I've been to 9 Warped Tours, but I would've loved to have gone in 2000!! A.F.I, CKY, Flogging Molly, Six Feet Under!!!!, Green Day, Weezer, Less Than Jake, T.S.O.L, Anti Flag.. I've only seen 3 of the bands I listed here, would love to see the others.
Summary: Stories with your fav based on the song 'Lover is a day' by Cuco (Requested) (Words: 2.2k)
Ashton (His POV)
“Lovely day today, perfect time to open up to you.
But I know you’re having fun wouldn’t wanna mess this up for you.
But I’m happy that you’re happy and at least I do that much for you.
Always glad you’re with me this emotion will be gone before you know.”
“Are you ready, love?” (Y/N) asks me, placing her hand softly on my back. I feel startled, gasping under her touch, even though it could be compared to being grazed by a feather.
“Did I scare you? I am so sorry, thought you heard me when I called your name.” (Y/N) apologizes, smiling at me as I turn to look at her. She stares at me softly, a smile curling her lips up, which only makes me mirror it, the contagiousness of it never fails to affect me.
“I was just thinking… Don’t worry about it.” I mumble, leaning in to press a kiss on her forehead.
“Thinking about what?” She asks, a playful smirk appearing on her lips.
“Thinking about which road we should take to get to the beach faster…” I reply, picking up the bag with our beach stuff.
“If you really think about it, this is our first road trip together… Even if it is a mini one.” (Y/N) murmurs, scrolling through her playlist as I drive us out of town.
“Complaining?” I ask her, heart fluttering in my chest at the thought of disappointing her, or letting boredom penetrate into our relationship.
“No, just saying…” She chirps, leaning her head against my shoulder. I take my eyes off the road for a split second, just to take a look at her; the way the sun hits her skin, the way her smile changes her face into a soft, almost childish look, the way she looks so calm, so warm…
“Let’s find a secluded place. Let it be just me and you for a moment.” I suggest, craving a moment of privacy with her, craving having the chance of having a real word with her, without fearing whether we will be seen or heard, or attract attention on us.
“Sounds dreamy…” She replies, pecking on my arm softly.
I set the stuff in the sand, laying the towels down and stripping out of my clothes. (Y/N) runs straight to the water, her little sundress flowing behind as she skips happily into the ocean. The fabric sticks to her skin, gluing on her body but she still lets the waves crash on her body and she still beams with happiness.
I yearned for the minute it would be me and her, and I could finally open up to her, spill the words that are eating my mind, tell her everything I have in my brain.
But I would be damned if I ruined her joy but crashing her under the weight of all the thoughts in my head.
So, I just keep my mouth shut, dropping my clothes in the bag and walking to her, pulling her into a hug as she giggles.
“And I was just about to ask you if you’d join me…” She chuckles, grazing her fingers softly under my jaw.
“I just need a moment… I just needed a moment to soak you in and all the happiness you radiate…” I murmur and she hums softly.
“The happiness won’t go away, you have time to soak it in…” She replies, standing on her toes and planting a kiss on my lips.
Oh, baby… Happiness is nothing but a loan.
Calum
Furthering my distance from you.
Realistically, I can’t leave now.
But I am okay as long as you
keep me from going crazy.
My keys jingle as I try to unlock the door, making me curse myself for making a sound. It is well past 2 in the morning, she is probably fast asleep long ago; knowing her routine, she has less than 4 hours to get up and get ready for work.
I don’t know why I kept myself out of the house for so many hours. I was supposed to be back and have a date night with her at 9, give her the attention she has been asking me for so long.
I find the lights open when I enter the house, making my breath hitch to the back of my throat. I know that this is enough for us to pick up a fight; honestly, being out of reach for so many hours would be reason enough for anyone to justly pick up a fight.
I leave my keys on the little counter by the door as quietly as I can. Walking inside the living room, I feel my body giving up, suddenly becoming a bit too tired to function. She is laying on the couch, only her robe covering her body, protecting her from the breeze entering the window in this Californian night. A glass of wine is resting on the floor by her, half-empty and with her fingers touching the bubble. Her face is still covered with makeup, her dark red lipstick smudged to the side of her mouth, probably staining the sleeve of her garment as her hand is supporting her head.
I feel my shoulders dropping, the breath I was holding finally coming out of my lungs as I take the sight; there is not a single doubt that she still feels like home to me, the familiar warmth that is spreading in my guts feeling too comforting for me to quit her just yet. But the feeling of this home has been fading, little by little.
The place where it is supposed to consist of me and her, just us, suddenly feeling overcrowded.
But the familiarity of it is the last bit of sanity I have left, making me crave it like an addict.
I pick up the glass from the floor and take it to the kitchen, spilling the remains of the booze down the drain. I take a deep breath, my hand going straight to my temples and rubbing them to fight the headache that has started forming, making my head feel like it is throbbing.
I release a huff before I drag my feet to the living room, leaning down to pick her up. She deserves to sleep on a bed, she deserves to rest, she deserves everything I can offer, but there is not much I have left for her.
