Six Feet Under The Stars- Chapter 2
Jack's life has finally come together. He is in a world famous band with his best friends and found the love of his life. Everything is perfect as he gets ready for a 16 month world tour until tragedy strikes. What will this mean for the band? And more importantly, for Jack and his girl?
PG-13?
(This is my first fic so I would love some feedback! :)
Chapter 1
The Meeting
Alex quietly shut the door behind us, careful not to make too much noise. He and I still had pounding headaches as a painful reminder of the events of last night. The skin around Alex’s eyes were dark, providing a stark contrast to the paleness of his face. We slowly walked in sync to the elevator where he pushed the button before speaking.
“Last night was fun.”
I shrugged my shoulders. “I would probably agree with you if I could remember half of it.”
Alex laughed. “Truth.” The elevator arrived and we climbed in.
“The last thing I want to do is sit in a room and listen to Flyzik drone on and on about tour stuff.”
Alex nodded his head in agreement. “It’s not like we haven’t done this before. We’ve been touring since we were in high school. Nothing’s changed.”
We arrived at the hotel lobby and made a left to head down a corridor that led to the conference room Flyzik booked for our meeting. Since when did he get all professional on us? Doesn’t he know that this “lunch meeting” will probably end in a food fight- completely destroying the room- and at least one of us showing off our mangina.
Zack was just arriving through the front door as we walked in.
“Hey! We aren’t the last ones to show up for once!” I high-fived Alex as a celebration of our accomplishment. Of course, there sat Rian in a seat across from Flyzik along the long, dark table. He had probably gotten here 20 minutes ago. Kiss ass.
I saw Alex’s eyes widen as he noticed the chairs that accompanied the table: they spun. He turned to me with that gleam of mischief in his eyes that I’ve become all too familiar with. The prospect of fun completely nullified the dull thud in my head, and I seemed to forget my hangover completely. He glanced over to Flyzik who was deeply engrossed in a phone call and gave me the coast is clear signal. He casually sat down in a chair at the end of the table and I slowly made my way over to him so as to not disturb Flyzik.
I grabbed the back of the chair and pulled him out of the room behind me into the hallway that was covered with a smooth, cool tile. Perfect for spinning and swirling.
I jerked Alex around in the chair so that he was facing away in front of me and took off running. Halfway down the hall I spun him around with all my might and pushed him away to continue down the hall on his own.
The ride must have been enjoyable, even despite his obvious hangover, because he squealed with delight and laughed. The joyride didn’t last long because he soon came face to face with our old friend- Joe the Security Guard.
As if by magic, Joe the Security Guard grabbed the arms of the chair and jerked Alex to an abrupt stop. His face was set in a hard line and I could tell he was not as enthusiastic with our joyride as we had been.
“Hey there, Joe! How ya been?” Alex managed to say through a veil of spinny eyes and brains.
“Get up.”
Alex pulled himself to his feet and immediately wobbled over to his side, clutching Joe’s shoulders to stop him from falling to the ground.
“We were just having a little fun, bro. You want to take a spin?” Alex grabbed the back of the chair and spun it in demonstration of the fun one could have on such a device.
Joe was not amused with our shenanigans, and instead of taking his own turn on the spinny chair of fun, pushed it straight back into the conference room.
“I found these two monkeying around in the hallway.”
Flyzik quickly ended his call and looked over at us, standing side by side with 6 foot 6, 280 pounds of pure muscle that was Joe the Security Guard.
“I am so sorry, Mr. Mendez.”
Joe looked back at Flyzik with a stern face. “Please keep these two in check, Mr. Flyzik. Need I remind you of the pool incident?”
Flyzik hurried over to us and pushed us inside and down in two chairs next to Rian, who broke his attention away from his phone just long enough to watch us get in trouble.
“Oh, no no no. That will most definitely not happen again, Sir.”
Joe the Security Guard replied with a stern, “Good” and turned on his heel.
“Guys, seriously? I barely convinced them to let you stay after what happened up at the pool.”
Alex got defensive at that. “How the hell were we supposed to know that bubble bath shouldn’t be put in a jacuzzi tub!”
“Yeah, man. I just wanted to take a bubble bath with my best friends.”
