William Beckett Blog and Journals

I walked over to Sisky and Danny, knowing Cobra's set was over. I'd met Danny about three months after starting my job, and when I found out whose merch boy he was, it made me slightly nervous.
I didn't expect to see Gabe just after he'd been on stage, figuring the band would haul ass to the shower, but I didn't want to take the chance. I felt so stupid, avoiding it at all costs when, to be quite honest, that's the absolute only thing I wanted.
"Hey, there," said Sisky, smiling brightly. Sisky was probably one of my favorite people I'd ever worked with. He was hilarious, but he was actually really down to earth and genuine. I found it incredibly easy to spill things to him that I didn't tell most people.
"Hi guys," I said, glancing back over my shoulder as Bill walked over to Pete, coming off the stage after Bring It.
Adam and Danny started talking about Warped Tour, and I added a few things here and there, but mostly listening. Suddenly, Sisky looked over my shoulder and said ", Hey man, nice set."
I looked next to me, and my heart felt like it had stopped beating. A lump appeared in my throat, and I felt a tear slide down my cheek, not realizing I was even crying. He stared into my eyes, not breaking contact, as he brushed a hand back through his hair.
The first thing I noticed was that he was even taller, something I hadn't imagined possible. I hadn't grown one damn inch since high school, my five foot five inches still kicking.
His hair was a lot longer than it used to be, it looked like he hadn't cut it in a while.
"Uh, so Camilla, you know Gabe," said Sisky uncertainly, finally breaking the silence.
"Yeah..." I said, my voice cracking. "Yeah, I do."

Ryland's POV

After we got off stage, I went over and clapped Bill on the back to thank him. I glanced around and looked for Gabe, and noticed where he was standing. Who he was standing with.
Camilla looked miniscule next to him, as they simply stared at each other. Dang, well this was going to be interesting. I glanced at Alex and nodded toward Gabe. Alex looked, then widened his eyes.
"Dude, go over there," he warned.

Camilla's POV

After a few more seconds of silence and questioning stares, I felt someone walk up next to my side.
"So, yeah, look who's here, Gabanti," said Ryland, a hint of nervousness in his voice. I finally broke Gabe's gaze and looked to Ryland, who was raising his eyebrows at me. I wasn't sure I could talk. I wasn't sure if I could do anything, for that matter.
"So hey, why don't you two go back to the bus for a while? It's airconditioned, and it'll be quiet for a while," Ryland said.
"Yeah," muttered Gabe, still looking at me. He nodded over his left shoulder, motioning for me to follow him. All the way back to the bus I felt his eyes, practically burning a hole through me.

Gabe's POV

My mind was completely blown away. She was... she was so amazingly gorgeous, still. She's always been, but not seeing it for so long, it was like my mind and heart went into shock. It's like my body knew this was the girl I was still in love with, and it didn't know how to react.
We finally got to the bus after a long walk, and I felt disgusting being I hadn't showered.
I opened the door for her, and she quickly smiled before stepping on. She sat onto the couch and stared up at me. I sat next to her, then moved away a bit. I had been so used to sitting close to her, so used to just taking her hand when I wanted, knowing I could kiss her lips whenever I wanted. That's what I missed the most.
I looked over at her. She was tiny, still. Maybe it was me, but I felt like maybe she'd actually lost an inch of height.

