When Miles Break Hearts
Too Much Fun
TONY'S POV
Stepping on the bus with Mike, I grinned furiously as Julie stood up and walked towards me. I threw my arms around her frail figure and pulled her close to me, kissing her gently on the lips.
'Guys,' moaned Vic.
Kissing her more hungrily, I guided her to the couch and she straddled me once I'd taken a seat - we both giggled as Vic's disapproving groans came from across the room.
'Can't you take all that to the bunk?' he continued.
'They're not fucking Victor, calm down,' added Mike.
Julie broke the kiss for a split second in order to retaliate, 'not yet!' Reattaching our lips, she grinded against me as the passionate kiss deepened. After torturing Vic for a little longer, we seperated and she snuggled up to my side.
JULIE'S POV
Once everything had been unloaded, Tony sneakily pulled me aside from the bustling back of the venue. With a tight grip on my hand, he directed me through the parking lot and behind a large wall.
The moon was shining down on us and I could barely make out his handsome features. His soft eyes looked at me and I shut my eyes as brought me in for a hug. I inhaled his smell - the one that lingered on his clothes and covers, the calming one that reminded me of him whenever he wasn't around - and buried my head in his chest.
Pulling away, he pushed the hair out of my face. 'You're beautiful,' he whispered under his breathe, as though it wasn't said aloud intentionally. 'Thank you for coming with me, you have no idea how much it means to me.'
'I love you,' I said quietly. 'I'm so happy you were sent to give me those CD's all those years ago. I'm so happy that you're here for me. I'm not scared of anything because I have you. I'm insanely happy that you're mine.'
'Jesus, I don't know what I'm going to do if I loose you again. I love you so much, I swear I can't even begin to tell you.'
We shared a brief but amazing kiss before I stepped away and giggled, 'you've still got to play the show, Tony.'
Stealing my words from the other day, he playfully groaned before replying, 'effort.'
Walking along the corridor with Sarah, I noticed Tony up ahead. He was standing at his locker, unloading his backpack. As we carried on approaching, I watched - no longer paying attention to whatever Sarah was blabbering on about - as he took out countless books and notepads.
Feeling like a bit of a creep, I averted my gaze to the dirty maroon converse I was wearing. Suddenly, my shoulder whacked against someone elses and my dance bag slammed into their stomach. Spinning round, I noticed that it was Tony who had collided with my bag.
'I am so sorry, are you okay?' I asked, barely knowing the guy but unable to deny that he was extremely cute. He looked at me with his big brown eyes and I began to melt in them as he replied, trying desperately to hide a smile as he did so.
'No, no. It's okay,' he hurried, cheeks going pink. 'Sorry,' he said before hoisting his backpack up and making his way into the flowing crowd.
'He's so quiet,' said Sarah, matter of factly. I exhaled, feeling wild butterflies in my stomach.
'Sweet though,' I said under my breathe, biting my lip.
'Hey, can you sign this?' asked a tall girl with swooping pink bangs. Taking the CD off her and snapping out of my wonderful daydream, I quickly signed my name and added a smiley face. She thanked me before going over to Alan and requesting various tops.
Stepping out from behind the merch table, I walked up the dark hall before exiting through the back and walking out into the crisp night air. Letting the wind whistle through my hair, I followed the brick wall down to the sidewalk and began to walk along it. I didn't know where I was going, but I needed a walk. I needed to get out of the crowded room with the blaring room. It was then that I realised why it was hard for Tony - the demanding fans, the constant attention, the loud music, the vast amount of people, the pressure to perform well. I felt a great sense of pride as I pictured him on the stage, balancing all that out perfectly.
'Hey,' said a voice from behind me, I shot round to see an unfamiliar face standing far too close to me. 'You look like fun,' he murmered, grabbing on to my body and yanking me into an alley. The flashbacks of the night at the party began.
Flailing under his grip, he pinned me to the fence and began to tug at my top. Removing it, he began to laugh as he examined my body. 'Fuck,' he smirked, 'I'm not fucking any anorexic shit!' He tossed me to one side, kicking me in the back with his foot. I shut my eyes and waited for the pain to subside, which it did after a minute or too, to a degree.
Taking to my feet, I stumbled back to the bus with tears streaming down my face. The flashbacks were making me shaky and his words were making it worse. He was right, I am shit. I am truly a piece of crap.
Climbing up the bus stairs, I hurried towards the medical cabinet and looked at all the pills in sight. I scanned over the bottles quickly before finding the paracetamol. Snatching the bottle from amongst the others, I tumbled across the bus and picked up a notepad and pen from the table. Taking the items, I rushed to the bathroom and found myself staring at my disgusting reflection as soon as I entered.
Trembling, I sat on the floor and began to write.
It's won't go away, Tony. It never will. You couldn't have stopped me, remember that. I need you to know that I love you and I always will. If you ever need to talk, come and see me. I'm listening, and always will be. Like I said earlier, I'm not scared. I'm okay. I love you.
Tearing the note out, I slid the notepad across the floor before opening the pills and pouring a great deal of them into one hand.
'I love you, Tony,' I choked out, putting the first pill in and swallowing it. After that, I did two. After that, I did another one. I took a big gulp of water before repeating my actions. I had about 15 pills before collapsing, my world going black.
