"Can I go on tour?" I swallowed.
"Yeah," Jon smiled. "I've been waiting for you to ask me."
I bit my lip as I could see Richie peeking at us from around the side of the bus, looking at me like I did something wrong.
"I'm glad you didn't let Richie get in the way of us," Jon smiled. He had no clue that Richie was lying to him by saying that Richie wasn't in love with me anymore. In reality, he still loved me.
Jon smiled and wrapped me up in a massive bear hug. I missed all these hugs from him from highschool. They were what I basically sometimes lived for. I felt as if my life wasn't the same without his hugs. My life wasn't whole without love from the band. They were my addiction. They were my brothers. But now, after my serious relationship with Richie had just ended, I was scared Jon wouldn't let me go on tour.
Jon smiled and walked away as the gravel crunched under my feet as I went to the side of the bus.
"Richie," I said. "I know you're behind here."
He peeked over at me with a disgusted grin. "What do you want now? To be the lead guitarist?"
"Richie, I'm sick of your attitude," I yelled at him. He rolled his eyes and lit a cigarette.
"Richie? Are you even listening to me?" I yelled.
"You don't need to yell," he muttered.
I rolled my eyes, "You better get used to my yelling because I've got my one way ticket to the tour bus."
"Jon isn't the one who makes the decisions around here, you know. He needs to ask everyone else," Richie's voice echoed off of the tour bus.
"Yeah, but my decision was to ask him, because he loves me."
"Why are you being such a bitch?" He growled at me, looking at me with his eyes like daggers.
I ripped the cigarette out of his hand and threw it to the ground. "You know what Richie? You're an asshole. I gave you EVERYTHING. I loved you. You're the reason I hate who I am. You better shape your ass up or you'll be sorry."
I ran from him, and dodging around the tour bus, I ran head on into David.
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