Camilla's POV

I looked over at him, still feeling weak and clammy. I assumed that my voice was still inactive so I just looked at him, my heart beating inconsistently.
After a few moments of silence, he finally spoke.
"I think you shrunk," his voice was still low and sweet, the way I remembered.
I laughed and shook my head, surprised my voice was working the way it normally would.
"Very funny," I said, smiling over at him nervously. I missed him so much. Every day of my life. It was almost sick the way I loved him.
"How the fuck are you?" he asked, and I laughed again, at the bluntness of his question.
"I'm alright," I replied honestly. "How are you, Mr. Musician?"
"Good," he replied. "Been better, I guess." I nodded, then looked down at my filthy Converse. They were the same pair I'd had since highschool. Gabe's initials he'd put were still on the very end of the toe, tiny and neat.
"I missed you so much," he whispered, biting his lip with a pained expression on his face.
"I," I began, my voice failing me now. "I missed you too."
I felt tears slipping down my face, and my throat was tightened up. He inhaled, and looked down at his lap, then back at me. Before I knew it, he was hugging me as the tears continued to flow.
"I'm sorry," I said finally, leaning back off of his shoulder and searching his eyes.
"Why?" he asked, sincere curiosity sparking up as he wiped the tears from my cheek softly with his thumb.
"Because I'm here, seeing you for the first time since and I'm bawling my eyes out. And I left you. And I shouldn't have. That was the stupidest thing I've ever done, ever. And I'm so sorry. I caused so much pain by leaving like that, thinking I was saving us from the pain."
"There was no preventing the pain, Camilla. I hate that I didn't get to say goodbye to you, but what happened happened. God, I can't believe you're actually here, with me, right now."
About an hour later, we were sitting on the couch playing X-BOX as the band came in.
"What the fuck?"
"We didn't come back in case you two were crying it up," said Ryland.
"Or something else," hinted Nate, smirking childishly. I shook my head, grinning, and turned back to the screen.
"Hey get that Brute," said Gabe before turning to his friends.
"Sorry guys," he said, not really sorry at all.
He paused the game as they sat down, looking at the two of us uncertainly.
"Things are cool, guys. No need to gawk uncertainly," he joked, glancing nervously at me.
It felt so natural to be here with him, to be in his presense.
I needed this, I'd waited 6 agonizing years for the day.
"Hey, take a walk?" offered Gabe as the band made their way around the bus, all showered and clean, Vicky's hair still dripping slightly.
"Yeah," I agreed, following him out. The sun was starting to set and he led me through the mass of tour buses, and I followed curiously.
"Where are we going?" I asked quietly.
"I don't know," he answered, looking back over his shoulder. "Anywhere. Everywhere. I just..." He stopped and faced me, looking into my eyes with his dark, chocolate ones. "I just need this. I need to be around you. I... I just do," he said, smiling softly after speaking.
He turned to walk, but I pulled his shirt sleeve. Why the hell was he wearing long sleeves in the summer?
"Gabe, wait. Just know, that I kept my promise," I stared into his eyes confidently, knowing I didn't need to explain myself. He looked into my eyes for a moment, and I couldn't read his expression. He nodded, then turned around and began walking.
For the first time in six years, I was actually content, like the hole in my chest was filled finally. Not just okay, I was happy. It scared me, that just by being around him for an hour filled me up.
I didn't know what the future held, but for now I was okay with that. I just wanted to be here, with him.
I couldn't help but wonder about the future, in the back of my head, though. I didn't want to let my hopes rise, knowing that things were different now.
But one thing had stayed the same through everything; I loved Gabriel more than anything or anyone in the entire world.
And I would do anything not to lose him again.

Sorry I switch POV's so much lately, but I feel it's important so you can understand things from the view of everyone, you know? It adds to where the story is.
This was short, but I wanted to be simple like that. I wanted it to just be simple, short, and sweet.
So, thank you, new readers. It means a lot that you're commenting, it really does.
Much love, yours truly, Alana.

