Chapter 2.
Saphires P.O.V.
I woke up, and panicked. Did we oversleep? Oh no! I jumped up and bashed my head on something above me, and then everything came back to me. I'm in Ashley Purdy's bed right now. Holy shit.
"Ashley, go back to fucking bed," I heard a sleepy Jake say.
Quietly I crawled out of the bed. I walked out the way we came in and grabbed my bag and took my phone out. I immediately texted my mom.
'Mom, guess where I am right now? I'm dying, holy crap!" she might kill me but hey.
I saw Ashley at the table with his head down next to something. I sat quietly at the table hoping he didn't wake up, awe, he looked so cute. For blackmail on him, I feel like I'll need it, I snapped a picture of him. Awe, just awe. I looked at the piece of paper and there was lyrics on it. Definetely not something I knew of, or well I couldn't read it. I slid the paper close to me so I could read it.
"This is a rebel love song.." I whispered to myself.
It wasn't lyrics, it was a picture. It said that and it's in bubble letters. Oh, Ashley, stick to writing, you can't draw at all. All of a sudden my phone vibrated. It was my mom.
"ARE YOU OKAY?!" I laughed.
"Yes mom, I'm in the BVB tour bus. Ashley offered to let us sleep there last night! Or well, this morning, I only slept for three hours though."
"Bullshit. I want proof."
I took a picture of me next to Ashley sleeping and sent it to her saying," What, he's just a little sleepy c;".
She texted back a little while later saying she was excited to send that to my father and then she said she was gonna go back to bed. So I stopped texting her and I texted Mikael back telling him what's happened so far today. Somehow I managed to drop my phone and whilst trying to catch it I smacked it and it smacked Ashley in the face. I bursted out laughing as he sat up all confused.
"The fuck?" he said.
"I'm sorry, that was a complete accident!" I said while laughing.
"Oh, ow."
"If it makes you feel better I bashed my head off the top of your bunk."
He laughed at this,"Good job, did Jake wake up?"
"Yeah, he yelled at me to go back to sleep, except he was yelling at you."
"Figures. Wait, what time is it?"
"About 6 a.m."
"Well, you didn't sleep long."
"Nah, never do. You get used to not sleeping when your sister is autistic."
"Is she? That's adorable, well, I mean she must be adorable."
"Oh she is. So, you should just stick you writing and playing your bass, you kinda suck at drawing."
"Oh god! You saw that didn't you? I know I suck, but I'm not good at writing that early."
"I saw it. You must've been bored, I would've stayed up with you, you know? And you could've slept in your own bed! I feel bad now."
"Don't feel bad! I wanted you to have it!"
Why did this feel so natural to me?
"So, you're interested in music huh?" He asked me.
"Yeah,"
"Do you play any instruments, or just sing?"
"I play bass. I actually have a replica of yours, birthday present."
