I'm Sorry- A Slipknot Story

Chapter 45

"My hands are starting to hurt," Sid says, halfway done with my hair.

He holds the braid with one hand and stretches the other, cracking his knuckles on the table. He does the same with the other and gets back to braiding, almost falling asleep a few minutes after.

"Sid, go to bed," I say, the other guys walking to the bunks.

"But I have to finish," he whines like a child. I take my hair and take a hairtie, tying it off where he stopped.

"I tied the braid off so you can finish it tomorrow. Go to bed," I say. 

He complies and climbs into his bed, turning over and falling asleep. I hear snoring, so I turn out the light and walk back to the lounge room. I pick up my bag and carry it with me, setting it on the table as I sit on the outside. I rummage through it and pick out my clothes for tomorrow, picking out my hoof shoes as I look in my bag for some pants. 

I find a pair of black leggings, so I fold them and put them under my shoes. I pick out a super soft, fuzzy black sweater and fold it, putting it under the shoes and leggings. I pick out a black lace hemmed underwear set and change into them, not being able to sleep yet. 

I put my dirty set in the bag and put them on the bottom, finding some black ankle socks to put on. I put them on and change into my pajamas, it just being bike shorts and a loose tank top. I sit back down and dig in my bag, finding a book called 'Heart In Atlantis' by Stephen King. I always liked reading Stephen King, and It gives me ideas on books in the future. Maybe someday I'll be a best selling author.

-morning-

I look up from my book and see Sid walking to me, rubbing his eyes and yawning.

"What are you doing up so early," I ask, him sitting beside me and grabbing my hair.

"I'm finishing the braid," he says, taking the hairtie out and braiding again. I shrug and keep reading the book, hearing someone else get up. I look up and there's Joey walking to us, holding all of the flowers I had in my hair before.

"Can I help," he asks, Sid standing and letting Joey sit in between us. As Sid braids, Joey puts flowers in it. I keep reading and in a half hour, Sid finishes the braid and Joey finishes putting the flowers in, putting the last one where Ari did before when I went on my date.

"What's going on in here," Corey asks, yawning after as he rubs his eyes with the backs of his hands.

"I just finished Liz's braid," Sid says. He's fully awake with happiness written on his face, making me happy to see that.

"Ooh. Ya know, I'm glad I took part in dying your hair," Corey says, seeing the rainbow twisted in the braid.

"To be honest, I'm also glad you guys dyed it, but also if you would've asked to do it, I would've let you kick free," I say, smiling as all three of them cover their crotches while they remember.

"That was uncalled for," Sid says.

"No, it was," I say.

"You could've just slapped us in the face. That would've been called for," Joey says, making me laugh. He still has the braids in, and I don't think he's going to try to take them out anytime soon.

"Yeah, but I can't take it back," I say.

"She's right about that," Shawn says, suddenly appearing by Corey. 

He and I are the only ones dressed, the others are in their pajamas. Sid, as he usually does, is wearing a dark blue t-shirt and Transformers pajama pants; Joey's wearing basketball shorts and a black t-shirt and Corey's wearing a black tank top and grey pajama pants. Shawn's dressed in his stage attire, and I'm dressed in what I picked out from last night.

---time skip---

We arrive at our destination and I put on my hoof shoes, hopping off the bus. Craig pulls me in for a hug and I rest my head on his shoulder, my face turned to his neck so I didn't get stabbed. The other guys step off and walk to us, Craig hugging tighter.

"Aww," they all say, making me roll my eyes.

"Shut up. He hugged me first," I say basically to Craig's neck. He lets go and Corey shivers, looking at me after.

"What is it with you guys and being heat vampires," I say, grabbing my coat, mask and makeup. I put my makeup on quickly and put on my coat, walking back to the guys and holding my mask.

"Ya know, your mask kinda looks like Joey's," Jim says. I look at Joey's and he looks at mine, us exchanging masks. He tries mine on and buckles it in the back, looking up at me after.

"How is your forehead's so big," I ask, pulling some of his hair out from the buckles and hiding it.

"Hey, my forehead's not big," he says, feeling the extra forehead showing.

"Hate to break it to ya, but it is," I say, patting his head and walking to the venue. Chris walks with me and starts telling me about his nose, which makes me smile.