"Oh shit!" he overexaggerated, throwing his arms in the air. He glanced up and met my eyes, "sorry, I wasn't-" He stopped talking then his eyes widened.
"Holy fuck," he whispered, and I simly smiled.
"Hi," I said, waving awkwardly. He threw his ridiculously long arms around me and picked me up in a bear hug.
"Shit!" he yelled, laughing as he pulled back from the hug.
"How are you?" I asked, unable to process information fast enough.
"Fuckin' great, man I missed you. Still do. I was actually just thinking about you the other day," he said, smiling widely. I missed that smile.
"I missed you too," I said, biting my lip. Pain seared through my heart as I remembered the heart wrenching years I'd spent without seeing them.
"You stopped calling," he said, glancing down in a sad way.
"You stopped calling too," I said, smirking slightly.
"Shit," he muttered, looking me over.
"Well, you're hot, not gonna lie," he said nodding his head slightly.
"Ryland!" I exclaimed smacking his shoulder.
"Well!" he defended himself. "So how... how did you get here?"
"I got a job at Pete's label and now this is my job," I said, motioning to the stage.
"Congrats, that's pretty great." There was a pause in conversation, a kind of thoughtful silence. He was the first to speak up, loudly. Some things never change.
"Man, it's great to see you!" he exclaimed, then his expression changed instantly, a slight frown creasing his forehead. "We missed you, Camilla. Missed you like fuck."
"I know," I whispered, my chest feeling like lead. "I missed you too. I was so... It was so hard," I managed, a tear dropping off my cheek. He smiled softly and wiped it away with his forefinger.
"That's what she said," he muttered softly, using a mock comforting voice.
"God, Ryland," I said, smacking his shoulder.
"Yo, Ryland? What the fuck, it's almost showtime!" called Alex, walking around the stage. He glanced at me quickly, then did a double take. He looked at Ryland questioningly, who nodded, then back to me, his face lighting up like at kid's at Christmas. He ran over to me and tackled me, literally, to the floor.
"I missed you so much!" he said, his voice slighly muffled.
"Dogpile!" I heard Ryland say and felt another 100+ pounds fall on top of me.
"What the hell are you guys doing?" asked a voice, and I knew it had to be Nate's.
I found my way out from under them, grinning up at Nate.
"Hi," I said, smiling.
"Shit!" he said, holding a hand out to help me up, pulling me into a hug as he lifted me.
"Wait, wait, wait, how did you get here?" he asked, finally pulling back from another crushing hug.
"Well-" I began, but paused as Victoria walked up. She looked so different, yet exactly the same. I grinned at her, and it took her a second to figure it out.
"Whoa!" she said, hugging me. Luckily, she didn't crush my ribs like the guys had.
"You look great!" I said, looking her over.
"Me? I look great?" she said, waving her hand and grinning widely.
After a few seconds of silence, I spoke up.
"I missed you guys so much," I said, feeling the tears coming on again.
"We missed the fuck out of you," said Nate, nodding slowly.
We spent about the next five minutes explaining what we had done after high school and how much we'd missed each other. Over and over, that's all anyone could say. Was how much we missed each other.
There was only one thing missing. Er, person, missing.
Pete came up and clapped his hand on Nate's shoulders, looking around at us.
"Well hate to ruin the lovefest but it's almost showtime, Cobras."
"Hell yeah!" said Ryland, jumping slighly.
They all double-checked waters, then waited for the call. We sat in a circle, talking excitedly.
I wanted to ask so much. I needed to know. It was killing me.
Without thinking, I turned to Ryland.
"How is he?" I asked quietly. He didn't need explanation, he knew who 'he' was.
He paused for a second, inhaling thoughtfully.
"Alright. Better than four years ago," he said, frowning slightly. There was silence, this time awkward.
"He missed you more than you'll ever know," Alex said after an eternity. "He still does."
"It kills him, Camilla. For a while we thought he was okay, but anytime we brought up your name, it's like he turned to stone. Like he completely shut down, like a machine or something."
I felt my eyes welling up again as I stared at the dusty floor, my heart ripping to pieces. I had to see him. I needed to hear his voice.
I wondered what his voice was like, how much he'd grown. I wondered if he still smelled the same, if he had that same lanky, awkard, adorable posture.
"Hey, Gabe's all ready," said Bill, walking up to our silent circle. "He's waiting by the stage."
They got up and left silently, each giving me a sad and nervous glance before turning to leave.
I heard them start playing, the sound only slightly muffled. I didn't have the nerve to get up and watch, to see him so close. The thought made my heart go crazy, my pulse quicken.
Before I realized it, his voice rang out across the grounds through the enormous speakers, vibrating slightly from where I was sitting.
It sounded beautiful.

Gabe's POV

I didn't know where my band had been, but right before we took the stage they were all silent. They had sad, pained expressions on their faces. I ignored it, and went out onto stage with my game face on.
While I was singing, I started thinking about what I would do if I saw her. If I ran into her somewhere.
I pictured myself being awestruck, completely incapable of words.
Our set ended after what felt like two seconds, and I followed my newly sweaty band backstage. There were a ton of stage and sound crew running around, trying to get things set up for the next band. I noticed Pete over by the van, talking to William and Carden.
I glanced around, and glimpsed Sisky standing talking to Danny and a girl, so I walked over to join the conversation.
"Hey man," said Sisky, nodding at me as I walked up. "Nice set," he said, nodding.
The girl looked at me and my stomach fell to the ground. My heart seemed to stop beating. Suddenly, I couldn't feel whether or not I was standing or sitting, as I stared into a pair of emerald green eyes.
She widened her eyes, and I saw a tear escape and fall to the dirt.
I felt like I was drunk, like the world was spinning. My heart felt like it was going to explode, and I was pretty sure I had just shit my stomach out. I ran a hand through my hair, still staring into her teary eyes. My hands felt clamy, and I could feel them shake ever so slightly by my side.
Suddenly, I had forgotten how to speak. And how to breathe, think, and see straight as well, obviously.

This was really sad to me, for some reason. I mean, it's happy :D because they FINALLY see each other again.
The whole, seeing her friends for the first time in a long time, part was kind of iffy, but I don't have the patience to re-write it.
Either way, I think this is a pretty decent place to leave off for tonight :P
Tomorrow, my friends.
Much love.

