Tour Love ( John O'Callaghan/The Maine )

Chapter 9

"Why don't you like hospitals?" John asked, sipping his drink. I was sitting next to him at the bar. Both of us with a cup of whisky in our hands.

I cleared my throat. "My grandma died in one when I was young. She was like a second mom to me. It left a big scar." I gulped down the burning substance. "I can't set foot in any hospital. Everything takes me back to that horrid, horrid day."

"Victoria," John said solemnly. "I am so sorry."

I nodded, pushing back the tears that were threatening to fall down.

Immediately -not liking all the bad memories that were surfacing up again- I asked the bartender for something really strong. The minute he set the cup down in front of me, I gulped it down without a second thought.

I would've asked for more, but John stopped me.

"I'm fine." I said, looking at him with a cheeky smile. "I can handle it!"

"No, I think we should go back." John said, paying for out drinks then getting up from his seat.

"Noooo." I whined. I finally felt free! Why was he trying to take that away from me? "I feel really good!" I jumped a little, clapping my hands together.

"Victoria." He gave me a stern, but worried look. But, to me, he looked so cute, that I couldn't help but laugh at him.

Suddenly, I saw three John's.

"Whoa. Why are there so many of you?" I asked him in awe. "I didn't know you were a triplet!!"

"What the heck did you give her?" I heard all three John's ask the bartender. But I didn't stick around to hear what the bartender had to say.

I walked around the bar, trying to see if I could find anyone I knew. But, it was just so crowded in here... So many people were triplets.

My thoughts were cut short when I tripped on a kid, almost making us both fall to the floor.

"Oh, imsorrykid." I slurred, looking at him. My eyes widened in realization. "You shouldn't be herrrreee! There's drunk peepule!!" I exclaimed.

"There you are!" John wrapped his arm around my shoulder. "Don't leave my side."

"Johhhhnnnnn, whyisthere akidhere?" I pointed the boy.

It took awhile for John to understand what I was saying. What's so hard to get? Does he not see the kid? Is he drunk?!

He chuckled, "That's a chair, Tori. It has permission to be here."

I frowned, "Areyousure? It needstobe twentyone in order tobe herrree."

He threw his head back and laughed. I couldn't help but stare at him. He was so handsome.

"I'm very sure." He said, still smiling.

"You're cutteee." I slurred, saying exactly what was on my mind.

"Thank you." He cheeks turned a slight pink.

"What's wrong with her?" Noah asked, coming up next to my side.

"The bartender gave her something really strong, and added a little "something" to make her feel "better."" John said, annoyed.

"What do you mean?" Noah furrowed his eyebrows together. "He drugged her?!"

"Yes."

"That son of a bitch!" Noah said, seemingly pissed.

"No cursing!!" I pointed at him accusingly. "Do you kiss your motherwiththatmouth?!"

"Sorry." He rolled his eyes at me.

"It's okay!" I jumped up and down. "Hug!"

Unfortunately, I missed Noah completely, and ended up falling on the floor.

"Oh gosh." Noah said, helping me up from the floor with the help of John.

"I'll take her back." John suggested, grabbing my shoulders.

"I'll go with you." Noah sighed. "Just let me tell the guys."

"It's okay, you stay here." John said. "I'll take care of her. Don't worry."

"Are you sure?" Noah asked, looking at me with worry.

"Yeah, its fine."