Matt's POV
I slowly rested my head back. How do I get my mind off this? I don't wanna feel or be like this. I just want it to stop. I glanced at my bags. This is our second tour without Dill. I wonder how long the band will last. I can tell Danny doesn't like singing Dylan's parts. I slowly waited on my front porch.
"You'll be fine." My girlfriend, Crystal, side hugged me and rested her head on my shoulder
"How do you know? Our band can die any day."
"Don't say that, baby." She lifted her head and looked at me "The band is going to last. Dylan wouldn't want the band to die."
I sighed "Without him, our band is shit. Danny hates singing Dylan's parts, we're now just a group of depressing fags."
"It will get better." She kissed my cheek as the tour bus pulled in
I sighed and stood up "See ya in a few months, Babe." I kissed her, pulling her into a hug
"I love you."
"I love you too." I hugged her one last time
"You gay faggot, we gotta go!" Danny laughed
"Calm your tits!" I yelled
"We got some candy dicks in here for you, Da Gayy!" Charlie laughed
I rolled my eyes, picking up my bags
"Those are some friends you have there." Crystal laughed
"Yeah." I chuckled "Bye, babe." I kissed her on the cheek and walked onto the bus. "Ayo, Bitches!" I yelled
"Ay, Matties." Charlie patted my back.
I put my bags down and sat down on the couch and Charlie sat next to me. "SO, about those candy dicks?" I laughed, looking at Charlie
Everyone started laughing
"You'll get it." Charlie winked at me, holding in a laugh
We all laughed as Danny passed us a can of Beer. I think we are starting to recover.
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A/N: So, I lied....There are going to be some more chapters...Hehe