You're Not My Babysitter

Chapter 60

Ashton

"Sebastian," Emerson yelled, "we have literally been on the road, out of L.A for two days. Suck it the fuck up."

Sebastian was whining about missing his girlfriend and we were all kind of getting annoyed by it. I mean at first it was reasonable, I don't think I could go too long without being within a driving distance from Andy but, if I was whining about it 24/7 someone telling me to shut the hell up would seem completely reasonable.

"Listen," Sebastian sighed, "I still miss her ok? I don't like being away from my girlfriend all of the fucking time."

"Ok," Emerson rolled his eyes, "and I miss Shya but, you don't hear me bitching and moaning."

"Can you guys chill the fuck out?" Remington sighed without even looking up from his phone.

I guess he was used to the fighting. I wasn't. It made me extremely anxious.

"Uh can you shut the fuck up? No one was talking to you." Sebastian snapped straightening his position on the bus sofa a bit.

"Guys."

My mumbling caused Andy to look straight at me and start examining my expression. He then laid his hand on my thigh in an attempt to stop it from bouncing up and down. It worked. Andy always knew how to calm me down, even after we had just met and, I don't think I'd ever not be grateful for it.

"Listen man," Remington's voice began to raise, "touring is literally our job so suck the fuck up or just find us a new fucking guitarist."

"Guys maybe we should just take a second-"

My attempt to put an end to their argument was cut off by Sebastian punching Remington square in the jaw.

"Sebastian!" 

I let out a couple shrieks as Andy grabbed me by the waist and moved us back toward the bunk areas.

"Guys fuck," Emerson yelled as Sebastian tackled Remington to the ground, breaking a glass in the process, "jesus christ really?"

All of a sudden I was having trouble breathing. I felt like I was all the way back at 10 years and it was freaking me out.

"Jo?" Andy asked looking into my eyes, ignoring the chaos ensuing behind him.

"Do I need to pull over?" Jason, the bus driver called from the front of the bus.

"No," Emerson sighed, "guys get the fuck up!"

"You fucking asshole," Remington yelled kicking his older brother off of him, "You're almost 25 fucking years old can you act like it?"

I couldn't see what was happening. I could barely hear it but, I was grateful for that.

"Jo look it me," Andy mumbled softly, "I think you're having a panic attack ok? Try to look at me baby."

I tried my best to look into Andy eyes and, I think I was doing it but, my vision was blurry so I couldn't really tell.

"That's it," Jason yelled before pulling off on the side of the road to a rest stop, "if y'all want to make it to your next stop in time than you're gonna figure your shit out because, this bus isn't moving until you do."

I heard Remington struggle as Emerson pulled him off of Sebastian, "Guys."

Remington muttered a couple curse words as Sebastian let out a scoff.

"Stop it you fucks," Emerson finally lost composure, "you're scaring Ashton stop!"

I was able to take in the sight of everyone one the bus silently staring at me as I composed myself.