nineteen

20

Blue's POV

I woke up and realised Peep wasn't in bed with me anymore and I immediately shot up. What fucking time is it?? I look at my phone.

4pm what the fuck?? My sleep schedule completely went out the window the day I stepped onto this bus.

I grabbed one of Peep's hoodies and throw it on as I get up to go find out where he is. I step out of our room stretching my arms a little. I can hear music playing towards the front of the bus so I follow the noise.

A couple of the guys are all in the sitting room. "Afternoon B" Tracy says with a grin. "Hey guys" I say calmly, then I notice Gus.

He looks completely out of it...fuck he's got a goddamn show in like 4 hours...

"Babyyyyy!" he slurs when he sees me, droopy eyes half open, grin plastered upon his face. His head was tilted to the side sort of resting on his shoulder as if he was struggling to keep it upright. He was slouched back into the seat, looking like he hasn't moved from this position in quite some time. Fuck, Gus.

"Peep? You have a show tonight remember??" I tell him worriedly, taking a seat next to him and taking one of his hands in mine. He grips it hard and throws my hand in his up into the air. "Wooooo! Showtime!!!!!" he slurs again, still grinning, moving as if he was in slow motion.

I stare at Tracy with concern in my eyes. "What did he do Trace?" I ask, nervous. "A bunch of shit to be honest witchu B" Tracy replies, confirming my suspicions. Fuckkkk.

"We had some new plug come in he had loads of shit. Kept giving it out." he adds. "Tracy he has a show tonight!" I say, slightly raising my voice but purely out of worry. Tracy looks sympathetically at me, as if he was sorry rather than pissed.

I scan the room and look at all the guys. "You all know Peep has a show tonight why the fuck are you letting this shit happen? Come on!!" I lose my temper a little for a second then take a deep breath to cool down. This wasn't their fault. But what kind of friends don't look out for each other like that?

They all went quiet. From the looks on their faces, they seemed sorry too. They tilted their heads down in shame like little boys who had just been scolded. Except they were all young adults who were high as fuck.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to loose my shit okay. I just wish y'all would keep an eye on each-other more you know?" I say, feeling bad to have yelled like that but knowing Travis would have never let something like this happen to me on his watch. I wish Gus's friends were the same.

Gus mumbles something indistinguishable and reaches his hand out to me, eyes completely closed. I hold his hand. "Peep?" I say softly. His eyes sort of flicker open and closed like he wants to see me but is fighting off passing out.

"Sixteeenn linesss of blloooowww andd imm fiineeee" he mumble sings quietly to himself. Then he readjusts his body so that his head is in my lap. The rest of him went limp. "Goooooooodnightttt babbby blueeee" he slurs. I run my fingers through his hair and sigh.

"Baby?" I say quietly into his ear. "Mmhm" he mutters. "Do you need me to call your manager and cancel the show tonight? I wanna make sure you're okay" I tell him. He shakes his head as best he can while it's still laying in my lap. "Immokaay" he mumbles slowly.

"Gus" I say softly. "You don't have to be". "Showwwtimeeeeshoww timeeee"

I gently trace my finger over the lines of the tattoos on the side of his face. His beautiful face. He nods off into sleep. I let him rest there. I decide i'll wake him in a hour and see how he feels then. My poor sweet boy. He looks so innocent resting on me.