Story Of A Lonely Girl

Twenty Nine

“What do mean you're already in Texas?!” Tom's Mom shouted through his cellphone, making her son wince.

“Chill, Mom. We're not at the venue yet. No clue where we are,” he muttered as to not wake me up. It was still about 9 AM and we were finally heading to one of our final destinations of the tour: Dallas, Texas. Where I would obviously have a re-encounter with Agustine-fucking-Mayer, a.k.a. Agus, because conversations through text messages, calls, and instant messaging on the Internet thing (which I still have no fucking clue how to use it), weren't enough. She could finally meet the guys, especially Tom. Throughout the whole tour I've been updating her and telling her how everything was going, and telling her about the boys (and I'm really starting to think she's developing a crush on Mark without even knowing him).

Content with the fact that I'm gonna get to see my best-friend again, I sleepily snuggled into Tom's chest just a little bit more, while listening to him talk to his Mom miles away through his phone.

“Okay. Love you too Ma. Bye,” Tom said, and closed his phone. He noticed I was awoken by his voice and faced me, “and I love you too,” he said.

“Since when are you a morning person, huh?” I asked, lazily opening an eye.

“This is the part where you're supposed to say you love me too,” he pouted.

I dove in for a kiss without permission, aware of both our gross morning breath. We could feel each other's lip rings through the kiss; just a sloppy and slow one.

“Love you too, loser” I said and he giggled before kissing me again.

*

It's January the second. Well, that escalated quickly. I would've been soon attending school again, I guess, but blink-182's tour is way far better. And plus, I'm standing right in front of Agus. We hugged and started crying and fucking sobbing instead of even saying anything. We've missed each other so much. I introduced her to Mark, Travis and Tom. She clung onto Mark when they got introduced, and I had to separate her from him for fuck's sake. On the other hand, Mark didn't seem to mind much; just goofily smiled at her.

*

We walked around Downtown so the guys could get to know it better; Agus and I as (the worst ever) tour guides, and we stopped at this infamous Chinese All-You-Can-Eat buffet restaurant. Mark, the second fatty of our gang (me being fatty number one), agreed straight away to eat here because, hello, the place had this huge 'All-You-Can-Eat' sign on one of the restaurant's windows and also Chinese food is heaven.

As we headed towards an empty booth with our trays of food already in our hands, Agus updated me on her life and fucking kept staring at Mark the whole time (and they're definitely my new otp).

“So, you coming to the gig tonight?” I said, nibbling an egg roll.

“Are you serious?”

“Yeah, sure, why not? I mean, backstage, not in the crowd. Unless if you want to-”