The Punk's Princess

Twenty

It had been two days since Daya had met Irene, and Bosco hadn't said a word. She responded to Daya's "I love yous" with kisses and hugs, but that was it. She spoke to no one, just clung onto her girlfriend's arm and hardly even looked up.

Daya sighed from her spot on the tour bus couch. Bosco was hiding away with her sketchbook in her bunk, the curtain pulled closed to keep her out of sight. Daya felt useless. She didn't know what to do to help her girlfriend feel better and she was scared that it would just get worse.

Crystal and Lux could easily tell how worried their friend was. "Daya?" Lux sat beside her, giving her a gentle nudge. "Are you alright?"

Daya snapped out of her daze, looking at Lux before dropping herself back against one of the couch cushions. "No. She's still not talking and she's hiding in my bunk and I feel like an awful girlfriend for not being able to make her feel better."

Crystal stood over her, tilting her head as she looked down at her. "Well that sounds a little dramatic." She poked Daya's forehead, trying to make her smile a little.

But she didn't. Daya just turned over on her side so she didn't have to look her in the eyes. "I just don't know what to do..." She said softly, craving the feeling of holding Bosco in her arms but not wanting to disturb her by pulling her out of her bunk. "...My tone with Irene got kind of stern. Do you think I scared Bosco with it...?"

"You had a reason to sound stern. That girl was making horrible assumptions about you." Lux said as Crystal smoothed Daya's hair out of her face. "And Bosco isn't acting scared of you."

Daya sighed, still feeling like she wasn't doing anything good to help. "Yeah..."

In Daya's bunk, Bosco could hear every word they said. Tears ran down her face. She didn't mean to make Daya worry, she really didn't. And her girlfriend hadn't done anything wrong. She just couldn't get words out right now.

She sniffled as she continued to sketch. She didn't draw herself very much, but this was a special occasion. She looked down at her drawing. It was of her and Daya, more specifically of Daya holding her protectively in her arms and Bosco looking up at her in adoration. She shaded in a couple spots, only closing the sketchbook when she felt the tour bus come to a stop. Her sister may hate her girlfriend, but Bosco loved her more than words could say. Thats why she had drawn it out.

"Coco?" Daya called for her, the nickname still sounding special when it was her using it. "We're stopping to get food. Do you want to come out or do you want me to bring you something?"

Bosco was silent, thinking it over before slowly pulling the curtain back and lowering herself out of Daya's bunk. She tucked her sketchbook under her arm, walking over to the taller girl and grabbing ahold of her hand.

Daya smiled a little, kissing the top of her head. "That's my girl."

She led her off of the tour bus and Bosco stayed close to her side. She squinted against the sun, feeling relieved that there wasn't any large crowd surrounding them. The fast food place they had stopped at was pretty empty, and it made Bosco feel relieved. She was in no state of mind to deal with any yelling or lots of people.

"Would you like me to order for you?" Daya asked, leading Bosco to one of the outside tables and having her sit. "I don't mind."

Bosco nodded a little, pecking her cheek softly as a thank you before she settled down with her sketchbook. She opened it back up and kept it close to her chest so no one could see what she was working on, taking a pencil out of her pocket as Daya went inside with the other girls.

Gigi and Camden stayed behind, watching her in concern. They exchanged a look before walking over, sitting across from her. They didn't want to force her to talk, but they did want to make sure she was okay.