Stepping on the bus with Mike, I grinned furiously as Julie stood up and walked towards me. I threw my arms around her frail figure and pulled her close to me, kissing her gently on the lips.
'Guys,' moaned Vic.
Kissing her more hungrily, I guided her to the couch and she straddled me once I'd taken a seat - we both giggled as Vic's disapproving groans came from across the room.
'Can't you take all that to the bunk?' he continued.
'They're not fucking Victor, calm down,' added Mike.
Julie broke the kiss for a split second in order to retaliate, 'not yet!' Reattaching our lips, she grinded against me as the passionate kiss deepened. After torturing Vic for a little longer, we seperated and she snuggled up to my side.
JULIE'S POV
Once everything had been unloaded, Tony sneakily pulled me aside from the bustling back of the venue. With a tight grip on my hand, he directed me through the parking lot and behind a large wall.
The moon was shining down on us and I could barely make out his handsome features. His soft eyes looked at me and I shut my eyes as brought me in for a hug. I inhaled his smell - the one that lingered on his clothes and covers, the calming one that reminded me of him whenever he wasn't around - and buried my head in his chest.
Pulling away, he pushed the hair out of my face. 'You're beautiful,' he whispered under his breathe, as though it wasn't said aloud intentionally. 'Thank you for coming with me, you have no idea how much it means to me.'
'I love you,' I said quietly. 'I'm so happy you were sent to give me those CD's all those years ago. I'm so happy that you're here for me. I'm not scared of anything because I have you. I'm insanely happy that you're mine.'
'Jesus, I don't know what I'm going to do if I loose you again. I love you so much, I swear I can't even begin to tell you.'
We shared a brief but amazing kiss before I stepped away and giggled, 'you've still got to play the show, Tony.'
Stealing my words from the other day, he playfully groaned before replying, 'effort.'
Walking along the corridor with Sarah, I noticed Tony up ahead. He was standing at his locker, unloading his backpack. As we carried on approaching, I watched - no longer paying attention to whatever Sarah was blabbering on about - as he took out countless books and notepads.
Feeling like a bit of a creep, I averted my gaze to the dirty maroon converse I was wearing. Suddenly, my shoulder whacked against someone elses and my dance bag slammed into their stomach. Spinning round, I noticed that it was Tony who had collided with my bag.
'I am so sorry, are you okay?' I asked, barely knowing the guy but unable to deny that he was extremely cute. He looked at me with his big brown eyes and I began to melt in them as he replied, trying desperately to hide a smile as he did so.
'No, no. It's okay,' he hurried, cheeks going pink. 'Sorry,' he said before hoisting his backpack up and making his way into the flowing crowd.
'He's so quiet,' said Sarah, matter of factly. I exhaled, feeling wild butterflies in my stomach.
'Sweet though,' I said under my breathe, biting my lip.
'Hey, can you sign this?' asked a tall girl with swooping pink bangs. Taking the CD off her and snapping out of my wonderful daydream, I quickly signed my name and added a smiley face. She thanked me before going over to Alan and requesting various tops.
Stepping out from behind the merch table, I walked up the dark hall before exiting through the back and walking out into the crisp night air. Letting the wind whistle through my hair, I followed the brick wall down to the sidewalk and began to walk along it. I didn't know where I was going, but I needed a walk. I needed to get out of the crowded room with the blaring room. It was then that I realised why it was hard for Tony - the demanding fans, the constant attention, the loud music, the vast amount of people, the pressure to perform well. I felt a great sense of pride as I pictured him on the stage, balancing all that out perfectly.
'Hey,' said a voice from behind me, I shot round to see an unfamiliar face standing far too close to me. 'You look like fun,' he murmered, grabbing on to my body and yanking me into an alley. The flashbacks of the night at the party began.
Flailing under his grip, he pinned me to the fence and began to tug at my top. Removing it, he began to laugh as he examined my body. 'Fuck,' he smirked, 'I'm not fucking any anorexic shit!' He tossed me to one side, kicking me in the back with his foot. I shut my eyes and waited for the pain to subside, which it did after a minute or too, to a degree.
Taking to my feet, I stumbled back to the bus with tears streaming down my face. The flashbacks were making me shaky and his words were making it worse. He was right, I am shit. I am truly a piece of crap.
Climbing up the bus stairs, I hurried towards the medical cabinet and looked at all the pills in sight. I scanned over the bottles quickly before finding the paracetamol. Snatching the bottle from amongst the others, I tumbled across the bus and picked up a notepad and pen from the table. Taking the items, I rushed to the bathroom and found myself staring at my disgusting reflection as soon as I entered.
Trembling, I sat on the floor and began to write.
It's won't go away, Tony. It never will. You couldn't have stopped me, remember that. I need you to know that I love you and I always will. If you ever need to talk, come and see me. I'm listening, and always will be. Like I said earlier, I'm not scared. I'm okay. I love you.
Tearing the note out, I slid the notepad across the floor before opening the pills and pouring a great deal of them into one hand.
'I love you, Tony,' I choked out, putting the first pill in and swallowing it. After that, I did two. After that, I did another one. I took a big gulp of water before repeating my actions. I had about 15 pills before collapsing, my world going black.
Notes
One chapter left, it's going to be very short though. Please read it though, I think you'll like it.Um, so, yeah.
I never wanted this story to end, but it had to...
hope you are all doing well
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8/1/13