Joe's POV

So I think today's going to be a good day! Nobody has any hard feelings, even Nick and Leonie are beginning to become their flirty selves. You know me and Rhi, we haven't had a single negative conversation in a week? Well.. except for the fact that she thinks I need a haircut, which I agree to, but how lame would it be to say my girlfriend talked me into a trim? Exactly my point! I woke up Kevin and Nick, who immediately got dressed and ready to head down the venue. Oh, we're planning to invite the girls on tour with us, which could be the highlight of this entire career thing.

"Wake up," I said, shaking Kevin while kicking Nick in the head, trying to wake up their sleeping figures.

"Where's the fire?" Kevin asked, sleep still clouding his judgment. I just shoved him, attempting to get him to graduate to a more awake state.
"No fire, just a 'gorgeous shiny day'" I said mockingly, somewhat like how a news reporter would. Nick began to jog himself into awake mode, and hopped out of bed and into some fresh clothes. Kevin was still being a party pooper, but eventually picked himself up.

So after our small little readiness frenzy, we drove to each of the girl's houses. Laken lived in an average sized house, with her parents both of whom took little interest in her life other than that at home. Leonie lived in a fairly large house, built for four but accompanied unfortunately by three. That is until recently, Leo's parents had graciously allowed Rhi into their home until legal matters concerning her mother were worked out. I thought that was great, plus it meant Rhi was another step closer to the venue lounge, making seeing her at any hour of the day more probable. Not that I expected to be with Rhiannon at three in the morning, but you catch my drift.

So after all of us were uncomfortably piled into Kevin's car, Rhiannon on lap for lack of better seating, we set off in pursuit of the venue lounge. As we pulled towards the road it was on, the sound of sirens and the hint of flashing lights could be seen clearly. We hoped nothing happened at the venue, but were reassured at the fact that we were the last ones there, so I doubted anyone was hurt. To our dismay, it was indeed the venue that had caught fire!

"What the hell happened in this place?" Laken screamed, her eyes widened at the once prominent building that now stood as a pile of charred wood and ashes. I knew that a lot of instruments were in there, but I don't think it was anything entirely personal.

"Well, young lady, we found the remains of a bonfire round back, seems it may've not been put out," an ashy looking fireman spoke to us, his hand on his hip as he surveyed the damage. Shit! Our bonfire! But I distinctly remember putting it out with Kevin, we threw excessive amounts of dirt on it... because personally I was having fun with an actual excuse to throw dirt at Kevin. I guess we didn't notice a spark or something, and it caught?

"Guys, did we..." Kevin's voice rang in, but Laken put her hand over his mouth.

"No! You guys put the fire out! We all saw it!" She said, obviously.

"Well, apparently we missed a few sparks or something," Leonie pointed out, biting her bottom lip looking at the demolished venue where so many things had happened. This was where I met Rhi, and Nick met Leo. This was where I first fought with Rhi, this was where I made up with Rhi. This was where Laken and Kevin had their first webcast. This was where Laken began her eating disorder. This was where Nick found out about Leonie's brother, this was where Nick met, kissed, dated, and sulked about Charlotte. This was where Laken and Kevin had gotten a little serious during a makeout! Many of the memories were negative, but it was way too much to handle that everything positive here had to be forgotten because of our carelessness.

Leonie's POV

I can't believe what happened to the venue! After all that happened here, it all has to be let go! Mr. And Mrs. Jonas are going to be in some serious heat for what happened here, I feel so bad! I can't help but feel like this was my fault, I was the one who ran back for the phone I'd left out there. I should've noticed the flame that had yet to be extinguished, but my carelessness ruined something again. I can't believe I could've potentially harmed everybody, I have no luck with people. I checked the bonfire too! I didn't do a thorough inspection, but what hurts the most was Nick saying,

"Leo, while you're there, just check on the fire and make sure it's out."

