You Got Yr. Cherry Bomb [ruby da cherry]

I Want CB 2 Sit On My Face

     We pulled into the venue about thirty minutes after Kevin's dramatic defeat in the board game. I mean dramatic; falling to his knees, pounding on the floor, almost getting knocked over from a speed bump... very entertaining. I put my makeup on quickly during those 30 minutes, but decided against changing into my usual semi-sexy concert clothes. The crowd would have to deal with bum Vivi tonight. Hopefully they liked her.

     As I got myself together outside of the bathroom, taking two Advil and assessing my bag, Ruby emerged from the bunk room and immediately went into the bathroom. Odd, but not too odd since I had seen him act like this before. This time, though, I knew it was because of me, because of our argument. But, when you really think about it, it was kinda Julie's fault. Just sayin'.

     "Aight, let's go. Oddy still sulkin' in his bed?" Scott asked, coming from the driver's area to get something from the fridge.

     "Nah, he just came out and went to the bathroom. Hand me a gatorade?" I reached my hand out to where Scott stood. He rolled his eyes and gave me my drink.

     "Someone get my cousin out o' the shitter. We gotta get backstage."

     Germ got up from the couch and knocked on the bathroom door. "How long you gon' be in there, man? We gotta go!"

     Before anyone even had the chance to look at me and ask me to try and get him out, I walked to the door and shot Max a look that said 'come with me please.' He nodded, but went over to the bunk room before joining me. Obviously the photographer had to have his camera. And when we got into the venue, he started taking pictures from behind me.

     "You better not be taking pics of my ass, MaxiPad," I turned to look at him, and was greeted with a bright flash. "Yo, cut that shit out."

     He laughed and lowered the camera. "Don't worry, Vicodin, no one can even see your ass in those pants."

     "Vicodin? Really? Also, you could make a lot of money if you did photograph my ass."

     "Oh god, don't tell me you're thinking about making an OnlyFans," he said with a judgemental inflection. At this point, we were waiting outside the door to the backstage area for one of the security guards to come and unlock it. I leaned my back against the wall and crossed my arms. How dare he.

     "What's wrong with OnlyFans? You know I'd make a shitload of money, stop hatin'."

     "Nothing, it just doesn't seem on brand for you."

     "Well, neither is having a crush on my old man friend..." I trailed off, not wanting to criticize my own feelings again. "Did you see how he ran to the bathroom? He's avoiding me."

     Max looked down at his camera, pretending to adjust the settings. "Yeah, I think so too. Which is weird, 'cause he usually confronts people. I think either you really struck a nerve, or him and Hoebag fucked and he feels guilty."

     As I was about to respond, I heard the guys approaching, along with jingling keys. They must've found the security guard. It was pretty awkward being around Ruby, who didn't even glance at me. I was getting kind of annoyed, I mean, who the fuck does petty shit like that at his big age? Maybe we could be good together, if he's gonna act young and immature instead of acting like the grown ass, hairy ass man he is. He's a baby, just like you.

     I would have been anxious, but honestly I would have tried to talk to him. I didn't want to just leave things as they were; last night was emotional and intense, we both needed to talk it out (while sober) and apologize. Well, I would see if he was about to apologize first, and then I would. Because I still felt the way I felt the night before - he should have stuck up for me.