Party 'til you pass out / When the party's over

Alison

During the days after Oliver's bad trip there was a weird vibe hanging around the band; Jona was super annoyed and ignoring Oliver, Nicholls seemed not to care much since this hadn't been the first time, Lee was a bit worried about him and Kean just held his opinion to himself, not wanting to cause more negativity between the bandmembers during the last ten days of Warped Tour.

Oliver was either asleep or away, and no one knew where he went. He only showed up to perform, which was lacking energy, and Patrick was getting fed up with it. He called Oliver out when he was around, but Oliver didn't seem to care anymore, not even when Patrick threathened him with consequences when they got home.

I was torn between feeling sorry for him and being really annoyed with him, since Oliver seemed troubled and depressed, but was also the cause of the ever-lingering tension in the bus - and the bus was way too small to be able to contain that tension. Everyone was on edge, and it felt like the bomb could explode every damn second.

What confused me even more was the feeling that I was actually caring about Oliver. I had calmed him down after his bad trip, even spent the night in his bunk to keep him comfortable - which had caused me to get weird looks from especially Jona the next morning. Even though I still wasn't really a fan of Oliver due to all that had happened between us before, it felt like it was my duty somehow to be there for him, because half of the people he relied on had turned away from him because of his unpredictable behaviour and mood swings. I understood them, but I also didn't want Oliver to feel like he was all alone. Who knows what he would be doing to himself if he had no one to support on anymore?

Rumours of Oliver going bad and punching Ronnie in the face had spread around Warped, and Ronnie was throwing me and Oliver shady glares whenever we were near each other. It made people not really wanting to hang out with Oliver anymore, because Ronnie - being the cunt that he obviously was - had told everyone Oliver had attacked him for no reason, and that Oliver was highly labile and a danger to others. I got bad vibes from Ronnie that made me shiver every time, so I made sure not to come too close to him. Only Austin and Alan knew what happened, and their already existing hatred against Ronnie grew even bigger. They made sure I was never alone on the festival grounds again, especially not at night. Either Austin or Alan walked me to my destination, and despite me mocking them for being overly concerned and protective, secretly I loved them looking after me.

With just four more days to go until Warped was over, I was soaking in every minute I got to spend with them anyway, since after this we would be separated by half the globe being in between us. I wasn't looking forward to going home; during the past weeks, every hot, chaotic day and every fun party and company had kind of kept my mind off what was awaiting me when I got home. But now the day of departure was closing in, there was no escaping it anymore; I had to go home and face Brian.

I had tried to call him in the past days to give him a heads up that I was coming home soon, but he hadn't answered me. Neither had he responded to my texts. It was making me mad, because even though I could understand his denial about wanting to talk to me, we still had to talk anyway. Our relationship had ended while I was at the other side of the world, and there were still things to be taken care of.

But for now I was trying to push these thoughts and the stress that came with it away and tried to enjoy the beautiful sunny day in Boston. Bring Me was supposed to perform at four thirty, and before their show Of Mice had to play a set, so I was looking forward to this afternoon.

Right now I was walking around the venue, watching people having fun, catching some shows, meeting up with people and photographing bands for fun. I was standing in the back of the crowd at a Sleeping With Sirenes show when someone grabbed my waist and I yelled, slapping the hands away before smacking a laughing Austin on his chest.