Even with proper precaution, I just let all warnings go. All pleas, and I let the cabin fall on top of him! I mean, I let the venue burn. I can't help but be struck with flashbacks of the day of my brother's death, I can't believe what I did to him. I slaughtered my brother, deprived him of life at such a young age due to foolish teasing. How could I be so naïve?

"I'm so sorry," I mumbled aloud, and everyone turned to look at me. I wasn't sure if I said this as an apology for what happened to the venue, or what happened to my brother. All I know is I needed to get out of there, not just the venue. I needed to get away for a little while and think, maybe just maybe this wasn't all my fault. But with the looming memories and flashbacks waiting to overcome me by looking at the shattered remains of our home of reminiscent past, I can't bare to be here.

"I'm going to see if anything survived," I said, gesturing towards the building. I got words of warning about unsteady foundations, and the reminder that it'd be against the rules to go in their due to safety precautions, but that doesn't matter anymore. Honestly, I don't care about my life anymore. I know, this is just one of those moods, and I'll get over it but for right now I'm embracing it, and I couldn't be more wreckless.

"I'm going in," I said, running past one of the fireman who didn't feel it necessary to run in after me. The blackened walls of the venue looked nothing like the comforting place I'd once called a sanctuary. I ran my fingers over the singed materials of the room, the couch had been burnt to a crisp and the music books had been molded into new shapes by the blazing heat. And then I saw it, one thing that made me regret coming in here.

Nick's favorite guitar, the one he'd had his whole life that he cared for almost as much as himself was destroyed. It's once cherry red coat was now a darkened scarlet, black holes plunging deeply into the outer wall. It stood there, leaning against the wall and taunting me. Despite the scalding hot temperature, I picked the instrument up and used the back door to avoid showing it to them. I rested it against the only outer brick wall of the venue, and walked back to them going around the building.

"Well, everything's scorched," I said, shrugging my shoulder's helplessly.

"Sucks," Nick said, looking down at his feet. I wonder if he knew his guitar was in there, I sure hoped he did because I was regretting telling him. This was almost as hard, if not harder, than telling him that Charlotte was a deceitful whore who played around with other boys while dating Nicholas.

Nick's POV

Fire? That was the last thing I was expecting today! I had a nice day planned out, meaning I wasn't on the market for drama. Well, hello dramatics! I had a bad feeling when I woke up, but I figured it was just one of those things. My feelings usually aren't wrong though, I just can't believe the venue is actually gone. You can see it, the main design. You can touch it, but not without burning the tips of your fingers. You can see that it's been through a lot, but the glorious and proud structure was now a worthless pile of unstable foundation and piles of wood. Leonie'd gone into check out what went on, and I guess we'd pretty much lost everything in there. Kevin's phone was there, he'd left it last night. He didn't seem to concerned about that, but Leonie wouldn't meet m eye. I didn't give that too much thought though, I had so much going through my mind. I told Leonie to check if the fire was out! I didn't blame her though, I just felt so... shocked.

"Leonie, what's wrong?" I noticed how distant she suddenly looked. Something felt really awkward, but not in a horrible way. It just felt uneasy, the atmosphere. I guess it sort of was, y'know when you looked at the singed building.

"I need to leave," she said quietly, but still hadn't looked at me.
"I understand," I said, putting a comforting arm around her shoulders. "I'll see you tomorrow, get some rest. This has been a crazy day, and it's only just started!" She shrugged out of the arm I had on her shoulders.

"No Nick, I mean I need to leave. For a while, I need to go away. I just can't be here right now!" She said, and I knew there were tears threatening to fall. She didn't leave my arms though, she just stayed there for a little bit while everyone else snuggled and stared at what was our sanctity. After about an hour, Leonie got up and called her parents. They had a forty minute conversation, and I strained to hear her half but was unsuccessful. I didn't catch a word she said, so I was stuck waiting uncomfortable and anxious.

