Amelia
~Vic~
“Pleeeaaassee!!! I want to meet Matty!!!” Ellie kept tugging at my arm and dragging me to the MMF bus. We had just came back from listening to her brother perform and they were amazing! I would never admit that, we still have some tension, but they are really good. Especially David’s guitar playing. I didn’t know he was that good. I wonder if he taught Ellie how to play.
“Elizabeth Schmitt, please keep the tiger at bay.” Her eyes widen as she swat my arm.
“Victor Fuentes, please take me to meet the one and only Matty Mullins.” I sigh but nod my head. She laces her fingers through mine and gives them a tight squeeze. I squeeze back and walk over to the MMF bus. The door swings open and Kellen walks off, phone in hand. He sees us, gives us a tiny smile, and nods towards the bus. Ellie squeals next to me and now is dragging me to the bus. We walk on and Matty’s eyes darts towards us. He stands up and walks to me.
“Victor! How ya doing? Who is this pretty lady?” he wiggles his eyebrows at Ellie and I laugh. We sit on the couch and Ellie sits between us.
“Good. This is my girlfriend Ellie.” She smiles and shakes his hands.
“Big fan?” he asks. She chuckles.
“Fan. Not a big one.” His eyes widen.
“First time a fan isn’t fangirling right now.” She looks at him confused and then she makes an “o”.
“NO! no! I’m not a fan, I’m a performer here at Warped. My band is Sorry Not Sorry. I really wanted to meet you because there is some bands I haven’t met.” Her fingers weave through mine and she leans her head on my shoulder.
“Have ya met Sleeping with Sirens?” he asks. I let them talk as my attention goes to a Warped update.
“Yeah, Kellin is extremely nice. Jesse is too. Justin, ha!” I hear Matty chuckle as I read the transcript below OM&M performance.
Ice princess? Or bitch princess? Austin Carlile and Alan Ashby from Of Mice & Men have stated in their song Still Y’DGN that the girl Austin used to date was a bitch and did nothing but f***ed things up. Alan has also been stated as to calling her an a**hole. Suspicion is speculating as to if it is Ellie, from Sorry Not Sorry, the rookie band of Warped this year. As been recorded, Ellie did a song about a boy she dated. And how he and a “friend” said some hurtful things to her. did Austin and Ellie used to date? Is there beef behind these two bands? Is there brewing drama conflicting between the two lead singers?
I decided to check twitter. Besides the fans arguing over what the reason really was, a tweet stood out most. From Austin’s friend himself.
Mitch Lucker.
(@mitchluckerSS) @ellieSNS @austincarlile Austin call me. we gotta talk. Ellie, if you’re reading this, hi! I’m Mitch Lucker from Suicide Silence. Get my number from Oli and call me!
Should I show her the tweet? I mean, she’s enjoying her time with Matty. Even though I want to enjoy my time with her. she stands up and hugs Matty.
“It’s really nice meeting you. I’ll look for you during your show.” She winks. She pulls my hand and we walk past the buses.
“Where are we going?” I ask her. she turns to me and plants a kiss on my lips.
“To the beach babe. I don’t know when we’ll be together again, so I want to make the most of it.”
We walk out from the venue and down the block.
“So, how’d it feel to get shitfaced drunk with Pierce the Veil?” I ask.
“Amazing! Even though you were balled up in a corner being the baby you are.” She said. I glared at her before she took off running.
~Ellie~
I was running away from Vic who was now chasing me through the sand. I’m screaming and giggling like a little girl as I run to the waves, running past sufers and jet skis.
“Baby come back!!!!”
“NO!!!!” I screamed as the waves came up to my waist. Vic grabbed me and lifted me in the air. “VICCCC!!!!!!” he twirled me around as the wave knocked us down.
“AH!” Vic swam to me and crashed his lips to mine, the water shoving us close together. My fingers combed his wet hair as his hands circled around my torso.
We lay on the beach, it’s well past midnight. The guys had checked on us earlier, dropped off extra clothes, and went to bed. The buses don’t leave until morning since the next stop in California isn’t but a couple hours’ drive. The moon has a beautiful light reflecting off the ocean. We’ve been dating for two weeks. Touring is stressful, but somehow we make it through. I don’t want to say I’m in love with him. It wouldn’t quite be an under estimate. I find it cute how his blue long sleeved sweater and black pants are stuck to his soaked body. I wouldn’t mind getting under those clothes, but as usual, Vic probably wouldn’t feel that way. Its two weeks before we can be together again, but even then my band has to get ready to release our first album since so many people loved our EP. Then a week later, our off week, we have to fly out to L.A for our record deal and possible music video, and then when we come back, we’re off to another city for the tour. After that, it’s our headline tour. So basically, this our only night together. I groan and turn to Vic who’s looking at me.
