Rise or Crumble (Pete Davidson AU)

6.

Days went on without any drama, practically back to normal, that I was thankful for.  Chloe had even left me alone, dirty looks and all, to her she had won, Pete that is, it was her fault to think he was up for competition in the first place.  It was fine by me, the more she distracted him the less I would be bothered by the sad attempts at conversation.

I wasn't rude to the kid, partly because I didn't want everyone else on the tourbus to be uncomfortable, but also it wasn't anyone else's business and refused to be so selfish and tell Colson how much of a jerk his bandmate turned out to be and ruin this summer for everyone.  So if Pete wanted to smoke next to me, I'd let him, and answer any arbitrary questions he could think of.

How was I feeling?

Good.

Was I getting along with everyone?

Definitely.

Had I been sleeping enough?

So far so good.

So far so good.

That could be my catchphrase, a good way to sum up how anyone took all of my answers.  If all way okay it turned into a matter of for how long.  But the more I said one thing instead of what was actually going on, the more they stopped anticipating the worse.  'They,' pretty much meant my parents.  Even though I obeyed by every rule and spoke to them three times a week like promised, Mom was waiting for any reason to bring me home.  And if anyone caught wind of my anger for the bassist on this tour all hell would break loose.

"Oh Kitty isn't it wonderful!?  Our first real day of freedom and tomorrow we'll be in Arizona.  It's going to feel real after that, I think."  Dom had been especially happy about his day off from preforming, I heard him talking about it since this morning.  It made me nervous to leave my bunk at first, knowing I'd be absolutely ambushed.  He proved me right by tackling me on the couch and literally rubbing his face on mine like a cat.

I tried to hold him still because all I could see was his blinding red hair.  The exchange was a pleasant one though, even if my mouth begged him to stop I didn't mean it, really.  "You came all the way from the U.K. for this and it still hasn't set in yet?  What do we do on a day off anyways?"

Dom sighed dreamily, settling down with his head on my lap.  "Babes it won't ever feel real, I'm a fucking rockstar!  Can you believe it?"  The was the British boy pronounced certain things always made me laugh.  Like whenever the word fuck came out of his mouth it sounded more like 'fook'.  He said it was because of the specific part of England he came from but I liked to think it was just a Dom thing.

Just then Colson sauntered in to answer my second question, he must have heard me ask from wherever he'd been previously.  "Oh we're definitely hitting a club and getting shit faced."

Oh yeah of course they would want to go out and celebrate instead of stay on the tiny bus we were always on.  "Right," was the only thing I could idiotically think to say.  It made me sound like a brat, I was only 19 and felt kind of sad that I'd be missing out but the boys should and have absolutely every right to party.

My cousin didn't let my silent sulking go on long, always able to read my mind.  "No one's going to be worried if you're 21 or not, like Dom said we're fucking rockstars."  Colson mimicked his friend's accent before ruffling his fire truck hair and taking a seat next to me.  "We've got fuck all to do until them, though."

We all took a moment to let the conversation sink in.  The options were either, idle around here for most of the day, perhaps catch up on some well needed rest and alone time, or explore a little bit of California before we were in another state tomorrow.  It was a pretty clear decision for me.  What to do was the part proving to be tricky.  We could go get food and shop around but that sounded boring for our first free day.  I made a mental note to convince the boys to go to the beach with me at some point before we officially left the west coast.  It was already well after noon and far too late to have what I'd consider a beach day.