You'll Play The Romeo, Ill Play The Juilet. (Of Mice & Men)

I Won't Let You Be The Death Of Me

I slowly open my eyes to see the face of Alan sleeping, and the sound of the guys snoring. I'm suddenly reminded to why I'm sleeping next to Alan, and immediately am filled with pure anger, and frustration.

Austin probably thinks so low of me right now.

You know what, he probably didn't even notice. He probably stopped talking to his fans, and came back to the bus completely wasted.

I rip myself out of Alan's grip, and out of the bunk. I move over to my bunk, and rip the dress from my body an slide on a pair of shorts and a sweater and storm out of the bus.

I begin walking as far as possible away from the bus as I can, moving as fast as I could without running.

I reach a bunch of trees, and begin to make my way through them. I push the branches out of my way, and stumble across a ledge that over looks the water.

I sit down, letting my legs dangle over the edge of the ledge, and swing my feet back, and forth.

"Why does this hurt so much," I mumble to myself, "I shouldn't be over reacting this much."

I lay down on my back, and look up at the clouds floating high above me, and I let out a sigh.

I hear light footsteps behind me, and sit back up, and look behind me to see the Alexander Gaskarth and Rian Dawson walking towards me.

"You know everybody on the tour is worried sick about you right now, and are out looking for you?" Alex says extending a hand to help me off the ground.

"Especially Austin. Alan, and he had gotten in a fight about five minutes ago, and Alan told Austin it was all his fault that you left, that he made you feel like a second option, and Austin texted everybody, and told us to get in groups of two, and come look for you," Rian declares.

I shrug my shoulders, and I jump on Alex's back, and he gives me a piggy back ride all the way back to the busses.

When we reach the Of Mice bus, I suddenly grow anxious, and jump off his back, and race inside the bus, trying to be unseen by Austin.

"Thanks guys," I say shutting the door behind me.

I turn around to see Austin quickly stand up, and rush towards me, and pull me into his arms so that I can't make a quick get away.

"Lindsay, why the hell did you leave?" He asks with plead in his eyes.

"I felt like a second choice to you. It always seems as if I'm always second to your fans, and last night you proved that I was. You completely blew me of for your fans. I wouldn't have left if you would have cared enough to notice when I was leaving or if you would have even said that you're gonna go talk to your fans. Instead you just left," I sigh, and run my hand through my hair, "and really Austin, Alan was the one to know I was in trouble after I left the bar, he's the one who came back to the bus, and gave me a shoulder to cry on, and didn't forget about me so he could get shit faced."

The look of regret is written all over his face, as he tries to make out his excuses.

"They're my fans, and you don't always have I be the center of my attention. Lindsay, I love you, and you know that, but I love my fans too."

"I get that! But I am your girlfriend, and I believe that I have the right to be noticed when I leave the room, or you should be telling me that you're going to go talk to your fans, and it might be awhile. You're completely oblivious to the fact that I'm probably your biggest fan!" I shout.

"I'm sorry, Lindsay," He says pulling on my arm to try, and get me closer to him.

I take a step back and take a deep breath. I run my hand through my hair and shake my head. I take another two steps towards him, and hug him.

He kisses my cheek, and whispers some reassuring things in my ear, and have a big bus get together with the guys from All Time Low.