A Devil's Love

Chapter 3

    Vinny and I make our way into a dressing room where the guys have decided to lounge in for the moment.

  "Oh hey," Justin greets us, "Was wondering where you snuck off to." Vinny smiles and jesters over to me with his free hand.

  "Gentlemen, we are finally gonna have a chick on the bus," he announces. The guys smile and just nod approvingly.

  "Sorry this was kind of thrown onto you guys, my friend that got me this gig forgot about setting up a travel arrangement ahead of time since she wasn't sure about how much room you guys would have," I apologize, putting my hands together, trying to read the room.

  "Don't worry about it, we don't mind. At least I don't," Chris shrugs.

  "Yeah," the guys join in unison.

  "And obviously since it was my genius idea, I don't mind," Vinny smiles.

  "I appreciate it," I smile looking at everyone. "But hey, you know what I'd also appreciate?" I ask looking at Vinny.

  "Huh?"

    "Your sweaty ass arm off me," I laugh, tossing his arm off of me and wiping the back of my leather jacket.

    "Be a gentleman, dude," Justin jabs, smiling with Ryan and Ricky. Vinny walks up to them, joking around and I notice Chris has silently left the room already. Huh, as introverted as I thought. My eyes lock in on one of the chairs at a vanity; there's a windbreaker that reads 'Motionless' on it. I'm not sure if he's heading back over here. .

     As the guys continue to joke, I grab the jacket and peek outside of the dressing room hoping to see Chris. Huh, I look both ways and look down at the seemingly large jacket in my hands.

  "You looking for Chris?" A voice asks from behind me. I almost jump and turn around to see Ryan.

  "Yeah," I lift up Chris' jacket. "Is he always that damn quiet?" I ask stifling a laugh.

"Yeah pretty much," Ryan answers, "He's probably already heading to the bus. You can go catch up to him, we're going to finish grabbing the rest of our shit."

I nod and dip out of the dressing room into the hallway. The waft of cool night air to the doors leads me outside and I'm greeted with the tour buses. The voices drifting outside of the buses make it clear whose bus is whose as I walk between them. Guess I should've asked where their bus was parked to begin with. I eventually determine the seemingly quiet bus is theirs and I softly knock on the bus door. The side of the bus is open, some equipment still needing to be put away by their crew. As I'm looking over, the bus door opens, a warm light and shadow pouring onto me.

   "That's where my jacket went," Chris chuckles. I smile up at him and hold it up to him.

  "It was on a chair, thought I should grab it so you didn't have to go back in," I say taking a single step up.

"Thanks," Chris grabs his jacket and holds out a hand, taking me by surprise before I accept it as I walk up the rest of the steps. I smile as he sets the jacket onto the small leather couch and quickly hide it once he turns around to face me again. "So, sleeping arrangement. I took the liberty of tidying up the bunk area a bit and we don't really have an extra bunk available."