Ok so this is my brand new fic :D
I'm actually really proud of this cause I have this one all planned out.
Anyway, please review if you liked it!
"Where's Jason?" Nate sounded irritated.
I shrugged, "Dunno, he said he'd be here though."
"We've been waiting for almost an hour, call him again" Nate demanded.
Jason was always the one to be late to practice, but never this late. I was hoping he would come through the door any minute with some lame excuse and Nate wouldn't lecture him later. Ever since Jason had began hitting the 'young rockstar scene' Nate couldn't stand him.
"You're becoming typical!" Nate would say to Jason.
"Shut up Nate, it's not like I'm actually doing anything bad I'm just going out with some friends" Jason would retort, blocking us out of his life like usual.
"Jase, Nate" I would try but they wouldn't listen, "Come on guys, let's not fight".
"Stay out of this Shane" Nate would snap.
"Yeah Shane stay out, in fact why don't you do the same Nate" Jason would yell, "It's my life! Christ guys you're not my parents, my brothers, you guys are my band mates and that's all".
It would always hurt whenever he would tell us how little he thinks of us because I felt like Nate and Jason were both the brothers I never had. Jason especially was like an older brother, I used to be able to go to him for advice on anything. Apparently we weren't good enough for big shot Jason.
"Well, did he answer?" Nate asked as he sat down on the edge of the stage.
We had a concert in 2 hours and this was our practice time. Jason would never bail on a concert.
"Oh" I said as I quickly took out my phone and pressed speed dial number 4.
Ring.
Ring.
Ring.
Ring.
"Hey you've reached Jason, leave me a message" his answering machine said.
"Hey Jase, it's Shane. Dude we have practice right now, call me back ok, bye" I said and then shut my phone.
"Great! We are going to have an arena filled with screaming teenage girls and no guitarist" Nate fumed as he walked off to grab a water bottle.
I bit my lip, even if Jason got here it seemed like Nate was in no mood to play tonight. But suddenly he came back and grabbed his guitar.
"Shane, we're practicing. Right now, I don't care about Jason we have to be prepared. He can look like an idiot tonight on stage but not us" Nate demanded and right away began playing a song.
It just didn't sound right without Jason but I took a deep breath and started singing. A few verses in the doors suddenly flew open.
"I'm here" Jason announced as he walked up the few steps to the stage.
"An hour late!" Nate stated.
Jason looked at his watch, "54 minutes, Nate".
"Guys please can we just practice now and argue later?" I tried to prolong the fight I knew was coming.
"Whatever" Nate said and we began the song over again.
-Jason POV-
The concert went over better than expected, of course. Nate worries too much, I'm fine. Thank god for Shane being the little peace maker between us though or I'm sure Nate would have been out of here a long time ago. Trying my best to avoid Nate I attempted to sneak away after the concert but Shane caught me.
"Hey, Jason" he said, "About earlier today, I'm not mad at you it's just you need to be more responsible".
"Yeah, Shane" I mumbled not really listening to my younger band mate.
"Nate's pretty mad though, I would try to stay away from him for now if I were you" he advised and I nodded.
"Thanks" I said with a smile before turning and scurrying towards the bus before Nate could get me.
"Alright guys" I said as I shimmied past our drummer, keyboardist, bassist, and back up guitar player, "I'm gonna go to sleep I'm really tired, see you guys in the morning."
"Night, Jase" our bassist called after me as I hurried to my bunk.
I climbed up onto it and pulled the curtain closed before turning on the small TV. Around 15 minutes later I could feel the bus start to move and it nearly jerked me out of my bunk.
"Jesus!" I yelled as I almost fell but that was a bad idea.
"Jason!" Nate said and I peeked from behind the curtain to see him coming down the hallway towards the small area where all our bunks were.
I closed it quickly but then Nate nearly threw it open.
"Not cool! One hour late to practice, keeping Shane and me waiting, you've become such a flake!" Nate yelled.
"Hey I showed up didn't I?!" I defended myself.
"If you're not going to show up on time then don't show up at all!" he said before storming back towards the mini living room area.
I was silent, not showing up at all worked too.
