Caught like a Fly

I sigh after the call ended. It's time for another tour.

Not that I don't like touring. I get to meet fans and do what I enjoy, it's just a certain person that I'm worried about spending months on a tour bus with.

It started off as a little crush. I guess it was because he's rather good looking and I used to be a big fan. But it slowly developed into something more than a crush. We became good friends and I guess the feelings grew. Now it's hard not to pounce on the motherfucker when he is anywhere near me.

It's a long tour also. Nine months. It'll be good to get out of this boring flat and hang with the guys. But it means that I'll have to learn some self control, and I'm not exactly the top student in that class.

My phone starts to blare beside me. I sigh and check the caller ID, speak of the devil. I answer and lift the phone to my ear.

"Hey Jacks." I melt a little inside at the nickname but quickly snap out of it.

"Hey Ronnie." I reply.

Yeah that's right, Jacky Vincent is in love with the Ronnie Radke.

This is going to be an interesting tour.