if you follow me you'll only get lost ,

[REAGAN MICHELE TAYLOR]

IF I LET YOU IN, YOU'LL JUST WANT OUT
I TELL YOU THE TRUTH YOU'LL JUST FIGHT FOR A LIE IF I SPILL MY GUTS

Reagan wasn’t responsible. That was a word that basically defined the girl’s existence in the past twenty one years. Every single thing she did, the thought of being careful, taking care of herself, none of that ever crossed her mind whenever she did something. That was probably the one thing that she loved about touring. Once the performing, the signings, the meet and greets, when all of that was done, she was allowed to be as reckless and impulsive as she wanted without anyone really telling her not to be. Sure, she hated the order and schedules and the whole having to follow a set time table when it came to those said performing, signings, and meet and greets, but since it was playing the music she loved, with people she actually did care about, that made it worth it. The other thing that kind of drove her insane? Whenever the band had to do any of these thigns together, it was never at the same time. Her whole day of just aimlessly going around and doing whatever came to her mind kind of ended up revolving around music. That had been what had happened today. Performing in the mornings wasn’t exactly Rea’s favorite thing, mostly because she waot a morning person whatsoever. It took a lot to get her to wake up, mostly because she was a girl that couldn’t fall asleep at a decent hour like most normal human beings. That morning, it’d taken the usual effort of bugging Rea until she finally caved and got out of bed, got dressed half asleep, and went through sound check half asleep before finally performing the show.

After the show, Rea often found herself hanging out backstage after the shows. Sure, the band usually did not have to help put everything and way and such, but the one thing about Rea that was surprisingly uncharacteristic was the fact she often at least offered to help put stuff away. Course she was denied everytime, but it didn’t mean it stopped her from hanging out backstage. She was just never in a hurry, once the show was over, to actually go back to the bus and shower and then just sit around doing nothing for a full afternoon until she found something or someone to do that night. She was a time waster, it was true. She would just wait around there until she either got an idea for what to do, or someone to hang out with. And if that didn’t happen, she would be more than happy to go back to the buses, shower, and lie down in the bunks for the night doing whatever, whether it was watching television or complaining about there being nothing on television, or nothing to do (the complaining was what she was pretty good at, to be completely honest).

Running a towel over her hair, she sighed as she leaned against the huge amp that was backstage as her finger pressed buttons on her phone, texting back Jasey, trying to make plans. Jasey had probably been her one hope on making plans for the night, and it was a Jasey/Noah/Shay night, so it seemed that Rea was going to be on her own tonight. Sighing, she threw her towel somewhat dejectedly down on the amp as she shoved her phone into the back pocket of her jeans. Waving a hand absent mindedly at someone who was walking past her and saying hello, she started grabbing her stuff off the ground to head back to the buses. Stopping herself as she heard her name from somewhere behind her, she dropped her stuff as turned around, glancing up as she ran a hand through her damp hair. “Yeah, what’—” Looking at Aiden right in the eye, she stumbled over her words slightly as she glanced down almost as quickly as she looked up at him. For the past few weeks, she’d avoided him, almost as though he were the plague, almost perfectly. She hadn’t expected to run into him at all; she’d figured after basically almost running away from him every single time he tried to talk to her, he’d have given up trying to talk to her. Apparently not… glancing up, she shoved her hands into the pocket of her jeans , her eyes looking him over slowly.

“Aiden, hey..” The words left her mouth quietly, which was a feat all of its own; Rea wasn’t really a quiet person in general. When she wanted to be, she could be completely obnoxious, and sometimes not in the good way. But when the girl was caught off guard in this way, it seemed her brain did nothing but fail when it comes to her. She hadn’t legitimately talked to Aiden in… God, she didn’t even know how long it had been. Years, maybe? Yes, maybe. And she’d planned on keeping it that way. Well, that plan was out.. “What do you want, Aiden?” Forcing herself to keep her eyes on him instead of seeming as awkward as she was feeling, she bit her lip as she rocked back and forth on her heels.

words: 858 tagged: charzie/aiden c: notes: i'm so so so so so so so so so sorry this is god awful D: i promise they'll get better. they have to :c