A/N: Badly written and I'm sorry, it will get better I promise

I cannot believe I have to open for those wankers! God they are such arseholes! I need some liquor.

"Danny! Come on! It's time for our rehersal!"

"Coming Ben!"

That was Ben Bruce, one of my mates in my band. I'm Danny Worsnop and I'm the lead singer of Asking Alexandria. I hate touring and I especially hate opening for bands that are arses. Fucking Black Veil Brides and their no talent singer Andy Biersack.

"Danny! Get your arse in here and start rehersal!"

"God Cam! I'm fucking coming!"

God can they not wait five fucking seconds? I haven't even had my liquor yet. Oh well. I walk into the building that has our equipment. I honestly do not know which fucking building it is. In fact, I have no clue what city I'm in, what setlist I'm playing tomorrow, or even what fucking day it is. I think it's a Friday. Oh SHIT! I have to go do an interview later. Oh well, it's practice time.

"Danny! Pay attention. Stop daydreaming about sex."

"Shut up. What song we playin?"

"Final Episode."

My favourite. I honestly love this song. It's hardcore, earblasting screams for the most part and my voice drives the girls fucking crazy when I sing. I hear the first part of the music coming from behind me, just blasting into my head. I really love performing and meeting fans. What I hate, though, is touring with arseholes. God I really fucking hate Andy.

"Danny are you gonna start or what?" yelled James.

"Oh right."

I start to sing the songs as they are played, not actually paying attention to them. I participate for a few hours and then I go do my interview. It's a Bryan Stars interview.

"Hey what's up you guys? I'm here with Asking Alexandria! Can I have you guys introduce yourselves?"

"Hey I'm James and I play drums."

"Hey I'm Danny and I sing."

"So tell me a little bit about touring. What is it like?"

"It sucks. See it is not what everyone expects. When your a small time band, you know everything. Right now, I have no clue where the fuck I am."

"Oh I see. Next question from a fan of my show: How do you guys deal with morning wood?"

"We just smack it away. Sometimes we even fucking help each other," James said.

"Really? So you guys just aren't even fazed huh? A question from youtuber124: what is the weirdest thing you got asked by a fan?"

"I swear this is true, one guy asked if I would carve my name into his neck. No joke," I said.

"And how did you react Danny?"

"I said 'Fuck no you need mental help!' What'd you think I said? Yeah?"

"That is kinda fucked up. What happened after?"

"It was really fucking weird. He had like all over his fucking body place where other artists carved their names into him. I was just kinda thinking 'What the fuck is wrong with him?'" I chose to leave out that Andy had carved his name into the guy's neck. This went on for about an hour or two, I don't remember how long it was. After James and I walked back to our tour bus.

"Hey Danny! You're on this tour too?"

Oh god if you fucking exist, kill me now.

"Andy."

"What's up? Are you the openers?"

"Yes."

"Are you okay?"

Is this tosser actually asking me if I'm okay? What the fuck world have I entered?

"Are you seriously asking me that? Why do you care?"

"I said I was sorry Danny. I really regret doing that to you."

"Fuck you." And with that I climbed inside my bus, practically ran to my bunk, and cried. God damn that arsehole. He really expects me to just run into his fucking arms. What happened between us? Well we were at a party, back when he was my best friend, and he got me drunk, had sex with me and posted the fucking pictures on the fucking internet! He claims he was drunk and he wanted to show our love to the world. I was so pissed. I still am! How dare he rape me! What the fuck does he mean by our love? Whatever.

"Danny. Please talk to me."

He followed me on the goddamn bus. What the fuck?

"What the fuck?"

"Danny, I just wanna talk please?"

"Fine. Talk."

"I didn't mean to post those pictures. I was drunk and I didn't know what I was doing. Please forgive me?"

God he looks so damn adorable when he's begging. Wait WHAT? Why am I thinking of him like that? I must be drunk. Well I mean I did have a few beers with James during the interview. No. I can't think of him like that, I'm STRAIGHT! Aren't I?

"Danny?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah I forgive you. Come 'ere arsehole."

Then we hugged and got to catching up.

"Woah it's late. I better go. Text me later?"

"Yeah sure mate."

To be funny, the minute he walked off the bus I texted "2 early 2 txt u?"

"Danny Worsnop! Fancy txting u here!"

"ur ridic im hope u no tht"

"yea ik its y u luv me ;)"

"who said i luv u?"

"i did"

"srry mate but no"

"aw i waz hoping u luved me"

The fuck?

"y?"

"cuz i luv u"

"what?"

"jk Danny"

I am so fucking confused. Wait am I disappointed?

"Danny?"

"yea Andy?"

"k ur still there."

"i gotta go. tired as shit nite Andy"

"k nite Danny."

I lay down in my bunk and listen to one of my best mates, Oli Sykes. His band is Bring Me The Horizon and he actually grew up where I did. He's a bit older than me though. He's a good mate. He became my best mate when I was fighting with Andy. It's veen a while since we talked though. I think I'll ring him on his mobile later. Before sleep takes me, the last thing I hear is "Is there hope for us?"