You Could Be My Mistake

Chapter 7

lucy's pov:

i woke up feeling quite ill. i looked around seeing that i was on the tour bus. i thought we were at tyler's? i felt an arm tighten on me. i looked up and saw a very peaceful tyler sleeping. there was lip stick on his lips, cheek, in his beard. my lip stick. oh no, what'd we do last night? i tried to remember, but i only remember tyler buying us drinks and then him and i dancing. and that creepy guy trying to get with me and how tyler saved me. i sighed thinking hard if we accidentally had had sex or not. please not!

"if you're thinking we had sex, we didn't."

i jolted startled, he really needs to stop doing that. i looked up at him and saw his eyes were still closed. i was relieved that we didn't.

"we were going to, but i decided to be a good friend and not take advantage of you."

he yawned and slowly opened his eyes blinking, he looked down at me. i smiled knowing tyler would never take advantage of me. i must've been all over him last night judging from the amount of lip stick on him.

"i mean, it could have been a love, sex, riot."

tyler let out a chuckle and i felt him stretch with a smile on his face. he yawned again and then sat up, making me sit up with him. he looked at me and laughed.

"good god, your face!"

i forgot about all the make up jeffree piled on my face. i bet i look like a clown now. i looked at him, and he laughed more. he then got up and extended his arm out helping me up.

"let's wash your face off."

we walked to the bathroom where it smelt like shit! i gagged,

"who shit in here?"

i asked and again tyler laughed,

"no one! you puked."

i stopped and looked at him, he nodded. i blushed red in embarrassment. tyler hugged me whilst i hid my face.

"aww, it's okay! i took care of ya."

i smiled and he pulled away turning on the water and grabbing a hand towel, along with a tube of face wash. it was jeffree's.

"let me see your hair tie."

i took my hair tie off my wrist and handed it to tyler. i watched him through the mirror. he gently grabbed my hair, pulled it back and put it into a messy bun. i was almost impressed. he picked up the towel and put it under the now warm water, rung it out, then held it.

"close your eyes, baby love."

he told me, i did and felt the warm cloth on my face as he gently rubbed my face, dampening my face. then, i felt a cold draft, hinting his set the cloth down. i felt his hands wet but warm from the water on my face to wet it more.

"alright, don't open your eyes yet."

i heard the tube open, then the sound of squishing and hands slidding together. i felt the cool cream on my face with the little scrubbing beads. after about 4 minutes, he rinsed my face. i thought about what jeffree said again about giving tyler a chance. tyler was drying my face now with a new towel.

"tyler?"

he hummed in response. how do i even go about this? straight forward? staight forward.

"what are you doing tonight?"

he stopped and looked at me through the mirror and smiled continuing,

"why?"

"i was just wondering if you'd like to go out to eat or something?"