ARTWHEELING CATTERPILLARS THIS IS PART LIKE ELEVEN OR SOME SPARKLY SHIT LIKE THAT
Finally the day of the show arrived, Josh was still around, and things were finally starting to go well. Laurel had been thinking of ways to explain her relationship with Sean to Kellin, of course, with Meghan's help. Josh had just been all around awesome and though they couldn't see it, and no one spoke of it, something told the girls he had somehow been helping Jack, though they weren't sure how or why. Kellin refused to talk about it. Justin didn't know, and Jesse would never tell them something Kellin didn't want them to know about.
It was a beautiful day for a concert - the sun was shining and it wasn't too hott, and a nice breeze blew every so often to cool the crowds and bands. And speaking of crowds, they were huge today. A LOT of sceney Queenies were walking around with their pink or blue hair and thick eye liner. Laurel and Meghan cringed when they thought they saw Kalel and Amanda bouncing and flouncing about in a sea of cute looking boys wearing Sleeping with Sirens shirts.
Sean caught up with them soon enough, rushing through his work just to see Laurel again.
"Well aren't you two adorable," Meghan sneered.
"Well aren't you leaving," said Laurel in a similar tone. Meghan chuckled and turned away from them. She walked around back stage, looking for Josh. Seeing those two together all happy just made her want to see Josh again, for reasons she'd never understand.
She found him – well, more like he found her – talking to Kellin about concerts and fan girls.
"They give Katelynn zero respect online sometimes," Kellin said shaking his head. Josh nodded understandably.
"Well I'm single, but still it gets kind of crazy," he said. Meghan of course got lost in his words after 'I'm single'; she got butterflies and a small inkling of hope that should not be there. "I'm honestly afraid of fan girls… the screaming kind of freaks me out… I'm just a person,"
"I know right?" agreed Kellin. "What do YOU want?" he looked at Meghan who stood there grinning. He smiled at her. "I have to go and like, run around and stuff, talk to you later man," he said clapping Josh on the shoulder. "Behave!" he yelled to Meghan while he ran out.
"Never!" she shouted back sarcastically.
"That's adorable, how he cares about you two so much," commented Josh, causing Meghan to turn and face him.
"I guess. Sometimes he's a little too protective though. Laurel's terrified of telling him about Sean." She said softly.
"She should just be honest, I'm sure he just wants the best for both of you, but lying will get her no where,"
"It's not that she's lying, just… hiding something," Meghan shrugged. "So you're just chilling here?"
"Yup. Gonna go and watch a couple bands from the side, like Mayday Parade and all. Come with me? ; oh wait, I bet you're singing with them tonight,"
Meghan shook her head. "I'd love to! Mayday Parade is actually playing soon, we should head over. And try not to get mauled in the process…."
Laurel and Sean were in a corner behind some stacked speakers, making out happily. They didn't break a part until they heard someone coming.
"The fuck? Get a room," said a grouchy voice. It was Ben Bruce, the guy from Asking Alexandria. Laurel's favorite memory of this guy was seeing him on 'My strange Addiction' for being addicted to only drinking water from the toilette, every day.
"Uh, sorry," Sean got to his feet, helping Laurel to his. "Toilette face," he muttered under his breath – just loud enough for Ben to hear.
"Whore," he directed at Laurel.
"Uhm, wanna try that again?" Sean said, turning back to face him, standing up as tall as he could be.
"Nothing," said Ben. Sean shook his head and walked away, grabbing Laurel's hand.
They decided to walk out in the crowds and listen to the music playing, see who was on. Sleeping with Sirens would go on soon. Oh, and here comes the rush for Alesana… so many girls and guys, laughing, playfully pushing, having a blast the way they should at Warped Tour. Laurel and Sean were broken a part, but he kept his careful eyes on her.
Until she was gone.
He thought he heard her scream, but no. His eyes dropped to the ground, thinking she might be trampled, and he dove under the heels of the stampeding fans in search of his beloved. He took a knee to his rib cage and face but he could hardly feel it.
Where was she?
"SEAN!" He heard her scream his name, not from the dusty ground however. He stood upright, rigid, still being pushed and shoved, and saw only a sea of arms and poofy hair.
Where the FUCK was Laurel? Fear gripped him and he ran, looking for her, shouting her name over and over again.
"LAUREL! LAUREL WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?" He bellowed, standing on his toes in a desperate attempt to see over the crowd. He was worried sick, his hands were shaking and his knees were weak; he felt physically ill as if he was about to get sick. Where the FUCK could she have gone? Did someone take her? One second her hand was in his and his eyes were on her, and the next she had totally vanished accept for a scream of his name.
That scream would haunt him if he couldn't find her. Calling would be pointless, they wouldn't be able to hear each other. Still he whipped out his phone and sent her a text, still looking up, looking for her, running with and against the crowds searching out for her beautiful face and frail body.
All in vain – Laurel was gone.