“What?” I ask. Barley a whisper. I want to take in his beauty before it disappears from me for a while. His brown eyes pool into mine, the moon just a tiny dot in his eyes.
“Just admiring your beauty.” I swear if it was bright enough, he could’ve seen the blush in my cheeks.
“How am I beautiful? My face is bruised beneath the makeup. I’m hopping place to place from my ankle. Even my own ex-boyfriend left me without any reason.” I say referring to Austin. “If anything I’m far from beautiful.”
“You’re right.” He says. I knew it! I’m always the one to drive people away. God, why do I even try? “You’re far from beautiful because beautiful is an underestimate. There is no word to describe how pretty you are.” I sigh and turn my attention to Vic. I hate to say it, but our relationship is strained. There’s too much work to be done and on top of that, I have ex-boyfriend problems and argh! I want to pull my hair out of my head and scream to the top of my lungs.
“Vic, we-”
“I know. But let’s enjoy this last few minutes together.” He kisses the top of my head and we snuggled there on the beach. The tide comes up to our necks, but we didn’t move. When we bid our goodbyes, we hugged for a long time.
“This is harder than I thought.” I say.
“Yeah. I’ve never been broken up before. Cheated, yeah.”
“I’ve never broken up with someone. Dumped, yeah.”
“It’s not goodbye though. Only as a couple.”
“Duh.” I punch his arm. He took my arm and kissed the scars on my skin.
“I kissed the scars on her skin. I still think you’re beautiful and I don’t wanna ever lose my best friend.” He whispers in my ear.
“This is it, when it’s done we can say that, oh my god we’re not gonna make it.” He chuckled.
“Why are we quoting A Match Into Water?” he asks.
“Because believe it or not, we were literally a match into water.” I say referring to the beach. “But promise me one thing.” I say.
“Anything.”
“If someone tries to hurt me, promise you say this “Stay away from her she’s mine, it’s not her time.” It would mean a lot.”
“You want me to say it to Austin?” he asked.
“Yeah.” I squeaked. “But mainly Alan.” He nodded before kissing my cheek.
“See you around.”
“See you around!” I called after him. I walked on the bus and flopped on the couch. I didn’t care if I’m soaking wet. I think I just lost the one thing that meant the world to me. I drag m wet self to my room and write down 3 songs I want on the album.
Stuck On You
Beautiful Lie
Life As We Know It
Our album. Gosh the stress. Who knew getting your career started would be so much stress. Well, at least the stress of a relationship is one less thing to worry about. My phone buzzed in my wet bra and I take it out, wiping off boob sweat.
“Hello?”
“HEY!” it was Ben our other manager. We have two managers in total, but Ben is a little more laid back.
“I got you guys a touring band-slash-buddy! So whenever you guys can’t play, they’ll fill in for you!” he exclaimed.
“Great. Who?”
“Well, wait! They’re gonna be at Warped next year and since you guys won’t be the rookie band anymore, try to make friends with them Ellie. Especially the clean vocalist. They’re gonna be staying with you guys, on the same bus and there’s plenty of room. No complaints. Actually they’re here now.”
“Who?!” I snap. I’m not in the mood for meeting people.
“We Came As-”
*Knock. Knock.......BANG!*
“Hold that thought.” I groan and drag my wet self from the bed. I walk to the entrance of the bus and the scene unfolds in front of me. Not only is my band gawking at them, my eyes can’t seem to leave the guy’s eyes. He has a bass guitar in his hand and he is staring right at me. the other people have guitars in their hands or drum sticks. Each though has a small bag of clothes. The man in the front with the shaggy brown hair is cute. Not as cute as the guy staring at me with the short brown hair, but cute.
“Hi! That’s David Stephens with the rhythm guitar our unclean vocals, Joshua Moore our lead guitarist, brain a.k.a Lou with the other rhythm guitar, Eric Choi who plays drums, Andy Glass who plays bass and I’m Kyle Pavone. I’m the clean vocals for We Came As Romans.”