You Got Yr. Cherry Bomb [ruby da cherry]

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There's no possible way anyone could hate themselves more than I hated myself. I sat on the couch in the bus cuddling with Bill, punching myself mentally for multiple reasons. First being, I went way too hard on stage these past two shows and now I was sore almost everywhere. Second being the reason I did all that in the first place; whatever weirdness happened between Ruby and I three days ago. A part of me wishes I took a chance, but another part wishes I slept on the loveseat instead of with him on my bed clinging to him like a koala. The next morning, he was on his stomach and I was curled into a ball and we weren't even touching elbows. So to me, everything seemed to be normal. Until we met up again and things got weird, but not in a bad way... I think.

Nothing has changed in Ruby's behavior for the most part, but when he's intoxicated I've noticed he gets a little more flirty. Maybe I'm overthinking it, and honestly, I'm used to him doing little things even before the other night, it's just kind of... different now. I can't describe how, and again maybe I'm overthinking it and nothing was really different, but it still drove me crazy just to have the idea in the back of my mind. When he's sober, though, he's completely normal. So I promised myself that I won't play along or entertain him unless he's sober.

I'd scrolled through a fanpage dedicated to G59, saving certain photos of Ruby to a collection named "BARK BARK HOWL." Mature, I know, but all the guys were still out in the venue/parking lot talking to people and hanging out. So, I had the freedom to be as simpy as I wanted. As I continued to stalk random fanpages, my phone rang. Here we go...

"Hello?" I asked, not bothering to look at the caller ID.

"Veeeeeeeeeeeeheeeeeeheeee-" someone sang, off-key, before being interrupted by a series of coughs. Yep, it was Kev.

"What's goin' on, Kevin?"

"Yooo, we're gonna be back in... like, 20? Right? ...yeah 20 minutes. SO IF YOU'RE NAKED, BETTER START GETTING DRESSED!"

"Who takes 20 minutes to put on clothes?"

"Oh, so you don't deny that you're naked. I see, pervert."

"BRO, like that's any of your business. You're the perv."

"Sounds like cope," he sang, before abruptly hanging up the phone.

Jesus. Well, at least that pointless conversation gave me some insight into what I would be dealing with. To no surprise, I heard them one full minute before they actually came in. This gave me enough time to save my spot on the couch, knowing that if I were to get up to get a drink as they came in, I'd lose it in a second. And Bill would probably get sat on, which would leave me no choice but to violently murder everyone. He'd get sat on by Ruby's old, heavy, musty ass. Disgusting. I shook my head at my intrusive thoughts as I situated myself back in my spot on the couch.

"We're coming in, don't be nakey," Kev yelled from outside, loudly opening the door to make it very clear that it was being opened.

Once he walked in, I looked at him with raised eyebrows. Of course I wasn't naked. "Weirdo."

"Issa valid concern. Would you wanna walk in on some hairy man balls?" Germ asked, walking past me.

"No, but not many people wanna see hairy man balls. Seeing a mostly hairless young woman isn't as disgusting."

"Man, what if it is?" he debated. Wow.

"Pause," I said bluntly. He looked confused at first, before realizing how that sounded.

"Aight, aight, you can have this one."

"I'm tellin' your girl you'd rather see a hairy sack than her body," Scott chuckled, hitting Germ playfully in the shoulder as he sat next to him at the booth.