Well hello there. I'm sure you're wondering what the hell is going on and I'm here to tell you. My name is Stephen Gomez and I know what you don't know.
I know why Britta is screaming. I know why Blake woke up Sierra. And I also know who my brothers girlfriend wants…and here's a hint…it's not my brother.
If you're wondering how I know all this, well it's because I'm a listener. Sure, I talk a lot, but I listen to everything. If you've got a secret, I most likely know it. I'm in the center of all this drama and I'm here to sort it all out for you. So, it all starts here…
At the beginning of the tour I knew there was going to be issues, but I ignored it. It was going to be a kickass tour with all my friends, what I thought was that the drama would come and go. I never anticipated all of this shit. Well, I'll let Sierra take over from here but I'll be back soon.
Sierra's POV-
I couldn't believe what I had walked into. Britta and Kennedy stood outside the bus; Kennedy pinned up against the side of the bus with his arms up in the air and Britta, screaming, with tears rolling down her face. As soon as she saw me, the tears dried almost instantly. She wasn't crying because she was upset, she was crying because she was pissed.
"You!" she seethed as stepped towards me with her finger pointed straight at my face. I was very thankful Britta wasn't a strong supporter of guns, at that moment.
"Me?" I replied, "what did I do?"
"I knew you were a boyfriend stealer, but MY boyfriend? You choose to steal MY boyfriend?"
"What?" I exclaimed, "Britta I'm not trying…"
"Oh don't even try Sierra," she rolled her eyes, "John told me everything."
"John?" I replied, not having a clue what she was talking about.
"Yes sierra, John. He told me how you've been flirting with my boyfriend since the tour fucking started. And this morning…the texts you sent him. What the hell Sierra."
"Britta, she was…"
Britta spun around on her heels and stared Kennedy down, "you don't get to speak," she snarled. He retracted back to the bus and shut his eyes. He let out a sigh and looked up at me with a helpless expression.
"Britta, I'm telling you, there's nothing going on between me and Kennedy. I promise."
"Whatever Sierra, just don't talk to me. And stay the hell away from my boyfriend."
Britta walked back towards the bus and John climbed down the steps. I looked up into his eyes and he shot me a cold glare. Was he serious?
"John, what the hell is going on?"
"Why don't you tell me Sierra?" he shortly replied and put on his sunglasses.
"You know there's nothing going on between Kennedy and me, why would you tell Britta that?"
"Well it sure looked like there was this morning, when you were cuddling on the couch…"
"Cuddling?"
"John, we were not cuddling!" Kennedy exclaimed in our defense.
"We hugged," I yelled, "friends are allowed to hug." I reached over and grabbed Blake and wrapped him into a hug. "See, I'm hugging Blake and there's nothing going on between us."
"You can hug whoever you want, Sierra. Just keep your boyfriend stealing hands off Kennedy. Britta grabbed the tail of Kennedy's shirt, as if marking her territory.
"Why do you keep calling her a boyfriend stealer?" Garrett asked, stepping out behind the bus, his phone in hand.
"You really don't want me to answer that," Britta replied, shooting cold eyes at me.
"Well there's something you really don't want me to say right now too, Britta."
She rolled her eyes, "I'm sure you do."
I'll pause right here, hey hi, it's Stephen again. See what I told you. There's a shit ton of drama on this tour. But you have no idea what's about to come. Half of what's going on hasn't even floated to the surface yet. Like Garrett's got a secret of his own? And one secret is big enough to tear apart an entire band. Which band? Who's secret? Don't worry you'll find out soon, but for now I'll leave you guessing.
Lacey's POV-
I sat on The Summer Set's bus and scrolled through the songs on my ipod as John attempted to nap. I lightly rubbed his back with my left hand and cradled my phone and ipod in my right. I still hadn't received the text back that I wanted, but I could wait. If John knew what was going on…I don't know what I'd do. We'd been together since we were 12, 7 years later, we're still together. But lately someone else had been catching my eye. I couldn't help it.
Soon I heard a soft knock on the door and got up of the bed. John had finally dozed off so I quietly crept to the door and pulled it open. Jess stood before me and I smiled. "John's sleeping," I whispered as I shut the door.
We took a seat in the main room and she rested her head in her hands. "What am I going to do?"
"What's wrong babe?"
"Everything," she replied. "Everyone's fighting. They're all screaming at each other. And Stephen…"
"What about him?"
"I think he likes someone…"
"Yeah, you!" I laughed. I lay a hand on her shoulder, "Jess you know you guys are made for each other. Everyone's said that since like forever!"
"I think he likes Sierra…" she finally choked up.
Well well welll, It's Stephen again. And I'm not going to tell you whether what Jess thinks is true or not. But what I will tell you, is that some relationships are about to crumble, and some mistakes are about to be made.
Sierra's POV-
I stood outside the bus not believing what was going on. Britta thought I was trying to steal her boyfriend. And the guy that wanted me was the one telling her I did. The guy I was in love with was basically clueless, and on top of all of it, I was about to reveal a secret that could move mountains.
"Alright Sierra, let's hear what you have to say? What's this dirt you have on me?"
"I s…"
"Sierra!" Garrett coughed, he sliced his hand over his throat. I stopped talking and looked back over at Britta.
"It's not important," I quietly replied.
"That's great!" Britta shook her head.
Soon I heard footsteps behind me and I turned. Lacey and Jess were entering the group and I sighed. Hopefully they'd have my back. I'd known them forever and Jess was one of my closest friends.
"What is going on over here?" Lacey demanded. She always knew how to take control of a situation.
I looked over at Garrett and wished he could make it all stop. He could just tell everyone what we saw last night and it would be over. Britta could have Halvo and I could have Garrett. Actually I didn't care about Britta having Halvo, I just wanted Garrett. I saw him smile in my direction and my heart warmed. But I soon realized his eyes weren't on me.
Hey guys! Stephen again. Sorry to cut you off here, but I can't just tell you EVERYTHING in one shot. Shit's about to hit the fan. Well maybe…who knows on this tour.