Luke
Time changed
We’re different
But my mind still says redundant things
Can I not think?
Stumbling at her doorstep at midnight, all I wish for is for her to open the door. My hands are in my pockets, face flushed and a heartbeat that echos like a drum inside my chest, but my mind keeps screaming at me to get to her, see her once more.
I press my finger on the doorbell, praying she will open her door; honestly, I know that if I was her, I wouldn’t want to hear another word, but I hoping that her heart is still as big as I was when we were together.
The door opens hesitantly, only a small gap from the frame to the actual door letting her peek at me.
“Luke?” She asks, as if she is trying to realize what is going on.
“Can I come in?” I ask, twisting my fingers as I feel nervousness wash all over me. She doesn’t let a word out, only stares at me and sighs before moving away and allowing me to get in.
I look around me, her house feeling cold, just as her presence around me.
“Luke, what are you doing here?” She asks, already sounding done with me.
“I wanted to see you.” I turn to look at her, sniffling as she stares at me blankly.
“I think you should leave, Luke. This is not good, for neither of us. And please, just… leave me alone… We broke up.” She lets out, pointing to her door. I shift my gaze between her and the exit and decide to plant my feet where I am standing and just speak out of my heart, tell her everything that dances in my mind.
“I know that, I know we broke up. And I want you to know that not seeing you is not good for me, so I guess seeing you can’t be worse than that. I have been going through every moment that led to our break up, every little detail, up until the point you said those words. And honestly, I don’t know why you and I couldn’t make it past the problems… I don’t know how we came to that. It tears me apart, laying in an empty bed every night and just imagining how things could have gone a different way. It’s always been you and I, since the very beginning, and I hate that I have to be in a world where I have to leave without you. So, please, don’t tell me that seeing you is not good for me. Please, don’t ask me to leave when all I want is to stay.” I let the words out of my mouth, shaking as I try to put them in order, make a sense out of what I am trying to tell her.
“You and I, Luke… We are not the same anymore. We are not who we were when we got together. I looked at you and all I saw was a stranger. I tried to blame it on the years that went by, on the fame that has been a part of you all of a sudden and how it changed you… But it was more than that. Luke, I am different too. I am not the same person as I was in the beginning, I barely recognize myself. And the person I have become really can’t be with the person you have turned into. So just, just go. The more you think about me, the more you see me, the harder it gets. Please, go, move on. You have a great life, great friends, a great career. Soon you will have a great special someone, who is going to take away the memory of me and you. Please, Luke. Don’t go through the trauma of that night all over again.” She states, moving to the door and opening it for me. For a moment, I beg myself to stay there, remain motionless. But seeing her look at me, pleading me to leave her house, makes me drag my feet across the floor toward the door.
I lean down pressing a kiss on her forehead.
“Take care.” I whisper before walking through the door.
“You too.” She replies, seconds before she shuts the door.
Michael
Cause you immediate presence lifts me straight away from hell
Me & Mr. Heart, we say the cutest things about you
How you seem unreal and we’d probably die so quick without you
Suffocated from the radiated air around us.
Holy fuck, look at her… She is the most gorgeous being in the whole entire world. Nothing else has any meaning right now, but her. She glows, radiating enough light to power the whole room. And the way her dress flows behind her, the way her hair would make any angel jealous. Fuck, I can’t wait for her to be mine, to hold and love for the rest of my life.
She finally reaches the end of the aisle, stopping for a moment and smiling at me. I am too scared to move, the fear of this being just a dream that I will wake up from if I move too suddenly turning me into a stone.
She walks up the few steps that lead to me, and I swear to God, I’ve never felt the urge to kiss her this badly ever before.
“You look… Freaking breathtaking…” I gasp, taking her hands in mine.
“You don’t look that bad yourself as well.” She giggles, biting her bottom lip.
“Are you ready?” The ordain asks us, making both of us nod in unison, my heart beating excitedly for what is about to happen.
“Friends, family, loved ones. We gathered here today to celebrate the love of two young people. Seeing them together, experiencing their true, unique love, brings me a loss of words. So, I was more than relieved when they asked me to let them do all the talking, speak from their hearts. It is my pleasure and privilege to let this amazing couple take the spotlight.” The ordain smiles at us, gesturing for me to speak up.
"My love... I have been waiting for this day since the day I met you. The first time I saw you, my heart fluttered, I felt warm and fuzzy, I felt like I was in a trance. I have been craving you ever since, I think my life has gotten more complete since you have gotten into it. You have this magical power, this magic force that dwells within you that no matter what I am going through, no matter how bad things are, you lift me up, you make me feel a hundred times better. God, I don't know how you can be so positive, so loving, so amazing... I love you with every fiber of my being, and I vow to keep on loving you, keep on being your number 1 fan until the end of time. I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you, my angel." I finish off, bringing her hand to my lips, smiling at her as she seems a little too emotional, almost about to cry.
