It's Never Gonna Be Too Late.
His Loss.
Alex's POV.
I was so angry.
I was glad Ashe stormed off the bus.
At this point, I didn't care if she was left on the sidewalk and we drove away without her.
I knew there was a reason the two of us weren't friends the last tours.
Ashe did not bring out the best in me, that's for sure.
Unfortunately, Gerard brought her back onto the bus.
I continued to hold my grudge towards her.
Nothing she could do could make anything better.
She glared at me, myself glaring back at her, until she sat on her bunk.
The fighting had calmed down and Mikey and Bob agreed to go to separate parts of the bus.
Before resting on his bunk, Bob first went into the bathroom to wash his face off.
His scratches were brief, but there were quite a few.
Mikey came over and sat next to me on one of the bunks.
I stared at the black eye he had.
"Mikey!" I almost screamed.
"Alex, it's okay. I'm fine."
"No you're not!" I examined him closer.
I put my hand on the side of his face and lightly ran my finger underneath his eye.
He winced.
"Sorry," I said.
"It's fine. Is it that bad?"
"Yes, Mikey."
I pulled out my small mirror from my purse so he could see the damage.
He stared in awe at the swelling and handed me back my mirror.
"What am I going to do? We have to play a show tomorrow. I can't play looking like this!" he complained.
"Don't worry about it for now. I just want to make sure you're okay."
"Yeah, I'm fine."
I hugged him tight.
I drew back and took a deep breath.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"Nothing. I'm having way too many things going on and going wrong. Don't mind me."
I looked back into the bathroom to see Bob's reflection in the mirror staring back at Mikey and I.
He looked angry, upset, and fed up.
I shot him a look, shrugged my shoulders, and moved closer to Mikey.
It's Bob's loss, not mine.
I was so angry.
I was glad Ashe stormed off the bus.
At this point, I didn't care if she was left on the sidewalk and we drove away without her.
I knew there was a reason the two of us weren't friends the last tours.
Ashe did not bring out the best in me, that's for sure.
Unfortunately, Gerard brought her back onto the bus.
I continued to hold my grudge towards her.
Nothing she could do could make anything better.
She glared at me, myself glaring back at her, until she sat on her bunk.
The fighting had calmed down and Mikey and Bob agreed to go to separate parts of the bus.
Before resting on his bunk, Bob first went into the bathroom to wash his face off.
His scratches were brief, but there were quite a few.
Mikey came over and sat next to me on one of the bunks.
I stared at the black eye he had.
"Mikey!" I almost screamed.
"Alex, it's okay. I'm fine."
"No you're not!" I examined him closer.
I put my hand on the side of his face and lightly ran my finger underneath his eye.
He winced.
"Sorry," I said.
"It's fine. Is it that bad?"
"Yes, Mikey."
I pulled out my small mirror from my purse so he could see the damage.
He stared in awe at the swelling and handed me back my mirror.
"What am I going to do? We have to play a show tomorrow. I can't play looking like this!" he complained.
"Don't worry about it for now. I just want to make sure you're okay."
"Yeah, I'm fine."
I hugged him tight.
I drew back and took a deep breath.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"Nothing. I'm having way too many things going on and going wrong. Don't mind me."
I looked back into the bathroom to see Bob's reflection in the mirror staring back at Mikey and I.
He looked angry, upset, and fed up.
I shot him a look, shrugged my shoulders, and moved closer to Mikey.
It's Bob's loss, not mine.