I Will Follow You

As days went on I had to make a mature decision, do I continue to pine after the guy I'm in love with in the hopes we can finally be together or risk an amazing friendship and be with Patrick. This decision is what will kill me. But the day was here, Friday. The day I either choose to go on tour with Pierce the Veil as their merch girl or choose to go and see Patrick. "Scarlett!" I heard Mike call from outside my room. I groaned and pulled myself out of bed.

The door burst open and Mike sauntered in as if it just happened to open on its own and he could freely walk in. "What do you want Mikey?" I sighed, pulled my covers over my head.

"You need to decide if you're coming today." He said flopping down onto my bed.

"Oh you won't stop reminding me." I huffed loudly.

"You need to tell us." He pulled the sheet off my head.

"Why?" I poured at him. "Can't I just decide last minute." I begged.

"No." He raised an eyebrow. "Scar, why are you acting like this is such a big deal? All you're doing is deciding if you wanna spent a month alone or spend it seeing America with your buddies." He said it as if it was that simple.

"Maybe it isn't just that." I sat up properly and looked at him.

"Wait what?" He cocked his head to the side.

"Patrick likes me, in a romantic way." I told him.

"Called it 7 years ago!" He shouted, sitting up and raising his arms above his head.

"Mike it's not a joke." I hissed at him.

"So what are you going to do?" Mike asked.

"As much as I'm intrigued, I don't think right now is a good time for relationships or even thinking of romantic situations." I explained to him.

"And that's what you want?" Mike stared at me as if he knew more than he was letting on.

I squinted my eyes at him. "Mike what do you know?" I asked suspiciously.

"Nothing." He said far too quickly.

"Spill." I told him.

"I don't know anything." He shook his head, I knew he was lying. I got up off the bed and left the room. "Where are you going?" Mike asked as he followed me down the stairs. We walked past Vic and Sarah whom were on the couch talking. They both looked at us strangely.

"What's going on?" Vic asked amused.

I ignored him and continued to the kitchen and then opened the door down to the basement. "You've got one last chance." I warned Mike. He gave me another innocent look so I turned and walked down into the basement. I strutted over to his drum set and sat down behind it. Mike hated ANYONE touching his drum kit other than himself or Casey.

"Scarlett, you know much much much better than to touch it." Mike warned walking down the stairs. It was like that scene in the movie Step Brothers, he was that bad. I'm shocked he hasn't beat me up before.

"What do you know?" I asked one last time.

"Nothing." He replied again. I picked up his two favourite drumsticks and began thrashing around on the drum set. I watched his face become really distressed. "FINE!" He screamed at me. "You and Vic had sex!" He shouted at me.

I stopped playing the drums and he relaxed a little. I got up and walked over to him. "I thought so." I said softly then walked back up the stairs.

"What are you going to do?" Mike asked as he followed me again.

I walked back into the living room and Vic was still sitting with Sarah. "You really shouldn't have told anyone you didn't like them touching your drums." Vic laughed.

Mike punched him in the arm and walked away, leaving me standing awkwardly next to Vic and Sarah. "What did he do?" Vic asked, rubbing his arm where Mike punched him.

"Just the usual." I shrugged and then walked away.

"Scarlett can I talk to you for a second." Sarah called after me. I turned before I reached the bottom of the stairs and nodded. She followed me up to my room m, awkwardly. Once we got into my room she closed the door behind herself and I turned to face her.

"What's up?" I asked her. She walked over to me and slapped me across the face. I stood there stunned, unsure of what to do.

"Who the fuck do you think you are having sex with my boyfriend?" She practically screamed at me. "Do you not have any self respect?" She hissed.

"Did he tell you?" I asked.

"No, of course he fucking didn't." She snapped at me. "And he doesn't need to know that I know. I want you gone Scarlett. You have more than enough money to up and go. Leave me with my boyfriend and stop trying to take him from me." She ranted.

"First of all, he kissed me and he initiated it both times and secondly, no." I laughed and shook my head which only angered her more. "Today he leaves for a month long tour and I am going to be joining him on that tour. Good luck with that on your mind." I said walking over to the door and slipping out of it. She followed me down the stairs. Once I reached the bottom Vic was watching TV.

"Vic!" Sarah shouted loudly, he flinched and turned around quickly.

"What's wrong?" He frowned at her as she pushed past me and over to him.

"You're not letting her go on tour with you are you?" Sarah shot at him. He looked at me then Sarah.

"Yes why?" He asked as if it was no big deal.

"Well, because you can't keep your fucking hands off her that's why." Sarah spat at him.

Vic's eyes widened and it made me giggle a little, what an eventful morning and I haven't even brushed my teeth yet. "How do you know that?" Vic asked Sarah, jumping to his feet.

"That slut blabbed to Patrick last week and I fucking heard." She pointed at me.

"Wow, don't call me a slut." I laughed, trying to remain calm.

"Why not? It's what you are! You sleep with other people's boyfriends." She retaliated.

"I can totally see why he's with you." I laughed. She groaned and looked back at Vic for help.

"Are you done with this relationship or not?" She asked him. Vic looked at her with complete confusion.

"Sarah I need to go pack for tour, we can go talk upstairs okay." He suggested and that just angered her more.

"Vic if she goes on that tour I will make your life Hell." She warned. Vic looked at me and I smiled politely.

I walked over to Sarah and patted her shoulder. "Of course I'm going." I smirked at her and then walked away back upstairs. I could faintly hear the two of them arguing as I climbed the stairs.

Notes

Two in one night?!?!