oh ps I HAD to add Danny in there somewhere, I love him :D

"Beckett!" I yelled from the stage, smiling to myself. "You better be out here in, oh I don't know, oh point 2 seconds."
"I'm here, I'm here," he said calmy, putting his hands up as his tall lanky figure stalked by.
"Good. Now, what did Carden say about being late?" I asked, glancing down at my clipboard.
"Oh, no he's getting here on time," replied William, picking up the mic.
He started vocal warm-ups as I walked backstage to find Pete.
"Peterrrr," I sing-songed as I spotted him standing, talking to Chizz.
"So, Bilvy's warming up. The sound guys are done, so I guess all is well," I said.
Pete nodded, then took a sip of Aquafina before replying.
"Great. Thanks a lot, Camilla. Sorry I called you so last minute, but I'm really glad you could help out."
I suppose now is when I 'catch you up to speed' or something like that. If you didn't preasses, it's been quite a few years since I graduated from Rockwell High School. 6, to be exact. So now my 25 year-old self is working at a record label. After graduation I moved to Chicago, went to college, dropped out of college after two months, worked at an art place, quit, went back to school, graduated with a music degree, and now I'm here. I had met Pete just as I was graduating college, and he offered a job to me at DecayDance.
Honestly, who could turn that down? 
Now I went from stage to stage all over the East Coast, helping manage pre and post-show madness. I still don't quite get it, but Pete puts a lot of trust in me. He sends to me to big jobs, jobs I never imagined myself capable of. I met Beckett almost right after earning my job, and we'd become friends instantly. This was what I was meant to do with my life.
After setting the clipboard down, I decided to go for a walk around the grounds, get a feel for Warped Tour. I nervously made my through the sea of teenagers, feeling awkward and out of place. I looked up to see a girl wearing shirt that said Become What You Hate.
Midtown. Gabe's Midtown. Gabriel Saporta. The one and only. I had bought tickets ages ago to go and see them live, but didn't have the nerve. I didn't have the guts to show up in a crowd of a thousand people to see my ex of 6 years perform. How lame is that?
I had been on exactly 4 dates since highschool. 4. Two of them had been decent, actually really great guys. 
I still couldn't help myself but to think of Gabe, and what he would've said when the waiter forgot to leave the meat off my salad. Or what Gabriel would have thought when I dropped out of college, the disappointment he would have felt. Or the pride, when I got my job at the label.
Now Gabe was in a band with none other than the entirety of my best friends at Rockwell. Cobra Starship. 
Between Midtown and Cobra Starship, I felt like I had a piece of Gabe no one else would understand. A little tidbit of information only I would understand. I felt that by listening to his voice in my iPod every single day of my life, that it would bring me closer to him. That the hole in my chest would be filled, as if by a miracle.
I walked lazily around in the hot sun, wondering what to do with all of the time on my hands. I flicked through the songs on my iPod, coming to my personal favorite of my best friends' latest album. I hummed along with One Day Robots Will Cry and found my way backstage again, safe from the UV rays baking my pasty skin off my body.
"You lost, punk?" Sisky asked in fake confusion as I walked by.
"Shut up," I muttered, grinning as I walked around the speaker, bumping straight into the last person I ever expected to see right then, right there, on that stage. I couldn't believe my eyes.

Gabe's POV
I laughed as Ryland poured his water bottle out on me, running between tour busses. It was like a secret maze, and you had to be pretty effing good to get out. I bumped into Vicky-T as I walked around a bus, then whispered, "shit, sorry, be quiet, I'm trying to lose Ryland."
"Okay, Gabe, sorry!" she yelled, grinning apologetically and shrugging.
"Bitch!" I yelled back as I ran away. I waited for a while, not knowing where Ryland was, before deciding to go back to the bus.
Fuck this heat.
I sighed as I sat down on the couch, watching tv absentmindedly. Suddenly my phone rang, and I jumped slightly at the sound.
"Hola, Gabriel," my mother answered sweetly, and I was actually glad to hear her voice.
"Oh, hey ma, hows it going?"
"I'm alright, we miss you. Would you by any chance have your social security card with you? I'm renewing insurance and they keep asking me for social security and I just don't understand why, I mean-" she started a long story, but I interruped, saving myself the headache.
"Yeah, ma, hold on, kay?" I dug into my pockets and flipped open my wallet, papers flying everywhere. I finally found the card, then read out the number to her.
"That it, then?" I asked.
"Yes, dear, thank you. Have fun. Be safe, and drink water!" she warned.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, got it mom."
"I love you, Gabriel."
"Love you mom," I rolled my eyes and hung up the phone, glancing down at the mass of papers that had fallen out of my wallet.
I began cleaning them up, most of it receipts and small notes I'd made myself. I noticed a stray square on the floor, neat handwriting splayed across the top. I picked it up and realized, my heart sinking, what it was. I flipped it over, and saw myself. Well, me almost 7 years ago. I got the nerve to flip the Polaroid back over, and read the writing.
Gabriel Saporta. The love of my life. My best friend. Future musician. Exceptional man. I love you.
My mind flipped back to that day, the promise she'd whispered in my ear the last time I'd ever seen her.
"I love you, never forget that," she'd said. Her letter. It has said so little. I remembered being angry that day, that she had left. Now I regret not getting my sorry ass up and looking for her.
I'd lost her. Lost her without even putting up a fight.
What a fucking dumbass.
I shook my head, and got up to head backstage.
I guess somethings never change.

