It's backkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk! Welcome back my favorite little readers! You are all as majestic as fuck. If you have stayed with me this long, then I hope you enjoy the sequel. And if you randomly clicked this story because it was the first one of mine you saw, well... GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE AND READ THE FIRST FUCKING STORY BECAUSE THIS WILL NOT MAKE SENSE IF YOU DON'T. Well, this doesn't make sense either way... But, it might help. Anyway, on with the story! ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ
Day 365, and I'm still here. You better be holding up your end on the promise ;) ~L
It was finally the day. July 9th, 2014. After a full year of touring, I couldn't wait to come home. I missed Icky, and I missed Josh, and even though I can't believe I'm saying this, I even missed Matt.
Believe me, Hedley are a great bunch of guys. They're funny, and definitely know how to have a good time, but they weren't anything like my boys. My boys are special.
We were flying to the Vancouver airport when I got a text.
I'm right here. ~J
I smiled. "Texting your boyfriend, eh?" Jacob asked, peering over my shoulder. I laughed.
"Yup!" I said. He smiled and hopped back in his seat next to me.
"So how was it? Your first tour, with Hedley?" Jacob asked.
"It was amazing. I'm still trying to get over the fact all of you mooned the crowd, and the fact I think it scarred me for life, but it was amazing." I said, he laughed.
"We've been doing that since like, 2009. We like showing people our Hedley tattoos." he said.
I laughed. "And I'm sure EVERY girl there adored you showing them your Hedley tattoos." I said. He smiled.
In case you didn't know, Dave, Jacob, Tommy, and Chris all have Hedley tattooed on their ass.
"We will be landing shortly. Please turn off all electrical devices such as phones, laptops, iPods, iPads, et cetera." the pilot said over the intercom.
I looked at Jacob and smiled. I was excited to land. Not only because I wanted to see Josh, also because I REALLY hate planes. They terrify me.
So when we finally touched down, I was ecstatic. We got our luggage down, and went into the airport.
I talked with the guys about funny things that happened on tour, such as me tripping at the end of my performance on wires because of the heels I was wearing.
Jacob's pants falling down when his belt broke, IN the crowd. Dave getting his guitar strap stuck on a stud on MY ear. That was painful.
We walked a bit, then I spotted my now, BLOND haired douche. Seriously. His hair was BLOND. I was a little surprised, but I rushed over and hugged him.
Jacob laughed and came over to us, with the rest of the band.
"We brought her back in one piece, happy Josh?" they all laughed. I smiled.
"BARELY, thanks to Dave." I said. He sighed.
"Okay, it's not my fault! How can anyone get a guitar strap hooked on to their earring, anyway?" Dave asked. I smiled, and the boys raised their eyebrows.
"It's a long story. We'll explain tonight. Can we all go to diner tonight?" I asked. All the guys looked at each other, then smiled.
"Sure!" they all agreed.
I smiled, and when we all turned to go to the cars, I noticed something in Josh's hood.
"Icky!" I cheered, taking him out from Josh's hood.
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