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Highway Option?
By ConsiderYourselfBitten

 


Hayley Williams just turned eighteen. She had it all. Fame. Money. Great man-candy. Oh, yeah. It was life, right?

Her right-hand-man, Jeremy Davis, was sitting on the tour bus. At the table. They stopped at a gas station to get gas and junk food for the bus. Hayley had just returned. She had Vitamin Waters coming out the wah-zoo, and enough snacks to feed teenage boys. "Is all that for you?" Jeremy asked.

Hayley nodded, a triumphant grin tracing her full lips. "Oh yes. Jeremy, this is the life," she told him. He laughed, but otherwise didn't retort to her comment. "Hey, uh, what was Zac talking about earlier?"

Jeremy cut his eyes at her and shrugged. A gesture known on the bus as Not something you need to know. "Geez," she said, "I was just asking."

He sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "I can't say," he told her quietly. "It's a guy thing."

"Whatever," Hayley shrugged. She trudged back to her bunk.

As she did so, the driver walked on the bus. "Bad news, Jeremy," he said, "One of the tires has a hole in it and we don't have a spare."

"Are you kidding me?" Jeremy groaned, "How long are we going to be here?" The driver glanced at his watch and shrugged. "Oh. My. God. I can't believe this."

"Could be all night. Depending on how long it takes the tow company to free their schedule," the driver said, walking off the bus.

"Great," Jeremy muttered. "Hayley!" He called, "Get in here!"

Hayley, frustrated, marked her place in her book and set it aside. "What?! You better have a good excuse-I was just getting into Invisible Monsters. She was just about to pass the Canadian border with Brandy Alexander and Seth Thomas," she grumbled, as she walked in the front of the bus.

"You might as well get comfortable," Jeremy said, "we'll be here a while. There's a hole in the tire, and we have no spare."

"You're not serious," Hayley countered.

Jeremy nodded solemnly and said, "Heart attack serious."

Suddenly, an idea hit Hayley. "Let's call Brendon and Ryan since we're in Vegas," she suggested. Jeremy just gave her this look. "What?" She asked, "You got any better ideas?"

o.O

Brendon and Ryan were walking through the mall in Henderson when Ryan's phone rang. "Hello?" He asked, "Who's this?"

"Ryro, buddy, we're stuck in Vegas with no spare and we're bored to hell-and this is Jeremy," the phone repeated Jeremy's words. While he was explaining Paramore's unfortunate predicament, Ryan found a table in the food court for him and Brendon and they sat and listened to Jeremy on speakerphone. "... And so Hayley was like 'Let's call Brendon and Ryan and see what they're up to'."

"Well," Brendon interjected, "I don't see why not-we're just in the mall down the street." Ryan rolled his eyes, but he did see the logic in the younger boy's words. So the two of them set out for Ryan's Mercedes' after letting Jeremy go.

o.O

Hayley, still being in her pj's, went to her suitcase to change. She pulled out a pair of black skinny jeans and a lavender V-neck. She slipped out of her pj's and into her other clothes. She wouldn't admit it to anyone, but she had a small puppy crush on Ryan Ross. But who could blame her? She wouldn't try anything, because she has a boyfriend. But if she was single, she'd try something.

There was a knock on the tour bus door, followed by, "Hurry, Hayley," from Josh. She checked herself in the mirror in the bathroom and then went outside. Just as she shut the door, Ryan's car pulled into the parking lot of the small gas station. Perfect timing, she thought dryly.

"Howdy kids," Ryan greeted stupidly from the inside of his car. "What seems to be yer problem?"

Brendon stepped out before he could be counted in as a part of Ryan's joke. "You embarrass me," he said, to his older band mate. Everyone laughed at the irony of Brendon's statement and Hayley motioned the guys in the bus.

The inside of the bus wasn't all that clean. There were take-out wrappers and empty drink bottles everywhere. "Sorry it's not clean," Zac said from behind Jeremy. "We, uh, don't really take care of the bus."

"Yeah, we can see that," Brendon said. "So," he said, "You're stuck here, with nothing to do, and you called us..." Hayley and Jeremy nodded. "We should... Uhh...-"

"We should have a party," Ryan said, "my place."

o.O

Ryan called everyone he knew, and told them to call everyone they knew. This was going to be the party of the summer. Brendon knew it. Hayley knew it. Jeremy knew it. Everyone in Las Vegas was going to know it.

"Beer," Ryan said to Brendon and Jon. "We'll need lots of it."

Hayley seemed to walk in at the opportune moment. "Wait," she interjected. "Some people are underage."

"Your point?" Jon asked, "A few drinks won't hurt you, will it?"

Hayley looked skeptical, but shrugged, all the same. "I guess not, but if we get busted-it's your fault," she directed to all three.

o.O

The party started at six. People didn't start arriving until almost seven, though. Hayley was sitting in a corner sipping a Vitamin Water, when Ryan came over to her. "Hey," he said, "why are you just sitting here?" She shrugged and took another swig of her drink. Ryan stood up and held his hand out. "C'mon," he told her, "dance a little."

Hayley gave him a look, but didn't object. She stood up and followed Ryan to the center of his living room. She didn't know what his plans were, or what he was trying to get at, asking her to dance, but quite frankly, she didn't care, either. Ryan had a red plastic cup in his hands that could only be beer, and he wasn't saying much, he was just dancing. "Ryan," Hayley shouted over the music, "how many drinks have you had?"

"This is the first," he shouted back. As more people crowded the living room, Hayley was pushed closer to Ryan. Though Ryan didn't seem to mind, she felt a little awkward. The song changed, to a slower tune, and Ryan set his drink down at the nearest table, and then took Hayley's and did the same. He linked his arms around her petite waist, and moved to the beat of the song. Hayley clasped her hands together behind Ryan's neck, and swayed along with him. All around them, there were couples dancing slowly, and in close proximity. Hayley thought that she and Ryan were the only two people who weren't nuzzling each other's necks. She wouldn't mind if they were, either.

Yes, she would. She has a boyfriend, she reminded herself. A good, loyal, cute, smart, talented boyfriend.

Who is she kidding? She has a crush on Ryan, and he wanted to dance with her, when he knows so many other prettier, taller, skinner girls. He's probably drunk. Wait, there's no probably about it. Ryan Ross, the host of the party, her crush, is D-R-U-N-K. End of story. Period. He's been drinking all night.

Hayley examined his eyes. They weren't bloodshot. Or even that red. Just the usual shade of honey color, that contrasts with his pale skin. She pushed a stray strand of hair out of his eyes, and he smiled down at her. Ryan leaned down, and Hayley was stunned by shock. She had no idea what he was going to do. "Hey," he said into her ear, "let's go upstairs. I can show you my room."

Hayley didn't object, or say anything really, she just followed.

o.O

(One month after touring ended)

Hayley and Ryan did something they probably shouldn't have. Hayley didn't break up with her boyfriend. She told him that they were drunk. He was mad, but didn't break up with her. She thought she wouldn't blame him if he did.

She was sitting on her couch, watching TV, when her phone rang. "Hello?" She asked, "May I ask who's speaking?"

"Hayley," a familiar voice said, "what are you doing tonight?"

THE

END

 

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