“The public hotel pool is not the place to have a bubble bath with 100 of your closest friends and acquaintances. While completely naked.”
“Well the one in my room wasn’t big enough.”
Flyzik rolled his eyes. “Please just cool it for the next four weeks. Please.”
Alex and I hung our heads and nodded our understanding.
“Thanks. Now that everyone’s here we can get started. I have the finalized schedule here, which I also emailed to you because I know you will lose the paper copy. We kick off in Baltimore on June 26, then we will head down the east coast, around towards California, up and around through the midwest, and back down New England. From there we will take on Canada, several dates in Mexico, and then head to Europe in late November. I would keep going but I know none of you are really paying attention to what I’m saying.”
He had never spoke truer words. Zack made his print off into a paper football and was passing it back and forth with Vinny. Rian was on his phone, texting Cassadee and I of course was just not listening.
Flyzik droned on and on for another hour and a half about all the things we already knew about touring: schedules, meet and greets, the bus and air travel plans, days off. None of us really cared about all of this- we just showed up when and where he told us to.
“I have a question,” I said as he was in mid-sentence explaining something about why it’s important to not put random objects in the microwave.
“Yes, Jack?” I could hear the annoyance in his voice.
“What about Elle?”
“What about her?”
“When can I see her?”
I saw his eyes soften at my mention of her. “I have already emailed her the schedule of where we will be and when so that she can fly out to wherever we are whenever she can. The new bus has slightly bigger bunks so that she can probably stay in yours with you, or she can stay in a hotel. It’s up to you and her. But she is more than welcome to join us anytime.”
“Okay, thanks.”
He sighed and continued on with his spiel about drunken bus etiquette and I zoned out again. Sixteen months is a long time to be without Elle. Probably the longest we’ve ever gone in a long time. I really hope her boss will let her come out to see us every weekend. The North American leg of the tour will be fine, she can hop on a plane easily. But what about when we go to Europe? Or Japan? Australia? I just wish she would quit her job and come with me full time. It would make things so much easier. But I understand where she’s coming from. She’s not the dependent type- it’s one of the reasons I love her so much. She understands that this is my life, but so far in our “official relationship” that hasn’t been an issue. She’s been here with me the entire time. I just hope that we can put our words in to practice and really make this work. What would I do without her?
PG-13?
(This is my first fic so I would love some feedback! :)
Chapter 1
The Meeting
Alex quietly shut the door behind us, careful not to make too much noise. He and I still had pounding headaches as a painful reminder of the events of last night. The skin around Alex’s eyes were dark, providing a stark contrast to the paleness of his face. We slowly walked in sync to the elevator where he pushed the button before speaking.
“Last night was fun.”
I shrugged my shoulders. “I would probably agree with you if I could remember half of it.”
Alex laughed. “Truth.” The elevator arrived and we climbed in.
“The last thing I want to do is sit in a room and listen to Flyzik drone on and on about tour stuff.”
Alex nodded his head in agreement. “It’s not like we haven’t done this before. We’ve been touring since we were in high school. Nothing’s changed.”
We arrived at the hotel lobby and made a left to head down a corridor that led to the conference room Flyzik booked for our meeting. Since when did he get all professional on us? Doesn’t he know that this “lunch meeting” will probably end in a food fight- completely destroying the room- and at least one of us showing off our mangina.
Zack was just arriving through the front door as we walked in.
“Hey! We aren’t the last ones to show up for once!” I high-fived Alex as a celebration of our accomplishment. Of course, there sat Rian in a seat across from Flyzik along the long, dark table. He had probably gotten here 20 minutes ago. Kiss ass.
I saw Alex’s eyes widen as he noticed the chairs that accompanied the table: they spun. He turned to me with that gleam of mischief in his eyes that I’ve become all too familiar with. The prospect of fun completely nullified the dull thud in my head, and I seemed to forget my hangover completely. He glanced over to Flyzik who was deeply engrossed in a phone call and gave me the coast is clear signal. He casually sat down in a chair at the end of the table and I slowly made my way over to him so as to not disturb Flyzik.
I grabbed the back of the chair and pulled him out of the room behind me into the hallway that was covered with a smooth, cool tile. Perfect for spinning and swirling.