i need some type of group therapy, something to teach me to stand up for myself. im so sick of being stepped on and just overall ignorant people, but because of my fear of confrontation i will be forever stuck in this rut.. it seems. 6 days at home, and i doubt i'll leave to go anywhere else (except maybe to see my colleen boo). I've had a headache for almost 20 some hours now, and its just starting to go away. I slept for about.. 15 of those hours haha, but its the only way i know how to handle a headache! otherwise im just awake and bitching about my headache. right now, im fixing myself up some more coffee and making my christmas list.

i've never been the leggings type of person, up till now. i've always owned them but never felt, well.. good enough to wear them. lately however they're all i want to wear! but i only really have 2 good pairs, so i need some variety! im also into this trend of studs on everthing. i wish i had some sort of bedazzler or whatever so i could just put studs on everything rather than buy things with them on it already, but have the price extremely jacked up. ahh well. enough of my wishlist.

oh, and how i could i forget? rather than new clothes i'll take either one of these, please! :)

SORRY I HAVEN'T POSTED IN SO LONG. ITS MAH BIRTHDAY TODAY. CHYEAHHHH

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William -

'BABE' I yelled out to Cass, the fall out boy tour bus was about to pull up any moment, and all the other bands were posed around their parking spot in battle pose.

Cass looked at me, and came running over. A giant smile on her face, I could tell it was these things that she really loved doing.
"Don't go to far away! I need to you protect me!" I winked at her, and she saluted me with an army pose.
"Yes sir," she replied. "I will make sure you survive this battle of epic proportions without any battle wounds, SIR"
she saluted again and walked off.
Things like that made me love her even more. She turned around and winked at me as she walked away, back to her Hey Monday gang. Ready for attack.

We had decided that it was better to stay in our band groups, so if one band went down, usually TAI, they would go down together. Paramore was prepared, because the band was made up mainly of dudes, and that fiery redheaded singer would never let her team down. Hey Monday was in the same position, with Cass the Queen of practical jokes, her once taking me hostage from TAI for the day. And keeping me locked in a cupboard.

Slowly, the FOB tour bus rounded the corner, and we all spread a little so the driver could get it into it's parking space. We immediatley made a ring around the bus, maign sure there was no possible means of escape. They had to leave sometime.



Patrick -

I was sitting next to our driver as we pulled up.
"YOU GUISE, COME HERE" I yelled into the back, and all the band and sarah came tumbling forward.
We stood wide eyed as we saw how prepared the other bands had come. The majority of them holding water guns, some no doubt filled with vinegar and wee. Some holding buckets, with massive sponges absorbed with water. Then, so of them hand different paints, glittlers and feathers.

As we pulled into the parking spot, all the bands made a ring around us. There were no means of escape.
"I guess we stay in here for the night then, they wont be able to stay out there forever" i said.

Andy slowly raised his hand.
"I may have an issue with that" he said.
"I have been needing to go twosies for a while now, and we can't do that on the bus"

We all sighed, this was going to be a battle.

I walked to the door of the bus, holding sarah protectivley as she laughed, I put my hand on the doorhandle.
"WAIT!" Pete yelled seeming to remember something. He ran off into the back of the bus, and came back with 5 waterguns.
"You just keep these hanging around then?" I asked as he tossed one to each of us, already filled.
"You never know when a weapon will coem in handy" he winked at me.

I put my hand back on the hand, and pushed down, allowing light to flood into the bus. Let the battle begin.

Hola my evil minions lol

Just thought i'd give ya all a little update. Im meeting with Bobby tomorrow to get the rest of my pictures, i'll post them asap i promise!

Nothing new with the band really, but we've decided we're gonna do a cover of Hey Monday's Homecoming written by William Beckett from The Academy Is... =) Im really excited i think it's gonna sound really great!! I also really wanna do Hot Mess by Cobra Starship! That song is like fire. lol

Im meeting with an Agent from LA next week. Im nervous as hell. lol Lets hope it all goes well and maybe i'll be living there soon! =)

Well i think thats about all for now. As my lover Conan O'brien would say "Keep cool my babies!" haha

Word to your father,

~Roxy

DOUBLE POST. GO BACK 3 SPACES.

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William -

Cass and I were in my bunk, you know, doing the usual couple thing...
HAVING A RUBIX CUBE WAR. I was winning, Cass just didn't seme to be a ble to get the hang of it. and Eventually gave up whilst I finished mine off, picking up her incomplete one to finish too.
Then my phone stared to ring. So i placed the unfinished cube down like it was my only child, and picked up the phone.

