I Just Really Wanna Be With You (A Foster the People Fanfiction)

First Nights

Okay, before I start this chapter, I just want to tell y'all something. First off, I want to apologize for not being able to update as often as I have been, I'm in the middle of my finals and AP exams. So, I might not be able to update a whole lot for the next few weeks until I go on break. Thanks for understanding, y'all!

~ B

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Mark led me to the bus and opened up the door for me. "After you."

"Why thank you, Mr. Foster." I nodded my head towards him.

"Ew, don't call me that, that's my dad's name." Mark grimmaced and laughed.

"Whatever." I rolled my eyes and got on the bus. "Holy cow! This is nice!" I walked through the doorway ad saw the nice interior. The shiny, polished chrome accents on the walls of the bus and the cabinets made it seem like everything was shining in the lights and there was all kinds of music equipment and guitars all over the place.

"Hey, look who showed up!" Isom put down the guitar he was playing.

"Hey, Cal!" Ponsi stuck his head around the corner behind the kitchen. His head seemed awkwardly low to the ground for his height.

Cubbie's head appeared over Ponsi's head. Oh, so the bunks must be there. "Hey, Cal." Cubbie smiled.

"Hey, guys." I smiled as Mark pushed me forward a little bit and slipped past me on the bus and the others all crowded around the couches in the front.

"Dude is that the girl?" A guy with black hair came out of the back of the bus with Andy and Brett. There was another guy that came out behind them.

"Yeah, that's her. Calliegh, meet Dylan and Clay. Dylan and Clay, meet Calliegh." Mark introduced me.

"Hey!" Dylan smiled.

"It's nice to meet you." Clay added.

"Same to y'all." I gretted them.

"Let's get your stuff put away." Sean stood up and grabbed my bag from me.

"I can carry my own things, you know." I giggled and followed him to the back of the bus.

"I know, but I can help you, for once." Sean smiled. "Let me help you get settled in."

"Okay, I'm cool with that, thanks." I nodded as he walked over to one of the last bunks on the right.

"Here's your bunk, do you want top or bottom?"

"I think I'll take bottom." I reasoned with myself about what I wanted. I decided on bottom becuase I didn't want to fall off my bunk in the middle of the night and kill myself.

"Good because we were going to give you the bottom bunk, whether you liked it or not."

"Well, that makes me feel really good about myself." I rolled my eyes and pulled the curtain that covered the bunk away. Sean threw my bag onto the bed and I sat down. "So who has the bunk over mine?"

"I don't think anyone does, it might be Mark or Phil. I don't know."

"Well, why don't we just check?" I stood up and started to reach for the curtain.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa." Sean grabbed my shoudlers and stopped me from pulling open the curtains. "We shouldn't do that."

"Why not?" I raised my eyebrow in confusion.

"Look, we should explain the rules to you. Pull your curtain back closed and let's go back to the others." I nodded and pulled my curtain closed and stood back up. I followed Sean back out into the main living portion of the bus and stood there as they all sat down.