Everything in my life goes wrong. Everything. But, when I'm with my friends, I feel happy. They don't care if I mess up, they'll support me either way. I try to keep a happy face for them, but most of the time, when they're not by me, my face falls...
"So, not to sound rude, but why are you girls here," I ask.
"We heard you were sick, so we banned together and made you some food and drinks to help with it," Lexa says, making me smile.
"Thank you for that, but I don't need it. Wait, how did all of you find out I was sick," I ask.
"I heard Corey say you were sick, so I contacted the other girls and we, as Lexa said, banned together to help you get better, faster. We know when one of us gets sick, it takes a few days to really feel better, so that's why we got so much food and drinks for you," Scarlett says.
"Wow, I never thought the significant others of the guys would treat me so well. I thought you guys would try to make me stop seeing them and going on tour," I say, all of them laughing.
"We would never do that," Stacy says.
"From the moment we saw you in court, we knew you're the nicest, most helpful woman they could ever have on tour, and as a friend," Chantel says.
"They say you're a happiness magnet, their guardian angel to keep them from doing stupid shit. You're everything to them, and to us," Lexa says.
"And if anyone would do anything to you, we would personally kill them when we find them," Christina says.
"You don't know how much what all of you said means to me. The guys are stubborn when it comes to expressing feelings," I say, all of them group hugging me.
"Hey, I have an idea," Chantel says.
"We should pamper you before you go on tour. Like, braid your extremely long hair," Chantel continues, making me smile.
"It's not that long," I say, all of them looking at me like I'm crazy.
"Are you sure? Because that looks like long hair," Lexa says, holding my hair up.
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"Okay fine, I have long hair. But, I just got it cut yesterday. It used to be down to the floor," I say. It's now down to my ankles, and it's grown from Arron not being here. I used to have it down to my butt on tour, but when I got home it's grown a lot.
"How do you keep it so smooth, soft, things like that," Stacy asks.
"I try to wash it when the guys are on stage in a community shower place, and I would straighten it after to keep it manageable," I say, Chantel gesturing to the floor, two pillows for sitting. I sit on the farther one and Chantel sits on the other one, all of us talking about the tour coming up in 13 days.
"Are you excited for the World Domination Tour," Chantel asks.
"Yeah I am. I have a feeling I'm going to get more presents, but I don't think my house can fit that many shoes in it, especially not my closet," I say, all of them laughing.
"What shoes are you bringing along," Lexa asks.
"Some platforms, more cool than weird heels, and my Air Walks," I say.
"Are you going to bring along your Anti-Sid shoes," Scarlett asks.
"Nah, they're cute, but I wouldn't want Sid to hurt his feet if he jumps on them," I say, hearing 'aww's from them.
"This is why they love you like a sister. You're so kind to them, and you try to keep them happy and safe at the same time. I don't know how you don't look like an 80 year old woman from how many wrinkles you would get," Stacy says.
"All of us have the worry line, and Chantel has the 'What The Fuck' line along with me," Christina says, making me laugh.
"I'm sure by the end of the tour, I'll have the 'What The Fuck' line on my face," I say, Chantel extending her hand for a hairtie.
"Done already," I ask, handing her a small hairtie.
"Hell no. I'm about a fourth way done, and I'm doing a french braid," she says, setting the hairtie on her crossed legs and pulling my hair fairly tight.
"I have a daughter that loves getting her hair braided weird styles, so I should be done in a couple minutes."
We talk until she gets halfway done with my hair. That's when someone knocks on my door.
"I'll get it," Scarlett says, standing and walking to the door.
She opens it and I hear talking, specifically Corey's voice very worried. Soon, all of the guys walk in and hug and kiss their girlfriends and wives, Shawn kissing Chantel's forehead.
"You girls have no idea how worried they were," Sid says, sitting beside me and looking at my long hair being braided.
"Whoa, how is it so long," he asks.
"My hair grows really fast. The doctors never found a reason how, but most of my friends call me Rapunzel because, well, my hair's long, golden and straight," I say, Sid looking astonished.
"And yes, I just got it cut. It used to be down to the floor on tour if you remember," I say.
"Oh yeah it was! You would put it up into, like, two pigtails when wearing a mask and they went down to your lower ribs," he says, putting a hand on his shaved head.
"Me on the other hand..." he says, gesturing to his nonexistent hair.
"At least you don't have to shower often. Community showers are just," I say, shuddering at the thought of the showers.
"Eew," Sid says.
"Yeah. In San Antonio, oh lord of the dead. It. Was. Fucking. Disgusting," I say, making Sid laugh.
