Note: so I'm going to be updating this story a bit more frequently now. I kind of got tired of writing all lovey dobby stuff so I wanted to make things a bit more exciting :D This chapter is based on Oli. You all know him as Chelsea's best friend, but that will all change. Comment any suggestions? K, enjoy ^.^

-Mikaela C:

Chapter 7:

"Ronnie?" Chelsea called out as she stepped into the Falling in Reverse bus. She stopped at the last step not wanting to take another step. It would disrespectful to just walk into a person's bus without permission, she thought. Her eyes scattered around, looking for her beloved lover.

Chelsea loved their tour bus, not that there was anything wrong with hers. But Ronnie's bus looks comfy, and made you feel right at home. From the minute you walked in you could spot two light brown leather sofas on the right and another one to the left, which is next to a 52" flat screen TV hung on the wall. On the far right was a one sided sofa booth that had a marble table in front of it. Dark brown wooden cupboards were placed on the left side. This lead to a normal sized fridge. Passing the fridge were six bunk beds, with each decorated differently with colored blankets and pillows. After the bunk beds lied a door that lead into a room. She remembered the first time she talked with Ronnie, it was when they won their first competition and they spent hours in there talking and talking all night. Chelsea smiled at the memory.

"I'm here" he yelled. She instantly rolled her eyes at his response, annoyed at his clarity. However she shook it off her and gathered a response.

"And where is that?" she yelled still looking around.

"Back room" he directed. She smiled; it had been a long time since she had been in there. However, curiosity struck her as she wondered why he was in there.

She walked past the couches, the fridge, and then the bunk bed; stopping at the door step of the room. Her jaw was wide open, and her eyes were full of shock, curiosity, and wonder. Like a kid in a candy store. He watched her as she stepped in and looked around. Her eyes scattered the entire area. She couldn't believe her eyes. Last time she was in there, there was no furniture or anything basically. He laughed at her facial expressions.

"My new room, you like?" he asked.

She hissed at his question, he quickly laughed at her response. Of course she didn't only like it, she loved it; she had never seem nothing like it. A room in a tour bus? Bunk beds were so boring, but this, this she found extremely cool. And now, the room had a flat screen TV hanging from the wall on the left side of the room, next to a tall black table that had a combination of beauty supplies and pieces of paper on it. Another leather sofa that looked exactly like the others had a fan, Ronnie always slept with a fan on, and cloths scattered on it. A princess sized bed that had brown covers and a red pillow took up the whole right side of the room. Along the walls, on the opposite side of the door, was a located coffee brown wooden cupboard. No words to explain her excitement.

"Beyond like" she responded to his question as she walked toward his bed and placed her hands on the soft covers, running her finger tips through the soft furry fabric delight. The kind of the delight that made you want to jump on the bed and make it messy. She smiled to herself, she wouldn't do that.

"I thought you would say that". She jolted as he spoke, realizing she was daydreaming. She shook it off her and took a seat on the bed. Figuring out what to say next, burrowing her eye brows as she tried to gather words that seemed to be familiar to the words she was going to say before but forgot. His smile suddenly faded and turned into a concerned boyfriend stare.

"What's wrong?" he asked, trying to read her mind as why she turned so confused. Chelsea started at the floor, hard, frustrated. After a couple of moments, she managed to say:

"I forgot what I was going to say." She blurted out, turning her attention back to him. Suddenly, a smile appeared on his face. Glad that it wasn't something worse. He walked towards the bed and sat next to Chels, her eyes following him.

"Well then think of something else, genius." He pouted at her as she playfully punched him and giggled cutely. She always got so frustrated when she forgot what she was going to say that it would cause her to worry so much. But not that he put it that way; it seemed like a better solution.

"Why did you even get this room?" she asked.

"Because I thought that now that we are dating" He moved closer to her, leaning towards her ears. "We could use some privacy" he whispered brushing her legs, making her nervous. She giggled and bit her lip, two things she did when she got nervous, also when a person whispered into her ear, it made her back tickle; a weird sensation spread through her. He softly grunted into her ear and bit the lobe playfully. With goose bumps rising on her skin, she pulled him away from her.

"You're such a tease!" She playfully punched him; trying to make the nerves he had given her not noticeable. He chuckled and pecked her lips in a small kiss, but didn't pull away from her face. He let his nose touch her and their eyes meet. Staring at one another. They closed their eyes, letting the moment be absorbed. Chelsea brushed her nose back and forth against his in an Eskimo Kiss. She could feel his smile. Everything she did made him smile, she was just full of cuteness and it was impossible to not smile.

"Ronnie?" She asked. He pulled away from her, with a smile still on his face and giving her all his attention. "Come with me".

"Where?" he asked, wondering where she wanted to go.

"To go get my nose pierced" she put big puppy dog eyes, trying to convince him to go with her In fact, she was scared. Needles scared her, plus she wanted a hand to hold and his seemed like the perfect fit. He laughed and got up from the bed, reaching his hand out to her. She smiled and took his hand, taking it as a yes.