"Hello?" I answered
"Hey Will, it's Pete."
"Oh, hey Pete, what's up?" I replyed with Cassadee watching me.
"Fall Out Boy have decided we wanna crash your tour, I had too much fun at your show to miss out." he said.
"AWESOME. that's really cool. It'll be lotss of fun, with Paramore crashing already"
"Yeahhh, that's what we thought, but yeah, we should be there in a few hours, and we are bringing along another baben artist for butcher to relate too, I dont want an angsty artist on tour, last time that happened Hey Mondays van was painted Rocket Stripes, was it not?"
I laughed at the memory, and Cass frowned, remember the epic tour prank we got them with
"Yeah, I suppose not, might happen anyway, even if he isn't angsty" i said, winking at Cass, who groaned at the thought of having to clean off their van again.
"Well yeah" I heard him laughign on the otherside of the phone. "We will see you soon Will, and Cass" he added, It was seriously like all the memeber of FOB had some sort of telepathic powers.
"See you soon" I said, and we hung up.



Cassadee -

I was jumping with excitement about getting to play with Fall Out Boy, how cool.

I jumped off Wills bunk, and grabbed his hand, pullign him down with me, and we ran into the living area of the TAI bus, and will exclaimed
"FALL OUT BOY ARE JOINING THE TOUR" everyone cheered, and that seemed to be all the announcing needed, because everyone, I mean EVERYONE. was sitting in theliving area, even Elliot and Hayley.

I was surprised to see we all fit.

"I thinkkkk, that maybe we need a trip to Walmart" I said
"So that we can get some supplies for a 'Welcome To Tour' kindof present, if you get my jist" and everyone smiled evily. We all loved tour pranks. Will wrapped his arms around me.
"I think that that, is one of the best idea's we have had allll tour"

Butcher -

Will had told me that FOB were bringing along a chick named Sara, who was supposedly really into art, and had her own little studio in Chicago, that excited me. i haven't had anyone to do art wiht for AGES, and i mean, yeah, it's nice to do art on your own, and have your own thoughts, but nothing beats having paint wars, and discussing techniques, sharing ideas. I was excited.

And this upcoming trip to walmart meant that i could get some more painting supplys too. and I reckon I'm going to paint the new chick completely blue for the tour pranks. how exciting.

i hope FOB knew what was coming.

Pete -

We were lready on our was to LA from CHicago on our bus. It wouldn't take us that long to get there, a few hours at most, but I knew that this was long enough to let the bands organise some pranks for us.

"You realise we are going to get pranked so hard" Joe announced what everyone, but Sara, was thinking.
"You guys do welcome pranks?" Sara smiled, she seemed so innocent, so unprepared for it.

"YEAHHH" Patrick said, with his arms around her
"But I wouldn't be too excited about it, knowing these bands, they'll pick on the new kid. AKA. you. Sorry babe" he said kissing the top of my head.




Sara -

I honestly couldn't care less if i was pranked hard or not. I had four brothers, i gre up with it. I was so ready.
"Oh, i don't care, I have four brothers, i know what it's like" I said
"Just keep your eyes peeled for a short heavily tattooed kid" patrick warned. Knowing that the butcher would be after me.

This was goin got be a fun tour...

I feel like I may be becoming an insomniac, hey, good news for you I guess. I will write more often, but shit as for me, because it's exam week.
Sorry for any typos I make. I do proff read, but it slips by unnoticed.
Claire

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Mike -

I woke up to screaming. Immediatley jumping out of bed to investigate.
Turns out it was just Cass and Will messing around. FUCK THEM
"You guys suck" was all I could say. I had the worst hangover imaginable. I have no idea what happened last night. No idea. But i had a feeling it was fun, and I vagely remember kissing Cass in a game of truth or dare. I think so.

I groaned and collapsed onto the couch in the main lounge area. I saw Cassadee getting up in the corner of my eye, and making her way to the kitchen. Getting a giant jug out, and brewing enough coffee to serve to a whole refugee camp. Never had I loved a woman more than I loved Cass right now. I slip slowly off the couch, and army crawled to Cass' legs. Hugging them and refusing to let go unti lcofffe was ready.

I heard laughing and saw the rest of the bus watching. You know what? I dont even care. I just wanted coffee
"I NEED COFFEE" I yelled in defence.

William -

After our wonderful awakening, of not just Cass, but indeed the entire bus because of the squealing. Cass left to get dressed whilst I continued to snooze. Falling back to sleep very quickly. I even heard distant laughing in the kitchen, I was so far into my own world.

Cassadee -

"Where William?" I asked, once I had served everyone their coffees.
"Asleep again in his bunk" Adam winked at me. We both knew this meant revenge.
I sat ontop of Adam.
"What should I do?" I whispered. He shrugged at me. And I got up.
Headed to the freezer, discovering Icecubes. Filling up the now empty jug with water and ice.

