Abby POV
*Two and a half months later*

"We're here!" I screamed, running off of my tour bus, my guys following me. I sprinted over to my brother's bus and furiously knocked on their door.

"Hey!" Tony greeted me, opening the door, "their here guys!"

I saw Vic, Mike and Jamie look out of the window of the bus, then they all ran off it, almost trampling Tony in the process.

The guys each pulled me into hugs, then gave the guys in my band "bro hugs." A concept I will never understand, guys can hug each other without being considered gay, but whatever.

"Who's excited for tour?" Chad shouted, throwing his arm into the air. We all screamed various forms of "yeses", and laughed.

"So when is the other band coming?" I asked the guys in Pierce the Veil. They knew more about this tour than my band and I did.

"They should be here really soon," Mike answered, "their from Ohio, so the trip isn't long to here, New Jersey, but Andy did call me and tell me they hit some bad traffic."

"Andy?" James inquired.

"The lead singer," Vic clarified, "Ashley is on the bass, and yes he is a guy, Jinxx is on rhythm guitar, Jake plays electric guitar, and Christian "CC", yes call him CC, plays drums."

"Not gonna lie, those are some weird names," Jordan said, and I laughed.

"Even though I agree remember to be nice," I stated.

"Yes mom," all of the guys groaned, glaring at me.

"Fuck you," I said, crossing my arms over my chest and sitting down on the parking lot asphalt.

~!~

The clink of boots hitting pavement and the rattling of metal made me turn around. The guys were leaning against the buses and they turned around too.
Standing above me was group of guys. Correction, a group of five, amazingly sexy guys.

Each one was dressed slightly differently, but they all were wearing black skinny jeans, and black shirts. Some had band names on them, while other had plain ones. Each guy had a necklace of a symbol around their neck, and they were wearing chucky, studded belts around their skinny waists.

One guy in particular caught my attention. He was standing at the front of the group, wearing a plain, black, v-neck shirt, tight skinny jeans, and Nikes. His eyes were lined thickly in eyeliner, making his blue-gray eyes stand out even more.

"What's up dudes?" Vic asked, giving each guy a handshake.

I stood up from the ground and walked over to where everyone was standing. Mike wrapped his arm around my shoulder, "you guys, this is my little sister, Abby. Abby, this is Black Veil Brides. Andy," he pointed to guy in the center, and immediately he was my favorite, "Ashley, Jinxx, CC and Jake."

"It's nice to meet you," I said, giving them a wave, "this is my band, Not Then, Now. Chad, Jordan, and James."

"'Sup," Andy asked, and I couldn't help but smile. He had a deep voice, and I liked it.

"You see it," Chad replied, "how was the traffic over here?"

This struck up a conversation with everyone, but Vic and Mike pulled me away from the group, leading me a few steps away, to the point that if we talked, they wouldn't be able to hear us.

"What?" I sighed, knowing what they were going to say.

"Don't get involved with them," Vic said.

How did I know that's what he was going to say?

"If you guys haven't noticed, I'm eighteen now and I can date whoever the hell I want to," I said, raising my eyebrow at them.

"Yes, but you know how band guys are," Mike replied, "they drink, they forget about their girlfriend, and they have sex with whoever is around. Do you want to get hurt?"

"And what about this," Vic added, "they might have girlfriends, do you want to be the girl who's labeled the whore who slept her with her guy?"

"No," I groaned, "but if they don't have girlfriends if wouldn't matter, and if they were to date me, it wouldn't matter because I would be with them on this tour."

"And if it lasts longer than this tour then what?" Mike asked, "oh, and what would mom and dad said if you brought someone like them home for Thanksgiving?"

"I wouldn't give a fuck," I answered, "anyway all of this is hypothetical. I don't even know them."

"Well if you do decide to please be careful, okay?" Vic inquired.

"I promise," I said, sincerely. I hugged my brothers then pulled them back to our group, easily joining in the conversation.

~!~

I was on the tour bus, alone, sitting on the couch, blaring Eyes Set to Kill from my laptop. Because tour officially started tomorrow, all of the guys from the bands decided to go out to dinner to have a "pre tour toast." I was too tired to go out, so I didn't go. Besides I was in Glamour Kills short shorts and a tank top, I was comfy and not moving.

I heard a knock on the bus door and I got up to get it, wondering who it was. I looked out the window first to see who it was, then unlocked it.

Andy walked on, wearing only boxers and white v-neck shirt, and sat down on the couch. I locked the door again, then turned the music off on my laptop and sat next to him on the couch.

"What's up?" I asked.

Andy shrugged, "I didn't feel like going out tonight, and when I saw the light on over here I decided to come chill with you. Is that okay?"

"It's perfectly fine, I was bored," I replied.

"I bet," Andy sighed, "I know I was."

I nodded, "so why didn't you go out tonight?"

"Didn't feel like it," he answerd, "why didn't you go out?"

I shugged, "didn't feel like it either. Plus I see my brothers all the time, and as much as I love my band and the rest of Pierce, and I want to get to you you guys, sometimes I just need a break from them."

Andy laughed, "see, I don't have that problem, I'm an only child."

"You suck," I groaned, "growing up with them was so weird. I almost never talked to Vic, since he's five years older than me, and I was close with Mike, since I'm three years younger than him. The only thing that brought all of us together was music."

"Well at least you guys are close now, right?" Andy questioned.

"Yeah," I smiled, "we are. They just get overprotective sometimes."

"That's the brother's job," Andy replied, "even though I don't have to worry about siblings, all of my friends that are girls I worry about."

"Aw," I said, then I blushed.

"So, not to sound stalkerish or anything, but how old are you?" Andy inquired.

"I'm eighteen," I replied.

Andy whistled, "damn, you don't look like it."

"I get that a lot," I said, "I don't know why though. How old are you?"

"Nineteen," he answered.

"I was thinking eighteen, so I'm close," I smiled.

"Yeah," Andy sighed, looking around the bus, "so, what now?"

I shook my head, "I have no freakin' clue."

All of a sudden Andy jumped, and stood up, digging a iPhone from his pocket. Unlocking the screen I saw he had a incoming call from an Amanda, then it had a heart sign next to her name.

"Hello," he answered, and I heard more than one female voice on the other line, all of them talking excitedly. Andy smiled then pulled the phone away from his ear. "I gotta get this, so I'm going to take off. Do you wanna hang out tomorrow? At the barbque after the show?"

"Yeah," I answered, "we can get to know each other more."

"I'd like that," Andy grinned. The he unlocked the door to the bus and closed it shut, starting the walk back to his bus.

I sighed, I was alone. Again.

I picked up my own iPhone from next to me, and clicked the home button. My screensaver sprang up, and the time said one in the morning. Knowing that Andy wasn't coming back for the night, and that the guys wouldn't be home until later, I decided to go to bed.

I locked the door to the bus, but left the light on in the front lounge that way the guys could see when they got in.

I walked back into the bunk area and closed the door shut, then I slipped into my bunk, the bottom-right.

I got under the banket and closed my eyes, sighing lightly to myself. With good thoughts about tour in my head, I slowly fell asleep.

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