Bella's POV
"Are they, like, a thing?" Her voice
Asked.
"Not right now, as I know of." Ashton, I think. Yeah, it's Ash sounding extremely grumpy.
"He's sure holding her like they're a thing," Michael grumbled.
I opened my eyes.
"Hello friend!" Calum waved smiling so widely that his eyes closed a bit at the sides. I rubbed my eyes, them widening when I clearly saw everyone hovering over Luke and I.
When did we fall asleep?
I tried to sit up, but Luke's arm pulled me back down.
"Luke," I mumbled, my face reddening.
"What princess?" He asked groggily. I didn't think my face could possibly heat up any more, but it did.
"Luke!" I squealed. He groaned, rolling over and looking at at everyone. Calum had literally climbed up the bunk and was sitting on the corner of my bed well everyone else moved the curtain and stood on the bottom bunk.
"So you are a thing? I mean, you don't just call your friend princess." Casey chimed in, nosy as hell.
"What are you guys doing over here anyways?" Luke asked, making Michael move so he could jump down from the bunk.
"Well, it's only 12 in the afternoon, guys." Calum pointed out, also jumping off the bed.
"We're at the next location, Michael and I went for a walk and saw a carnival fair thingy and I had to drag Michael back to get everyone, if your up for it, we can head out?" Calum smiled, hopeful.
"Uh, alright. I'll be ready in ten." Luke stretched and pulled me off the bunk.
"I'll get ready after Luke." I mumbled and rubbed my eyes. He walked over to his bags and grabbed some clothes, stepping into the small tour bus bathroom.
Casey smiled at me and I waited for her to speak. "Ooo, I can pick out an outfit for Bella. You're gonna look so cute!"
"Sounds great," Ashton smiled
"Can't wait," I added sarcastically.
"Meet us out in the lounge area," Michael called enthusiastically, skipping away.
Luke stepped out of the bathroom and said, "All yours, Bells."
I started to grab my clothes, when shit for brains stuffed an outfit in my arms. "Here."
I inspected the outfit. A white short sleeve crop top and low rise jean capris. The sort wasn't mine, it was probably Casey's because I can't wear crop tops, but the pants were.
"Um, do you have a flannel I can borrow to wear with this?" I asked awkwardly. Casey raised an eyebrow, hiding that devious smirk.
She knew exactly what she was doing and that made me sick. She's a sick, sick bastard.
"Yeah, but I'm wearing it," She smiled, pulling at the red and black checkered flannel that she was wearing.
"Why don't you just wear that, it's cute enough with out the flannel?" Luke jumped in, I hadn't even realized that he was close by putting his dirty clothes into a bag.
"I don't really care for crop tops," I answered back casually, "I think I'll just grab a different shirt."
I stuffed the shirt back into Casey's arms and walked over to my stuff, bending down to open the suit case. Luke and Casey stood by me, watching to most likely see what I was going to grab instead of the other top.