By the morning we were in Arizona, yesterday we were in Los Angeles by the way, and had another concert tonight. Luckily we were getting a break tomorrow night and then driving to Colorado for another concert.
"Wake up boys!" our manager said as he pulled the curtains open on all the bunks, "It's time for a meet and greet, get out there and earn your living!"
"Shut up" I heard Shane mumbled from his bunk next to mine.
He was much more pleasant during the day.
"Oh and Mitchie called, Shane, several times" our manager said as he flipped open his phone.
Right away Shane was out of his bunk and searching for his phone.
"What did she say?" he asked, frantically almost.
"Perhaps it's better if you hear it from her" our manager said before answering his phone, "Australia? What? No No we're in Arizona!"
He walked off to deal with a new situation while Shane searched for his phone.
"Guys! Where's my phone?!" he asked and I heard Nate move in his bunk.
"Shane" I said and pointed towards his bunk. His flip phone was at the end of his mattress, close to falling off.
"Thanks man" he said before nearly running into the other room to call his long time girlfriend Mitchie. They met while Shane was at camp 3 years ago and now they're inseparable. It's crazy he could even go on tour without her.
Nate got up and didn't even look at me as he left the room also. I sighed and turned onto my back to stare at the ceiling before peeking out from in between the blinds to see the clear blue Arizona sky.
I rolled over and jumped from my bunk landing on my feet. Just to prove to Nate that I could be responsible I would be at practice on time today. In fact I would be golden today! Perfect, even! Before doing anything else I checked my own phone. Apparently Mitchie had even called me even though she didn't like me all that much.
But it's cool, I don't like her all that much either.
Other than Mitchie I had two missed calls, both from my friend Sasha. I listened to his voicemail and apparently he was coming out to Phoenix for us hang out after the concert.
Nate had beaten both me and Shane to the shower, we had only one, and so Shane and I waited patiently in the living room. There was a good 10 minutes of silence. I watched Shane switch from chewing on his bottom lip to biting his nails with a frantic look on his face.
"So, what did Mitchie want?" I asked.
"I don't know, she didn't answer her phone" he seemed nervous.
"What do you think it was?" I asked calmly.
"Oh, I don't know it could be a lot of things" He mumbled, Shane always mumbled when he was lying.
"She called me" I mentioned, perhaps to add urgency and maybe pressure him into telling me.
"Did she say anything to you??" he asked.
"Hmm nope" I said, so much for that plan.
"Oh, Ok" he took a few deep breaths before looking at me with his large chocolate brown eyes, "Do you mind if I…shower first?"
He looked so god damn adorable, like a little kid or maybe a puppy. But I went last yesterday.
"Nope!" I announced as I pushed past Nate to get into the bathroom.
"Jerk" Nate muttered.
I didn't reply to his comment to show that I was being much more mature than he was being. Well, at least I didn't reply out loud.
-Nate POV-
I dressed in a dark blue button up shirt and dark jeans. Shane was still waiting for the shower once I got back and I sat down next to him.
"Hey, is Mitchie ok?" I asked.
"Don't know yet" he sighed, "She didn't answer her phone."
"I'm sorry, man, I'm sure she's fine" I tried to make him feel better since he was looking so down.
"Thanks" he smiled weakly.
10 minutes later Jason walked past us, he didn't even look at me, and returned fully dressed in a white short sleeve shirt and black vest with skinny jeans and slip on vans. By the time he came back Shane was already in the shower.
He looked so sullen today; it was kind of downing the vibe of the bus. Like every time I would yell with him, I would of course feel bad about it later. Perhaps I should apologize to him, but whenever I do apologize he just doesn't get the message I'm sending.
The band should come first.
"Jason" I called after him as he walked past me, my conscious getting the best of me, "Can I talk to you?"
"Yeah, man in a few k?" he asked as he walked towards the exit.
"Sure" I said and he smiled before walking outside.
He seemed friendlier than normal today, maybe he was coming around. Usually he was a complete ass in the morning. I crept towards the small living room and peeked through the blinds to see what he could be doing.
What I saw changed my mind right away. He was leaning against the side of the bus with a cigarette hanging from his bottom lip while he was texting on his phone. He had been lying to us! For almost a month he had told Shane and me he had stopped.
