On Tour with Demi Lovato

Ch24- Drunken Truths and Exposed Baggage.

CARSON'S POV

"I really don't think this is a good idea." Cherie stated, crossing her arms over her chest as I rummage through the suitcase I fished out from under the bus for a top to wear.

"Well it's not like we are directly affecting everyone. We will probs be up for the stadium walk through at 7, so yeah. You can come if you want." I stated, not really seeing the big deal in it all as I pulled out a tight black, low V-neck that showed off a little cleavage from the case and throwing it over my head.

"I'm not coming!" She exclaimed, looking almost shocked at my request. "I'm fairly sure this is a breach of the contract! This is, after all, a sober tour!"

I gave her a 'so?' look, knowing that nothing she could say could change my mind. I was way to tense and stressed out to even second guess my decisions. "It's not that big of a deal! It's just a drink at a pub with my mate."

"Your underage!" She exclaims.

"So? That's never been a big deal to you before. I'm over the legal limit in Adelaide." I reply, threading a silver stud into my ear and fixing my hair. God was I sick of my hair. In all honesty, I think I wanted to go back to my natural blonde again. I'd have to talk to Reigan about that.

I shrugged on my dark grey coloured leather jacket and pulled on my heeled boots, still receiving disapproving looks from Cherie. "Look, if your not going to help me get ready and just continue to send disapproving glares my way, you should just go join the others in the diner."

"I'm sorry okay? It's just, I don't want to see you loosing your job because of this." She replied, walking over to me before gently pushing me down onto the couch and pulling out my makeup. She always insists on helping with this stuff whenever she's around because apparently, I don't have enough colour on my face or some shit. Minutes later, she finally let's up, putting the last brush away and gesturing me up. "You look hot. But Please don't get in trouble, or be recognised." She then pleaded.

"Try my best." I simply replied just as Dustin appears from the mini bathroom, his once messy hair now spiked up, giving it the whole 'rugged' look.

"Looking hot babe." He jokes as he comes around the corner.

"Piss off." I smirk back as he arrives next to me. "The cab should be here in a few. It's meeting us just down the road."

"Guys, don't be too late okay? And not too loud." Cherie worries, her arms folded over her chest.

Me and Dustin share a look. "Yes mum." He states, smiling at the overly protective singer while I roll my eyes.

"Just have fun here playing bingo or some shit." I stated as my phone vibrates, alerting that the taxi must be here. Cherie now rolls her eyes and shoves me.

"Promise me not to do anything stupid?"

"Try our best." I half sincerely stated before turning to the bassist. "Let's go bro."

After leaving Cherie alone in the bus, me and Dustin secretly leave the venue. Careful not to bring too much attention to ourselves. We weren't worried about being told off, we just didn't want our actions necessarily known. Especially to Nick the Prick, who would just love one more way to make my/our lives harder.

"Are you okay? You know, after this mornings whole incident?" Dustin asked, breaking the comfortable silence that surrounded us as we walked to the meeting spot. I just glanced over at him in the dim light, not knowing how to respond. This mornings incident was my one source of shame at the moment, and the fact that it was brought up just made me cringe. I'm just gonna blame it on being the time of the month, I mean, is there a better excuse? No one ever dares to question that.