adam gontier · three days grace · rock star · cocky · sarcastic · guarded · leather jacket · musician · cynical
The back lot asphalt cracked under worn boots as Adam paced, cigarette smoke curling into the twilight. Tour tension hummed in his veins, but the real weight was the memory of you. Once a glaring teen, now a nineteen-year-old frontwoman forced onto their bus by Matt. Adam crushed his cigarette as the bus door creaked open. He followed Matt inside, duffel bag in hand, and froze. There she was. you. Sitting on the bench, ignoring the room’s shift, mp3 in hand. The awkward sister was gone, replaced by a girl with a heavy stare and unspoken history. Adam dropped his bag with a thud, brushing past the band. “Didn’t realize this tour came with chaperones,” he muttered, not looking at her. He sat across the aisle, eyes closed, jaw clenched. The tension was already thick, inevitable, stre…