And there he was, smoking. Polluting the air. Polluting his own body. God, that guy's an idiot.
-Jason POV-
I found Sasha's number and decided to call him back to let him know tomorrow would be better. I'm sure he wouldn't mind, his cousin or something lived out here he could go crash with him. I left him a voicemail, he was not successful in answering his phone, and slid my phone back into my pocket.
It was scaring me that Nate wanted to talk, what could he possibly want? Had I done something wrong? We've barely been awake for an hour and apparently I've already screwed up. I dropped the cigarette onto the ground and killed it with the bottom of my shoe before walking back inside the bus.
"You smell horrible" Nate said from where he was sitting on the couch.
"Why thank you, Nathan, same to you" I snapped before I could have restrained myself.
Three mistakes in 7 words, I know it's amazing how good I am.
Mistake Number One: Nate hates it when I'm sarcastic
Mistake Number Two: Nate hates being called by his full name
Mistake Number Three: Nate takes great pride in always looking presentable, so insulting him in that specific area just made it a lot worse
"Jason you-" Nate started but then Shane walked into the room.
He was clad in jeans and a simple v neck black t-shirt, a towel around his neck.
"Guys, please." He said, Shane almost sounded desperate to stop us from arguing.
"Yeah, Nate." I said before beginning to look through the cabinet in the mini kitchen right next to the living room, "Do we have any food around here?"
"You can't make it seem like I'm just being an ass by always calling you out on everything, Jase" Nate defended himself but I just ignored him.
"Hey, Michael! Are we anywhere near an Ihop or something?" I called out to our manager.
He didn't respond, probably on a phone call judging by the frequent yelling we were hearing from the back of the bus, and I shrugged.
"Jason!" Nate tried to grab my attention again.
"What is it, Nate?! What's your deal?!" I suddenly snapped at him.
He seemed taken back for a moment, "My deal is you! You lied to us! You're never here for the band! We've had to postpone a concert cause of you!"
"Oh come on, Nate! I was 10 minutes late to a concert I don't think those girls noticed" I nearly yelled.
"Guys-" Shane started but Nate shot him a look.
"Not now, Shane" Nate said.
"Oh so now you're going to tell Shane what to do too? Isn't controlling my life enough for you, huh?" I yelled.
"Me? Controlling your life? Please! If I was controlling your life you wouldn't be such an irresponsible, immature son of a-" Nate was cut off.
"Nate!" Shane yelled and we both looked at him.
Poor Shane looked on the verge of tears yet still extremely angry, "I'm tired of you guys always fighting! Jason, just admit it. Nate is right; you need to focus on the band. But Nate, Jason is an adult and if this is what he wants to do he can do it, but on his own time".
"I don't need to admit anything! Especially not that Nate is right! He's just a control-freak! He does it to you too Shane!" I tried to convince the 18 year old singer to side with me.
"Control freak?! I wouldn't have to be a control freak if you would just start acting your age! You're not a kid and you're not a regular guy, no matter how many times we may say to the camera that we're just normal guys we're not. You can't just go out whenever you want because you have a job!" Nate yelled at me.
"Job?! This isn't just a job! This is taking over my life! Everything is about the stupid band! I'm tired of this! We just got off tour and a month later we start again!" I spat.
"But this is what you chose! So don't complain!" Nate stated, "And if you're so tired of this then why don't you just quit the band?!"
"Maybe I will!" I yelled back and Shane literally stepped in between us.
"Jason! Nate! Stop it!" Shane said, "You guys are out of control, both of you obviously and I'm tired of playing peace maker all the time!"
"Then why don't you leave, Shane?!" I yelled and then there was silence.
Nate stared at me, the anger had washed away from his face and he just looked shocked. Shane glanced at me before turning and walking back towards our bunks.
"Now look what you did" Nate said to me before hurrying after Shane.
"Whatever, I'm leaving" I said.
"Good! Don't come back!" Nate yelled after me as I walked out of the bus.
I lit another cigarette before starting to walk towards a nearby gas station, maybe I could get some breakfast over there.