What's So Good About Picking Up the Pieces? (Vic Fuentes FanFiction)

Remember When....

Lyla's P.O.V:

I awoke to the faint sound of music playing off in the distance. I opened one eye, then the other, squinting to adjust to the brightness of the sunlight streaming in the windows. My head felt like it had been runover by a train. My memory of last night was fuzzy at first, but the more I laid there the more I remembered.

Mike. Mike was here.....which meant Vic was here. I got completely smashed and had sex with Austin.........greattttttt.

I noticed I was in my bunk, wearing one of Austin's shirts. He must've carried me here after I fell asleep in the back. The bus was quiet. I carefully stood up as all the blood rushed from my head. I noticed that the bus was parked and the guys were gone; they must be out doing a signing or getting ready to play. I grabbed my phone and glanced at the time: 3:24 pm. Jeez I had slept all day.

I went into the small bathroom and brushed my teeth. I washed off the smeared make up that was left from last night. I put on a pair of Nike running shorts and a Lakers tshirt and tossed my hair up into a messy bun on top of my head and put my glasses on. My eyes hurt too bad to force my contacts into them.

I walked slowly to the front of the bus and grabbed a bottle of water. I curled up on the small couch and put my headphone's on, the sounds of "Snuff" by Slipknot filling my ears as I leaned my head back and closed my eyes.

I couldn't believe what had happened yesterday. My mind was reeling. I hugged my knees to my chest as I sat up against the arm of the couch, letting my head drop to the side, closing my eyes once again. I kept the music quiet as to not make my pounding headache any worse. I wasn't in the mood to do anything today, let alone go out there where I might run into Mike again, or worse.....Vic.

I heard the front door of the bus open quietly as Alan walked in followed by Austin.

"Hey sleepy head," Alan said to me as he walked past back to his bunk. He grabbed whatever is was he looking for and turned and walked back to where I was sitting.

"See ya later Lyla. Feel better," he said nicely as he kissed me on top of my head before turning and walking off the bus, leaving the door open for Austin to follow.

I glanced at Austin out of the corner of my eye, and averted my gaze back to the wall. I smelled his cologne as he approached me, squatting down so his face was level with mine.

"Are you okay, Lyla?" he asked sweetly. I leaned my head over and looked at him, a single tear escaping from my eye. Austin immediately brought his hand to my face to wipe it away with his thumb.

"No," I said quietly, closing my eyes. I wasn't okay, and I couldn't lie to my best friend. I opened my eyes again gazing into his big brown eyes. He cracked a sly smile.

"Austin I'm sorry....." I trailed off. He knew what I was apologizing for. I practically jumped him last night to make myself feel better.

"Don't be," he said softly. "You have nothing to be sorry for." He kissed my shoulder and rested his forehead on it. We just sat there in silence for a few minutes before he spoke.

"I love you Lyla. And I'm here for you. You know that, right?" he asked, our eyes meeting once again. I shook my head.

"Yeah," I mumbled. Another tear making it's way out. "Gah I'm such a baby," I scoffed out loud as the tears began falling more rapidly.

"No you're not, Lyla. You're hurting. I wish I could take it all away," he said, sitting next to me on the couch and pulling me in to a hug. There wasn't much room left on the couch since I was sitting sideways and he struggled to keep himself from falling. I felt him sigh.