Bring me the Horizon was on stage practicing their album for Warped Tour that was coming around the corner. Oli was holding onto the microphone tightly close to his mouth as he screamed. The drum solo came on but it sounded a bit weird.

"Wait, wait." He spoke onto the mic, making everyone stop playing and look at him intently. "Dan, make sure you hit the symbols loudly on that middle note" he directed at the drummer who nodded at him. They started to play from the start of the song running through it smoothly, this time the drummer did exactly what Oli said. When the song finished Oli told them that it was break time, and each of them raced off, except Jona that was fixing the stand and putting everything back in its place; Helping Oli fix the mics.

"Did you hear?" Jona asked.

"Hear what?" Oli responded, concentrated in fixing his own microphone stand.

"Ronnie and Chelsea are dating now." Jona stated, Oli turned his attention to his fellow band mate with confusion rising.

"Since when?" Oli asked, anger rising.

"About two days ago." Oli shook his head in disbelief.

"Nah, she would have told me." She tells him everything, how can she let this slip?

"Well maybe she doesn't tell you everything." Jona shrugged, trying not to sound as harsh as possible. Too late. A burying frown had appeared on Oli's face and he trailed off the stage and onto the parking lot.

"Where are you going?" Jona called out to his fellow friend that looked super pissed, which never resulted well.

"To found out the truth!" With that, he was off to the RTC bus.

"Hey Oli, what's- "As soon as Destery saw the look on Oli's face, he didn't dare continue. Oli ignored Destery and walked directly into the bus. As soon as Oli disappeared into the bus, Destery sighed. Knowing that shit was about to go down.

Damian and Eli watched as Oli's figure walked into the bus, his flesh turning red and his brows still frowning. His shoulder blades stiff and his arms on his sides with clenched fist. Oli walked towards the guys that were sitting on the couch, watching him.

"Hey Oli" Damian said hesitantly, looking at Eli who looked confused and a bit scared.

"What's wrong-"

"Since when?" Oli cut Eli's words. The two guys looked at each other, confused.

"Since when have Ronnie and Chelsea been dating" he kept his words soft, trying not to raise his tone and getting farther more angry. Eli sighed, thinking that he knows what this was all about. Jealousy, he thought. Yes indeed, there was a bit of jealousy however, it was more than that. To Oli, it was her false pretense with their friendship. It meant nothing to her.

"About a week" Damian said. Anger and disbelief running through Oli's veins and all over his body. He twitched his head, something he normally did as his body stiffened and hid blood ran faster. He cursed under his breath, feeling his face deepen with heat and blood rising to his skin. He was far from frustrated and confused, he was fucking pissed now. Eli saw his anger seeping through, knowing this wasn't going to turn out good. Get got up to his feet, reaching for Oli.

"God damnit," Oli grabbed a flower glass vase from the table close to him and flung it across the room towards the wall, shattering it into a million pieces. "Was I the only one who didn't know?" Oli screamed at Eli who could feel the spit that had just came out of Oli's mouth, he froze; not taking one step further. Damian's wide eyes ran from the shattered glass and met with Oli's blood shot eyes, he didn't know what to say to him because he had never been in that position. But, he knew that Oli was right, he should have the right to feel this way. They both knew that Chelsea screwed up, but they couldn't say anything to make him feel better. Both their eyes soften, instead of scarce being filled in their eyes, they felt sympathy for him. Eli gulped, and stepped a foot forward.

"Oli-"Eli spoke, but the minute he spoke, Oli trailed out of the bus.

"I can't feel my fucking hand Chels" Ronnie whined while brushing his right hand with his other hand.

"Oh shut up, nobody told you to hold my hand while getting a big ass needle stabbed through my nose." She pointed at her nose, laughing, still remembering the pain it cost her. She had squeezed his hand so hard that it was practically numb.

"You did" He glared at her, but spoke softly. She looked at him, now she felt bad.

"Aw, I'm sorry" She pecked his lips, hoping he would forgive her.

"Okay, now I feel better." He giggled.

"Better have said-"

"Oli, don't do something stupid!" Destery pulled Oli by the hand, trying to drag him away from Chelsea's direction.

"Oh shit" Ronnie whispered, looking at Oli who didn't hesitate and pushing his arm off Destery's grip.

"Oli!" Eli screamed as he stepped off the bus. Oli didn't seem to pay much attention.

"I think we should go" Ronnie suggested, pulling Chelsea behind him.

"Too late." Oli wasn't running, nor walking. He was speed walking. His shoulders up, his face red and his eyes looked like the devils.

"Get the fuck out of the way" Oli kept his tone normal.

"No" Ronnie spoke, acting like an over protective boyfriend. Acting as a barrier between her and Oli. They glared hard at each other. Ronnie keeping calm, but Oli was a ticking bomb and she knew that.

"Ronnie" She whispered. "I can take care of myself" She stepped away from behind him and stepped in front of him, facing Oli but leaving distance behind.