Revenge is best served cold. And it's a bitch

I walked over to William, who was facing out the bunk, balancing the jug in my hands above his head, and I gained an audience around me, all wantign to see the awakening of WIlliam Beckett.



William -

I could sense someones presence, and it didn't seem good. I know they'd all be out for revenge.
I opened one eye to see Cass holding a jug of frezzing water above me. I moved fast, tackling her to the ground from my bunk, and cold water went of both of us.
"WILLLLLLL" she screamed, and I hugged her, to try and keep warm. Everyone was laughing, but atleast it was at us both, and not just me. Cass and I joined in the laughter.

I got up, and pulled her with me to the bathroom, so that we could dry off.

Once in there, I locked the door and pushed her up against the wall, Kissing her passionatley...

Part One:

"So, I don't understand" William said with a confused look on his face. "You don't even know her name but you think it could be love?"

"I don't know how to explain it to you so that you could understand. But I have never been more comfortable with someone in only five minutes. She was beautiful, smart, and funny, she really had it all!"

"Okay, but you don't know her name. Doesn't that say something to you?" Andy sighed and jumped down from the stage. William stayed sitting there twisting the cap to his water bottle back on, with his long legs dangling over the edge.

"She was so different Bill. I need to find her. She works here. That's how I met her. She was showing me where to set up my drums. We connected. I need to find her! I'm going to ask Tony if he can find out who she was." Andy picked up his scooter and rode out of the room, leaving Will on the stage shaking his head with a half grin on his face. He could never understand Andy's obsession with scooters and how he could keep a straight face while wheeling that thing around.

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"Oh my goodness, he sounds like a dream. But do you really think he was sincere or just hoping to score, like a lot of the musicians you seem to pick up lately?"

"I don't know for sure. But hopefully I will see him after the show tonight and we can see where it will go from there." "Hopefully" Carolyn thought again to herself as she thought about the gorgeous man she had met this morning. His bright eyes, charming smile, and his sexy tattoo on his chest that was peaking out of his white v-neck shirt. Most importantly she couldn't help but to remember his very distinct smell that filled the air around her even five hours after meeting Andy.  She had never been so attracted to a man before. She was determined to see him again.

"Carolyn? Are you okay?" Snapping back to reality, Carolyn realised she had dazed off and may as well been drooling. She looked to her friend, her checks on fire from embarrassment and said,

"Yeah, I'm okay. I just can't shake him from my thoughts." Just then an alarm went off and the two girls jumped into the air, Startled. Soon Jim, Carolyn's boss came in saying there was a fire and that everyone needs to evacuate the building.  They grabbed each other's hands and headed for the nearest exit. As they exited the building and entered the parking lot Carolyn looked back and saw smoke rising out of the building. She could hear sirens in the distance but was afraid they wouldn't come in time. She started to feel weak in the knees as she thought to herself "My father's legacy. All his hard work and dreams were put into that building. He would never forgive me if I let it..." Her thoughts were so overwhelming. She felt like she was being pulled under something. What, she didn't know. She let the cold push her down and then everything went black.  

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She awoke to hear a strange noise. It sounded like a man trying to sing in a very high pitch that he couldn't reach very well. As the noise became more clear she realized that was exactly what she was hearing. She tried to open her eyes but they felt as heavy as sandbags so she let them stay closed and listened. She heard a very sad version of "some people want it all" By Alicia Keys and couldn't help but smile. A sharp pain shot through her jaw causing her to grimace. Finally her eyes opened and the singing had stopped.

"I hope you weren't frowning because of me?" Andy laughed as she realized he was sitting on the ground with her head resting on his legs. She tried to smile again but the pain came back. "Okay, sorry. I won't make you laugh. I understand." She tried to sit up but her head started to spin and Andy urged her to lie back down.

"wh..." Her voiced cracked a bit and she had to clear her throat. Trying again she said, "What happened?" Andy looked down to her and smiled warmly and said,

"A wire from Sisky's guitar sparked and caught on fire. The fire men have taken care of it and there is no serious damage. No one got hurt. Well, except you. I saw you start to sway but I wasn't fast enough. You fell face first into the ground. I don't think you broke anything though. How are you feeling?"

"I feel fine, just a little pain in my jaw." She was starting to turn pink in the cheeks finally realizing what was happening. A sudden surge of excitement ran through her as she realized who she was talking to. This was not how she planned on talking with Andy again.

(I hope you enjoy this. Give me some feedback if you wish! Thanks for reading!)

