What's So Good About Picking Up the Pieces?

Vic's P.O.V:

I had been looking for Mike for a good 20 minutes; I couldn't find him anywhere and he wouldn't answer his phone. We had an interview to do and he was nowhere to be found.

I walked over to the Sleeping With Sirens tent, where Kellin and the guys were just finishing up a signing.

"Hey, Kel. Have you seen Mike by any chance?" I asked Kellin as I approached their tent.

"Actually yeah. I saw him go over to Of Mice & Men's bus a few hours ago." Kellin responded. My face scrunched up in confusion; Austin and the guys had just finished their show and were doing a signing.....why would he be at their bus when they weren't there? Kellin noticed my confusion.

"My best guess is that he's chatting up Austin's hott "friend" he brought along," he replied, using air quotes around the word friend.

"Ummmm okay, thanks," I said, turning and heading in the direction of their bus. I knocked on the door lightly before opening it and stepping inside into the large, air conditioned, bus.

"Hey Mike, you there? Kellin said he saw you walk over here a few hours ago," I yelled into the bus as I reached the front lounge. I noticed Mike sitting on their couch, talking to a girl who was standing at the sink, her back to me; she did look smokin' hott from the back.

Mike's head turned in my direction, his eyes flashed with worry. Mike had been acting weird these past few days, and I couldn't figure out why. The girl turned around quickly, and our eyes met from behind the glasses perched on her nose.

I felt the color drain from my face as I looked into the eyes I hadn't seen in 7 long years.She looked like she might throw up.

"Lyla....." I whispered quietly, not able to say anything else. She stood there frozen as tears welled up in her eyes. I couldn't move, couldn't think.

So that's why Mike had been acting so weird.........

We all remained silent as I tried to wrap my head around this situation. I let my eyes wander over her: she looked so different. Her hair was dark black, her nose pierced like mine, her arms and legs were tattooed, her eyes held pain.

I hadn't talked to her since the night I called her and broke up with her. I didn't know what to say to her.

I was snapped out of my daze by the sound of her storming to the back of the bus, the door slamming shut.

"Vic!" Mike hollered. I snapped my head over looking at him.

"What.......why......why is Lyla here?" I asked, having trouble formulating my sentence. Mike just sighed and dodged my question.

"C'mon Vic we have an interview to do." He said as he grabbed me by the shoulder and shoved me out of the bus. I was confused; my heart was racing, my head spinning.

Lyla James.......the name was all I could think about as we made our way to the press building for our interview.

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Austin's P.O.V:

The show was wicked awesome and the signing went great; I met some awesome fans, but I was exhausted and all I could think about was Lyla. I hurridly walked to the bus to check on her. As I got closer to the bus I saw Mike come bounding out of the bus, pushing Vic in front of him as they headed over to the press building.

Fuck! I muttered under my breath, picking up my pace trying to reach the bus as quickly as possible. I threw the door open and ran up the steps.

"Lyla?!" I hollered, searching for her before I heard sobs coming from her bunk. I threw the curtain open to see her curled up into a ball, sobbing loudly. I crawled into her bunk, pulling the curtain shut behind me. I scooted over to her and pulled her tight to my chest as she continued to cry. I didn't say anything; truthfully I had no idea what to say to her. I was still trying to digest how my good friend Vic was the one who had broken my best friend's heart.

"I saw him...." she mumbled into my chest, her crying beginning to die down.

"I know," I replied sweetly.

"He didn't even say anything to me. He just stood there and stared," she said and I continued to rub her back. "I feel so worthless," she whispered as she reached down, scratching at her wrist again. I grabbed her hand in mine, interlacing our fingers before I sat up a bit so I could look at her.

"You are not worthless, Lyla. Don't even think like that." Our eyes met momentarily before she lunged at me, our lips meeting. I pushed her back like I had done last night, but this time I didn't say anything, I just looked at her.

I know she wasn't in love with me like that, and I wasn't either. I loved her, but not in that way. For some reason whenever we were really uspet we always made our way to each other for comfort, even it wasn't really the form of comfort we should be giving each other. It usually happened after one or both of us was drunk, like last night, but today we were both totally sober.

"Please, Austin....." she said trailing off. She needed me, and as messed up as it sounds I was okay with that. I grabbed her face and pushed her lips against mine, our lips beginning to move in rhythm with each other.

I licked at her bottom lip and she opened her mouth, allowing me in, our tongues meeting and dancing together. She moved on top of me, and straddled my waist. I placed my hands on her hips as we continued to kiss. I moved my hands up her shirt, my fingers barely brushing the underside of her bra. I felt a soft moan escape into my mouth. I lifted her shirt off over her head as she bent down to my neck, kissing and biting as I moaned.

I flipped us over so that I was on top and pulled my shirt off before bending down to kiss her once again, one hand keeping me up over her, the other moving behind her thigh, pulling her close to me. I moved my mouth down to her neck causing her breathing to become shallow, small moans making their way out of her mouth. She reached down, feeling me through my pants, causing me to groan loudly. She unbuckled my belt, and began to slide my pants down and I began to slide her shorts off of her as well.

I removed her bra next, kissing down her stomach as my hands grabbed at her breasts. She moaned loudly and reached down once more, into my boxers this time, stroking me. I couldn't stand it anymore. She took my boxers of, then I bent down, pulling her underwear down with my teeth.

I moved my mouth back to hers and pushed my way into her, her moans filling my mouth turning me on even me.

I buried my face in neck to quiet my moans and I picked up pace. We were both breathing heavily as we got closer and closer. I soon felt her body quiver as she dug her nails into my back, biting down on my shoulder to keep from making too much noise as she let go. I soon followed after one final thrust, collapsing down on her, my head falling onto her chest. She stroked my hair as we both recovered. I sat up and looked at her before kissing her once more. I got up and put my clothes back on, she got up and did the same just in time to see Alan, Tino, and Phil stroll into the bus.

That was close. I looked at her and she flashed me a small, sad smile before she walked off into the back of the bus alone. I didn't follow her this time.

I needed to quit giving in and doing this before it ruined our friendship, before someone got hurt. I needed her to talk to me like friends were supposed to. I we kept this up and something went wrong I don't know what I would do. I couldn't stand to lose her.