"Oli-"

"Seriously?" he scolded her, his voice was normal, but had a serious pitch to it. His eyes glared down at hers. Not only were they red, but they expressed sadness. Something that sent her signals that she did something wrong. But she didn't know what it was.

"Seriously what?" she frowned, keeping her voice low; Trying not to tick him off.

"Don't I mean anything to you?" He shouted, making her slightly jump as his voice echoed in her head and Ronnie reached for her hand. This time, not minding if she squeezed it so hard that it would become numb.

"Of course you do-"His question was complete nonsense to her because of course he meant something to her, they were best friends. But she didn't realize of the friendship she had ruined herself.

"Bullshit" He lowered his voice. She was acting so stupid and mindless, it made him think that she didn't even think about him at all; which made him even more angry and disappointed.

"You're my best friend Oli-"she rolled her eyes, getting annoyed at the fact that he wouldn't let her finish one sentence. She glared back at him.

"You know how fucked up it is to find out that your 'best friend' is dating someone from others but herself?" he air quoted the best friend part. But her eyes soften from her glare. A strange feeling was weakening her heart; guilt. "Best friends? That's complete bullshit!" he flung his hand up as he talked, spit spilling everywhere. Her eyes were staring to moisten. "You've been dating for a week and it didn't cross your mind that maybe you should tell your 'best friend' about it?" He emphasized the best friends' part again. She could see his eyes getting wet. It's not that he wasn't important, she had forgotten about him. And deep down, beneath her pride, she knew he was right.

"Oli" she held back tears. "I'm sorry, I forgot." A tear rolled down her cheek, glistening as it traveled. She touched his arm, trying to close the distance between them. One of his very own tears fell as he rejected her touch and pushed back.

"You didn't forget to tell me. You just forgot about me." He stated which made more tears roll down his sick looking eyes. Guilt had completely washed over her, she was mad at herself. This made her cry even more. "Ever since he came into the picture" he pointed at Ronnie, who had an apathetic look on his face. Chelsea looked at Ronnie, he looked at her. "You've forgotten all about me." She looked back at Oli. "What kind of friendship is that?" He glared at her. He could feel his eye swollen and the dry tears on his cheek.

And with that, he walked off. Not caring to look at all the people surrounding them and watching him as he started to walk off with his head down. Ronnie hissed, purposely enough for Oli to hear.

"Sounds more like jealousy" Ronnie shouted at Oli and rolled his eyes; obviously annoyed. Chelsea let go of his hand and slapped his stomach. Oli stopped his movement, and looked up. Ronnie just didn't know when to shut the fuck up. And so, the ticking bomb exploded.

Ronnie was too busy moaning from pain to realize that Oli was speed walking back towards them. By the time he looked at him, Oli didn't hesitate and grabbed him by the collar and threw him again a bus. Ronnie's eyes were wide as Oli gripped onto his collar. His head jerked back and forth as he hit the impact. He had hit the back of his head and could feel the bump rising. Oli's eyes were fixed on him, his flesh back to red, and his vein popping out. Ronnie could feel his own heart raise, he didn't care about the pain, and he focused on not getting his ass kick. Chelsea struggled to take him out of Oli's grip while pleading for Oli to stop. He didn't pay much attention to her. Destery and Eli came over, trying to push Oli off. However, in spite of all of this, Ronnie still had the balls to grin. But truthfully, he was scared as shit; faking it. This pissed Oli even more off. He squeezed his hands tighter, pulling his collar of Ronnie's leather jacket further up his throat as his grasp got tighter.

"Don't you ever" he spoke softly at first. "Ever!" He flung Ronnie against the bus again, emphasizing the ever. "Hurt her" he continues. "Or else you will have to deal with me." He spoke softly again, letting go of his grip after he was done, making Ronnie clumsily fall back against the bus. Everyone looked at Oli, who was now walking off. Nobody had ever seemed to see him like this. However, his threat to Ronnie made Chelsea smile.

As Oli left, Ronnie let go of his smirking false pretense and rolled his eyes and sighing loudly. He touched the back of his head to the area that mostly stinging and giving him a headache. Yup, there was definitely a bump there.

"Are you okay?" Chelsea asked as she turned her attention back to Ronnie.

"I'll go get an ice pack" Destery left running into the bus. Ronnie took a seat on the foot of the tour bus's step, waiting for the ice pack. Chelsea stood outside, talking to him, making sure he was ok. "Here you go" Des handed Chelsea the ice pack, which was freezing cold; just what she needed. She gently placed the ice pack on the bruised part of his head. He instantly moaned of pleasure as the cooing ice hit his wounded area.

"You shouldn't have said that smart comment." She scolded him.

"I know, I just couldn't control myself." He looked up at her, who was looking down on him. She smiled gently at him, he smiled back. Even though it was a heck of a day, she still managed to smile. This made him smile. Chelsea leaned down toward his face.

"It's okay" She gave him a small peck on the lips. "C'mon, you need some rest" She pulled him up and led him into the bus. Hoping the rest of the day would pass by quickly.