-RebeccaCK

So, I have spent my weekend sick in bed. How lame. I was meant to go see ASM on sunday with mah beb Hailey. But that failed.
So, it's exam week, and i have a legal exam, but yet I am here writing this. Because pfft, who studies for legal? isnt it common sense. No, its not. But i dont care. I'm dropping it anyway. Sorry I didnt post for 2 days. I won't slip into a slack habit. Here it is yah bebs.
Claire.

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Cassadee -

Woah, today's show was just full of drama. Hayley getting violated. I wanted to see if she was alright. But she was in Elliots bunk with him. I didn't want to interupt anything.
All the Hey Monday guys, minus Elliot, had gone out drinking/stripclubbing. And as much as I love seeing chicks prance around in their underwear, I decided to give it a miss.
"I wonder if William stayed behind" I murmered to myself. But why would he? Didn't he initiate the idea? Yah, I'm pree sure that he did.
I was gonna go check anyway.

I stumbled quietly off our bus, as not to wake Hayley and Elliot. I made my way towards the TAI bus and knocked on the door.
I knocked again when I didnt get an answer, sometimes you just could hear the knock. I then heard someone moving inside the bus.
The door opened and there stood Will.
"Hey" I smiled
"Hi" He grinned back, grabbing my hand and pullign me onto the empty bus.
"I thought you were going stripclubbign with the guys" I said
"Awh dude. I wouldn't wanna see any chick in her underwear unless it was you" he claimed. I laughed, but it made me feel all wamr and tingly inside.

He sat down on the couch, and I went to make myself a drink in their kitchen.
"Do you want anything Will?" I called out.
"You" I heard behind me. I turned around to see him only a few inches away from me.
He moved forward, placing both his hands on the bench surface behind me. Pressing his stomach up against mine, and leaning slowly in.
I moved my face up to look at him, and our noses brushed. Then our lips. I felt tingles up my spin as he slipped his tounge into my mouth.
It felt so familiar to me. My bestfriend.

William suddenly grabbed my by the waist, and lifted me up bridal style. I laughed, and he smiled at me.
He carried me over to the lounge area, and lay me down on the couch, climbing ontop of me. We began to make out. Intensly.

William -

I was lying ontop of Cassadee. And we were making out. God it was good.
I suddenly started feeling very hormonal, damn my male genes.

She was laughing beneath me, because she could feel it too. I laughed with her.
I slid my hand up the back of her shirt. Picking up where we last left off, and she surprised me, and put her hands between my legs.
She knew exactly what I wanted. She truely was my best friend.

We continued on like this and then we rolled onto the floor. She laughed.
"Why must you always have me on the floor Mr. Beckett?"
I kissed her, and moaned into her mouth as she put her hand back between my legs. I had my hands under her shirt, with my hands on her chest. I kissed her neck makign me way down her chest. It was then we heard keys in the door, and srunken laughing.
"oh shet" i laughed, pulling her up, and into the buses bathroom.
We both sat on the fllor in there giggling.

"Okay, you go out first, and say hi to everybody, then Ill be out in a mintue, that way it doesn;t look like we're doing anythign fishy" i said
"okay cool, plan of attack" she winked. walking out of the bathroom, and greeting the drunk crowd.

I walked out a few minutes later. Walking into the lounge. where loud music was now playing. and all the dudes where drunkenly dancing.
Mike with some hoe he bought back.

Cassadee -

Oh gosh, these guys were oof their faces! I still joined in with the dancing, and Will soon found me and joined me. Everybody was so drunk, they wouldn't have noticed if Will and I were together or not, and it's not like we were hiding it. Everybody knew.

Soon enough, Will and I were grinding up against eachother in the middles of the floor. Then the music cut.



Adam -

Whoa, was I drunk. It was fun, whatever.
I cut the  music, and yelled
"WE ARE ALL PLAYING TRUTH OR DARE. THE END"
Everyone laughed. and we cleared as much space in the middle of the bus as possible and made a circle. I collected an empty bottle of whatever I was drinking. and put it in the middle.
Mikes drunk hoe 'laura' or something, puick up the bottle and spun it. Suprisingly it landed in Cass, It always landed on Cass.
"WOOOOO, Girl on girl action" the buthcer laughed. Cass Sighed, and leaned into kiss this drunk girl.
"Whoa, you taste like vodka" Cass stated, whilst both of the laughed.

This game continued way into the night. With so many people making out. Best idea I have ever had...

THE NEXT DAY

William -

I woke up and Cass was in my bunk with me, she must not have gone back to her bus last night.
I decided I would like to wake her up in an evil way, So i slowly put my hands on her ribs. AND TICKLED.


Cassadee - 

I woke up to William tickling me. I squealed, and then yelled
"GET OFF ME YOU DICK!" whilst laughing.

The curtain was pulled open, and I saw a probably still drunk Mike looking in at us. With sterly eyes.
"You guys suck" he said.

Today was gonna be fun messing with them all...