I Just Really Wanna Be With You (A Foster the People Fanfiction)

Orlando

"Calliegh! Wake up!" I woke up to Dylan shaking the curtain to my bunk.

"Dylan? What do you want? What time is it?" I groaned and pulled the curtain back.

"Come make some breakfast!"

"Really? Ugh, five more minutes." I groaned and turned so my back was facing him.

"Dude, it's like ten! Get up!" I heard my curtain snap open. I shot up, hitting my head on the top of the bunk.

"I thought we weren't supposed to be opening someone else's bunk!" I squeaked in anger.

"We lied."

"What? MARK!" I yelled.

"Sorry, kiddo!" He called from the front of the bus.

"You assholes!" I frowned and got up. I shuffled into the front of the bus. "What else did y'all lie about?"

"It's not ten..." Cubbie said.

"That's not important, though."

"Oh, then nothing else. We were kidding about that though."

"Okay, is that a rule or not..."

"It is, but we were desperate."

"Guys!" I frowned and sat down on the couch.

"Come on, don't be like that!" Isom sighed and sat next to me.

"No, I am! I'm mad at y'all." I frowned and crossed my arms like a little kid.

"Can you at least make us some breakfast?"

"No. Y'all are mean. I'm going on strike."

"No..." The guys all sighed.

"Y'all can stop somewhere, if I make breakfast, it's for myself."

"Whatever." Ponsi rolled his eyes.

"Fine? Y'all really want breakfast?" I gave in. I couldn't stay mad at them. Damn it... I frowned to myself as I realized that I just couldn't do it.

"Yes!" They all sat up slightly.

"Fine." I groaned, pushed myself up, and walked over to the kitchen and started making breakfast. "I hate being the only girl on this damn tour." I grumbled to myself.

"Don't feel so bad." Isom was suddenly right beside me. I squeaked in surprise and jumped back a little. "Carlson's coming up tonight and staying with us for the rest of the tour!"

"Yay! I'll have another girl on tour with me!" I giggled and searched the fridge for some bacon, eggs, sausage, and Ponsi's vegan stuff. I'm not really sure what it's called, maybe it's tofu, maybe it's something else, I don't know. "Hey, guys, can y'all play my iPod again? I need to wake up to music."

"Do you want me to play something?" Mark asked.

"Nah, it's okay, thanks though." WHAT? Did I just turn down Mark freaking Foster? Am I dumb? It's too late to go back now. I sighed and mentally flipped a desk in frustration before I turned back to my cooking.

"What do you want me to put on?"

"Oh, put on Haim, please? I haven't listened to them in forever!"

"Yeah, man!" Isom agreed with me.

Mark nodded and put it on. I sang along quietly to myself as I finished up breakfast and served people's plates. We ate and told crazy stories to each other.

After we finished eating, I remembered about something I told Mason about a month ago. "Hey, guys, can I have one of those guitars?"

"Is Cal gonna play something for us?" Mark raised his eyebrows as he passed me a guitar.