Lyla's P.O.V:


I reached the stage after the show had already started. I could hear the sounds of their instruments filling the air around me. I flashed the security guard my pass and he opened the gate, allowing me backstage. I spotted a group of people standing side stage, and I made my way over to join them just as their current song came to an end, the crowd errupting in cheers. I made my way towards the front of the small group, my eyes immediatly falling on Vic who was being handed a different guitar by one of his techs.


"Alright, Dallas! You guys up for a new one today?" Vic shouted into the microphone, the crowd answering with hoops and hollers. "Okay this one's called 'Bulls in the Bronx'. I wanna hear you all get fucking loud during this one!" I smiled a little as the guys prepared for the next song.


I hadn't seen PTV perform yet, nor had I gained the courage to listen to any of their music so this was an entirely new experience for me. I had heard Vic sing of course, but it had been so long I could hardly remember how his voice sounded.


The music started as the crowd cheered. Vic began to sing and my heart skipped a beat, the memories of his sweet voice flooding my mind. They guys looked amazing as they moved around each other all over the stage. Mike was beating his drums like a crazy man, Vic playing his guitar and singing with vigor. I started to dance around a little, subtly of course, as I listened to the music.


They were amazing.


In the middle of the song the instrumental broke into a little spanish break. As Vic gained his breath he glanced over in the direction of where I was standing. Our eyes met and he seemed to look nervous. I gave him a big smile and he returned the favor, biting his lip in the process. He directed his attention back to the mic as he started to sing once again, ever once and a while glancing over at me. The song came to an end and I snuck away from the stage and began to walk back to the bus.


I needed to talk to Austin before I could talk to Vic. I had to tackle one issue at a time.


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Austin's P.O.V:


I had been pacing the bus for what seemed like hours, mentally kicking myself for what I had said about Lyla earlier. I had been looking for her all day, but I couldn't find her. During our set all I could think about was how I had hurt her, which I had promised I would never do.
I don't know what came over me causing me to say those things. I guess in a way I felt worthless because I couldn't even help my best friend....but that was no excuse; my behavior was unacceptable.


After our signing I got a text from her, telling me she would 'fix it and be better tomorrow.' I responded, telling her that I loved her, but I hadn't heard from her since, and I was still worried. Out of the corner of my eye I spotted her razor blade still on the counter, the blade that she had slammed down before storming out. I took it in my hands and sat on the couch, twirling it between my fingers.


I needed her to forgive me. She was the best thing in my life and if I screwed it up I would hate myself....more than I already do. I set the blade down on the table next to the couch and sighed, burying my face in my hands. I heard the faint click of the bus door opening, and my head shot up.


"Hi," Lyla mumbled quietly as she shut the door behind her slowly. She stood there for a while not looking at me, messing with the edge of her tank top. I got up and walked to her, pulling her into a tight hug.


"Lyle, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean anything that I said, I promise. I love you so much.....I'm so sorry I hurt you. I told you I never would and I did, and I'm so mad at myself." she pulled away from me and looked up at me. A single tear fell from her eye, but that was it. I wiped it away with my thumb before leading her to the couch, motioning for her to sit.


"Austin-" she said quietly, but I cut her off. I took her small hands in mine and looked her in the eyes.


"Seeing you earlier- you were so mad, and you didn't want anything to do with me....and honestly it broke my heart. I felt like a failure because I couldn't even help you. I know that doesn't excuse the things I said, but I didn't mean them, Lyla. You are my best friend; you mean the world to me, and I am so sorry that I made you think any differently." I paused to judge her reaction.


"It's okay. Everything you said was true, and I was more mad at myself for how I was acting. Your words hurt, Austin, but they made me open my eyes and realize what a mess I really am. And this time I'm gonna fix it, I'm going to fix myself for real this time. So it's okay. I forgive you because I love you and you are my bestest friend in the whollleeee wideee world!" she drug the last few words out as she gave me a goofy smile, showing me that my Lyla was still in there somewhere.


She leaned into my chest and I put my arm around her, rubbing her side with my thumb and resting my head on top of hers.


"I'm going to talk to Vic tonight. I'm going to put myself out there and tell him that I love him and that I want to try again," she muttered quickly, her voice showing she was nervous. I smiled to myself.


"About time," I replied before kissing the top of her head.


"I went and watched them play today. They were.........amazing," her voice was full of awe and I smiled again.



"Yeah they're great." She sat up and looked at me, putting her hands on the side of my face.
"But you're still my number 1," she smiled and kissed my lips quickly before laughing hysterically at herself. I joined in, shaking my head at her silliness. I messed up her hair a little, earning me a dirty look as she swatted my hand away and tried to fix it.


"Well what are you waiting for?" I asked and she looked at me confused. "Go get yo mannnn!!!" I said in a goofy voice. She smiled nervously and kissed my cheek before getting up and heading for the door. She stopped and turned to look at me.


"I love you Austin Robert Carlile, and I'm so lucky to have such an amazing best friend. Not to mention hot, too," she stuck her tongue out at me and laughed a little.


"I love you, too Lyla Marie James. You're not too bad to look at either," I responded as she waved and walked out of the bus, letting the door shut behind her. I smiled a little to myself.
I got my best friend back....and I wouldn't let her go again.


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Lyla's P.O.V:


I inhaled deeply trying to calm my nerves before I reached up and knocked softly on the door of the tour bus. I heard movement and voices from inside, and I stood there staring at the ground shuffling my feet. I was more nervous than I ever had been before, and I was fighting the urge to take off running in the opposite direction. I heard footsteps getting louder before the door swung open.


"Hi," Vic said as he rubbed at the back of his neck. I looked up at him and smiled a little.


"Hi," I responded as I looked back down at my feet. "Um, can I talk to you for a minute? If you're not busy," I mumbled. Vic came bounding out of the bus, shutting the door behind him as we walked to the back of the bus. We stood in silence for a while as I gazed off into the distance, taking in the beautiful night sky and the city lights off in the distance.


"You guys were incredible today," I finally managed to spit out. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Vic look over at me and smile.


"Thanks. I'm really glad you came," Vic responded.


"Yeah, well your brother invited me, and I thought that I should finally see what this Pierce the Veil was all about," I said as I giggled a little, shoving my hands nervously into the pockets of my jeans, rocking back and forth on the balls of my feet. Vic chuckled under his breath as he directed his gaze back to the stars above us. I took a deep breathe and let it all out, everything I wanted to say pouring out of me.


"Vic.....about earlier today," I paused and he opened his mouth to speak but decided against it as I spoke again. "Mike explained to me what was really going on, but even if he didn't it wouldn't have mattered." His eyes looked sad and seemed to be misunderstanding what I was saying. "What I'm trying to say, Vic, is that I love you. I always have, I always will. It's always been you and it'll always be you. No one else even stands a chance. I love you so much, and I want to try this again, I want us to try again because if I didn't give you another chance I don't-" I was cut off as Vic's lips crushed hungrily against mine, shutting me up mid sentence, which was probably a good thing because I was beginning to ramble.


My hands automatically moved to his hair, my lips moving in sync with his. He pushed me up against the back of the bus as he kissed me passionately. His hands moved to my face as he slipped his tongue into my welcoming mouth. After a few minutes he pulled away, both of us gasping for air. I opened my eyes slowly to see him smiling at me, his hands still craddling my face.


"I love you too, Lyla." he said before kissing me once more, this time softly but still full of love and passion. He pulled our lips apart and pulled me into a tight hug, which I molded perfectly into just like I used to.


Finally, after all of these years, I had my Vic back. And I was determined to never lose him again.