"Guys, I think we should tell them, to maybe have a positive affect on this day?" Kevin suggested, and I knew he meant inviting them on tour. Leonie had now walked back, and began to listen in on what was happening. "So, you know we have to leave on tour right? Well how hard would it be to leave the only girls we've ever been able to grow this close to?" He paused, for dramatic effect and I could see smiles on the faces of both Laken and Rhi, "so how'd you guys like to come on tour with us?" They both jumped excitedly, while Leo gave a bright smile. Anyone else wouldn't be able to see she was faking, but I'd come to know Leo by now.

"I'll have to ask my folks, and see what they think on the whole thing!" Laken said excitedly, as afore mentioned her parents were pretty laid back and not too interested in what she did, so that should be a breeze. Rhiannon didn't have any parents to ask for permission, since legally Leonie's parents had no control over what decisions she made. Leonie tugged on my sleeve, and I followed her under a tree.

"Nick, I have two pots of bad news. I'll start with the worst news first," she said, before walking off to behind the once venue. She came back with my cherry red guitar, and I immediately fell to the ground on my knees. Every musician knows that their instrument is the one thing they value most in life, and the one I had the most respect for was destroyed from stupid flame! I felt like I could cry, and I'm not even joking. I don't think I've ever been this at a loss for words, and out of breath, since when I found out I had diabetes.

I gulped, and was able to gain a slight bit of composure, but I still felt unstable. Honestly, what was happening, why was this such an affect for me? This guitar had been with me through everything I'd done, I'd learned on it. Without it, I'd still be a beginner. That probably wasn't true, but it played into effect nicely.

"Uh, you said this was the worst of news," I was afraid of her next answer, but she'd promised this was the hardest. I don't think anything could be harder than this,"

"I, well you see, I kind of called my parents and convinced them to go down to Miami at our beach house for a little while," Why was this a bad thing? That meant, almost surely that they would let her go on tour with us! "And, I'm kind of going with them. They asked me a million times if it's what I really wanted, so there's no turning back now because they've hired a moving staff and stuff. I'm really sorry to just pack up and leave like this, but it's just too hard to be here right now!" She said, and by now she wasn't bothering to restrain the tears from falling.

"Wh- What?" I asked, still shocked. I thought she said the first news would be the worst?

"I'm leaving, for a few months. I doubt we'll be able to meet up again though, with your hectic schedule! But like, if you guys ever play any concerts down in Miami, I'll be sure to try and get some tickets..." I knew she was regretting it more and more with every word she said, but her mind was made up. I knew Leonie, and I couldn't change her decision.

"Why do you have to go?" I said, my words still choked up in my throat.

"I just feel like... everything is all my fault. I just need to get away from this place, from everything, and all these memories," she said, pointing towards the spot where she'd told me her secret to begin with. The secret that I'd spilled to everyone, and although I regret that totally and feel like a jerk about it to this day, it'd brought us all closer together. Everyone was now careful what they said around each other, because we all knew what everyone had been through. I just gulped, and engulfed her in a hug, still finding some way to walk over to the group while hugging her.

"Guys," I cleared my throat, "Leonie can't come on tour with us," I said quietly, avoiding all their gazes.

"What're you talking about, she hasn't even called her parents yet," Joe said, bluntly.

"She's going to Miami, for a while," I didn't offer him anymore information than that, but he seemed to understand that now was not the time for questions. We all went home wearing solemn faces that day, the girls crying while we all just frowned at thin air. Everyone went home, taking in the events of today.

The next day I woke up, feeling unprepared both emotionally and physically. Leonie was leaving today, she'd begged her parents to make the plane ride down as quick as possible, probably for emotional healing. We all gathered at the airport, with fifteen minutes until she boarded her airplane. She'd given everyone hugs, and they all said teary goodbyes. Then she got to me, and smiled before pulling me into a forceful bearhug.

"Nick, you've been amazing to me. Despite whatever happened, you'll always mean the world to me, I love you," the way she said it didn't make me freak out, I knew she meant it like deeply and not romantically. The final call for her plane to board came, and she got on turning for one last wave. We made eye contact, and she boarded the plane, as we watched it take off. And now Leonie was gone.