I jerked Alex around in the chair so that he was facing away in front of me and took off running. Halfway down the hall I spun him around with all my might and pushed him away to continue down the hall on his own.
The ride must have been enjoyable, even despite his obvious hangover, because he squealed with delight and laughed. The joyride didn’t last long because he soon came face to face with our old friend- Joe the Security Guard.
As if by magic, Joe the Security Guard grabbed the arms of the chair and jerked Alex to an abrupt stop. His face was set in a hard line and I could tell he was not as enthusiastic with our joyride as we had been.
“Hey there, Joe! How ya been?” Alex managed to say through a veil of spinny eyes and brains.
“Get up.”
Alex pulled himself to his feet and immediately wobbled over to his side, clutching Joe’s shoulders to stop him from falling to the ground.
“We were just having a little fun, bro. You want to take a spin?” Alex grabbed the back of the chair and spun it in demonstration of the fun one could have on such a device.
Joe was not amused with our shenanigans, and instead of taking his own turn on the spinny chair of fun, pushed it straight back into the conference room.
“I found these two monkeying around in the hallway.”
Flyzik quickly ended his call and looked over at us, standing side by side with 6 foot 6, 280 pounds of pure muscle that was Joe the Security Guard.
“I am so sorry, Mr. Mendez.”
Joe looked back at Flyzik with a stern face. “Please keep these two in check, Mr. Flyzik. Need I remind you of the pool incident?”
Flyzik hurried over to us and pushed us inside and down in two chairs next to Rian, who broke his attention away from his phone just long enough to watch us get in trouble.
“Oh, no no no. That will most definitely not happen again, Sir.”
Joe the Security Guard replied with a stern, “Good” and turned on his heel.
“Guys, seriously? I barely convinced them to let you stay after what happened up at the pool.”
Alex got defensive at that. “How the hell were we supposed to know that bubble bath shouldn’t be put in a jacuzzi tub!”
“Yeah, man. I just wanted to take a bubble bath with my best friends.”
“The public hotel pool is not the place to have a bubble bath with 100 of your closest friends and acquaintances. While completely naked.”
“Well the one in my room wasn’t big enough.”
Flyzik rolled his eyes. “Please just cool it for the next four weeks. Please.”
Alex and I hung our heads and nodded our understanding.
“Thanks. Now that everyone’s here we can get started. I have the finalized schedule here, which I also emailed to you because I know you will lose the paper copy. We kick off in Baltimore on June 26, then we will head down the east coast, around towards California, up and around through the midwest, and back down New England. From there we will take on Canada, several dates in Mexico, and then head to Europe in late November. I would keep going but I know none of you are really paying attention to what I’m saying.”
He had never spoke truer words. Zack made his print off into a paper football and was passing it back and forth with Vinny. Rian was on his phone, texting Cassadee and I of course was just not listening.
Flyzik droned on and on for another hour and a half about all the things we already knew about touring: schedules, meet and greets, the bus and air travel plans, days off. None of us really cared about all of this- we just showed up when and where he told us to.
“I have a question,” I said as he was in mid-sentence explaining something about why it’s important to not put random objects in the microwave.
“Yes, Jack?” I could hear the annoyance in his voice.
“What about Elle?”
“What about her?”
“When can I see her?”
I saw his eyes soften at my mention of her. “I have already emailed her the schedule of where we will be and when so that she can fly out to wherever we are whenever she can. The new bus has slightly bigger bunks so that she can probably stay in yours with you, or she can stay in a hotel. It’s up to you and her. But she is more than welcome to join us anytime.”
“Okay, thanks.”
He sighed and continued on with his spiel about drunken bus etiquette and I zoned out again. Sixteen months is a long time to be without Elle. Probably the longest we’ve ever gone in a long time. I really hope her boss will let her come out to see us every weekend. The North American leg of the tour will be fine, she can hop on a plane easily. But what about when we go to Europe? Or Japan? Australia? I just wish she would quit her job and come with me full time. It would make things so much easier. But I understand where she’s coming from. She’s not the dependent type- it’s one of the reasons I love her so much. She understands that this is my life, but so far in our “official relationship” that hasn’t been an issue. She’s been here with me the entire time. I just hope that we can put our words in to practice and really make this work. What would I do without her?