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In Hannah's opinion, the best part of her job was all the free time she had. It had to be well into the afternoon by now, but she didn't have a show to perform today, so she really didn't have any urge to get out of her bunk. The boys were already up and playing video games from the sound of it, Hannah stared at the top of her bunk, she was worried about Kat. Zack had kind of hinted at her that something was wrong, but he didn't want to tell her what that was. It made Hannah wish that they were all just back in High School. Sure, things hadn't been amazing, but they'd been better.
Hannah and Kat had known each other since the seventh grade and been best friends since eighth grade. Taylor had been added to the equation in eighth grade and the trio had been inseparable ever since.
Hannah was always the singer, Kat had played bass in orchestra, but it was obvious that writing was where she excelled and Taylor, while it seemed like her head was always in the clouds, she was a phenomenal actress. Kat however, was the first to really make it big by publishing a book at age fifteen. Hannah, had been close to follow with a record deal in the works at sixteen. Although the two girls were doing so well at such a young age, neither had let things go to her head.
Going back to the good times still worried Hannah. Kat had been writing a lot and Kat always said she wrote best when she was in her darker frame of mind. Hannah never liked to see her friend like that, and she would've dragged Tay into an 'intervention' or something, but she didn't want to bother her friend while she was so busy with the wedding.
Sure, Kat had done things like this before and always pulled out of it fine, but this time just set something off in Hannah's gut and she didn't like it. Rubbing her eyes she ran a hand through her hair before sliding off her bunk and walking back into the lounge area. She'd been right, the boys were playing video games and surprisingly, Kat was there too looking rather pensive as she wrote in her notebook.
"Hey babe." Hannah said smirking and sitting down next to Kat and resting her head on her friend's shoulder. "Sup ho?" Was Kat's reply, in fact her friend sounded totally normal and almost... happy. "I feel lazyy." Hannah whined and Kat rolled her eyes. "Then do somethingg" She said grinning. Alex yelled at the TV, blaming it for his poor video game skills and came over pouting. Hannah and Kat rolled their eyes.
"What?" They chorused and he flopped down with his head in Kat's lap. They'd been getting close lately, but Alex had a girlfriend and Kat was careful to not overstep her boundaries. "I lost." He said, still pouting. Kat just laughed. "Stop being a baby about it and redeem yourself."
"That was me trying to redeem myself." He said, still pouting. Hannah snickered. "Aw poor baby, need me to kiss it better?" Kat said smirking and he nodded trying to look pitiful. A loud smack echoed throughout the room and Hannah burst out laughing as Alex put a hand to his cheek. "Fuck Kat, I didn't know you rolled like that." He said before getting over his bruised ego and grinning. "Look at that I'm so fly, white boy rhyming without even trying." Kat rolled her eyes and went back to whatever it was she was writing.
"Hey look, pile on Kat!" Zack yelled before laying barely avoiding Alex's face and sitting on the part of Kat's lap that wasn't occupied, also managing to sit on Hannah in the process. "Is this necessary Zachary?" She asked sarcastically, trying to move him, but he definitely outweighed her. "I mean come on, you couldn't at least put on a shirt?"
"Oh you know you like it Kat, just admit it." He said wiggling his eyebrows at her suggestively. "Uh huh, right." She said before moving him off of her enough to wiggle out and walk back towards her bunk. Zack followed her, he'd been trying to get her along for a moment so they could talk nearly all day, but she hadn't exactly made it easy for him, whether that was intentional or not, he didn't know. Her small frame hopped onto her top bunk and he rested her arms against it.
"Kat, can we talk?" He asked, looking at her cautiously. "Well, that's what we're doing right now isn't it?" She said, her tone not quite cool. "I just wanted to say..." He trailed off. He didn't know how to phrase it quite right.
"Boys, time to get your asses backstage!" Matt yelled, grabbing Zack by the arm as he walked by. "Talk later then?" Zack asked as he was being pulled away, but Kat had already closed her curtain.
Hannah and Kat kept their heads down as they walked through the crowds of people and forced themselves towards the center of the mess. Once they were in, they stood little chance of being recognized, but until then they were trying to stay out of sight as much as they possibly could. Neither had been to a concert like this in too long and had decided tonight was perfect. Taylor was at home with her fiance, so it was just the two of them for today.
Forever the Sickest Kids wrapped up and All Time Low came on, Kat and Hannah letting out their inner fan girl finally and screaming just as loudly as the other girls in the crowd. They sang at the top of their lungs and jumped just like everyone else and for awhile, they felt like normal twenty two year olds.
After the concert, the girls headed back to the bus, high off the adrenaline rush that had come with the concert. They got back on the bus and everyone was just sitting there, staring at Kat. Zack had finally caved and told the rest of the band and they couldn't believe it.
She stopped mid cheer when she saw her gun on the table. "Why do you have that?" She hissed making no move to grab it, but glaring at everyone in the room in turn. "Well?" She spat. "Someone better speak up!" She said, taking a step forward. Finally their blank expressions showed emotions, ranging from hurt to scared, all except Zack. His face was set.
"It's you isn't it?" She said coldly. "Well stay the fuck out of my life. I don't know what you're trying to do with this, but you're better staying out, understood?" She snapped picking up the gun and grabbing a bottle of vodka. Stalking off the bus, she twirled the gun around her finger. She couldn't believe they'd been going through her stuff, it was so damn rude and she shocked.
She didn't make it far before sitting down on the curb a few buses down and opening the bottle of vodka and putting it to her lips. She savored the burn and didn't even look at the person who'd followed her out. "Why'd you do it?" Was all she said.
"Because we care about you. We don't want you to do anything stupid." He replied, trying to take the gun out of her hand. She yanked her hand back and jumped up, putting the gun to her head, finger on the trigger.
"Yea, well my life is shitty. What if I don't want to live it anymore? You should just be happy with my decision. Besides, twenty bucks you wouldn't stop me if I pulled the trigger right now." She said, her finger tightening.
"No Kat, don't!" He yelled, his exclamation followed by the sound of a gun shot.