and Kellin.

"Yo, Vic, I don't get what's been up with Mike this tour, he's been all over the place," Kellin said, lowering his voice.

I shook my head, "Don't even ask, man. I mean, he's never been this bad before. If I have to go to bed to the sound of him having sex with a random girl one more time I'll blow my brains out."

"I guess I'll go and get you a gun," Kellin said, dryly, pointing coyly towards Mike, who was on the other end of the lot, cozying up with a girl I had seen walking around the venue earlier in the night.

"Dude, I don't know what to tell Olivia. I mean, I can't ignore her anymore, I feel shitty doing it, but I really can't tell her all of this. It'll kill her and make her think she was right to not trust Mike in the first place."

"Well, wasn't she right to not trust him?" he replied, skeptically. "I mean, fucking look at him right now."

I didn't even want to look up to see what Mike was up to, I just stared at the ground in anger. "He's being a cunt right now and I just wanna slap him so hard. I can't believe he'd screw this up so bad."

"What are you gonna do about it, though?"

"I don't know, man. I'll try talking to him about it. In fact, I'll try right now," I said, stepping away from Kellin on a whim and walking furiously towards Mike.

As I walked closer I could tell he had this girl in the bag, she was falling all over him and they were whispering into each other's ears and she was giggling uncontrollably. Not really caring about being rude, I just pulled him away from her, saying, "Excuse me, I just need to speak to Mike for a second."

"Man, what the hell? What are you doing?" Mike groaned as I pulled him far enough away from the party that no one could hear us.

"No. What the hell are you doing, Mike? I mean, seriously? What the fuck am I supposed to tell Livvy when she calls to ask about how you're doing?"

He shrugged, nonchalantly. "You tell her I'm doing just peachy, despite what she probably hoped. She expected me to fall apart without her, Vic. I don't need that. I'm doing just fine."

"Are you? Really? Because the second you contract Herpes you'll beg to differ. I thought I was done with this douchebag Mike. Stop letting it keep coming out of you, dude. Everyone's sick of it. You're pushing everyone away, again."

"Well, it's my decision how I act, Vic. You know that. I never tell you not to stick your dick into someone, I just sit back and smile if you're happy. Do the same for me."

"Yeah? Well, how am I supposed to feel happy for you when you're fucking miserable?"

Mike shrugged again, "Like I said, this-" he gestured with his arms, "is all my decision, not your's Vic. Olivia was never really mine to mourn over anyways, we never dated, remember? I was just the bridge she used to get over her dead fiance. Did you ever consider that, in that angelic little head of your's? Did you ever consider, that just maybe, I was all into this and she broke [i]my[/i] heart? No, you didn't. You know why you didn't? Because I'm the bad guy, Vic. Always have been. I give that to people to use on a platter. I'm the douchebag who screwed sweet little Livvy over, and everyone will see it that way because no one would ever think otherwise. I'm just giving people what they want, really. Everyone was holding their breath, ready for me to screw this up, so I did. You got your cinematic explosions, now be a big boy and don't cry about it. Stop pretending like you didn't expect this of me all along."