Teenage Angst

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I put my cigarette in the ashtray beside me. "So is that it?" I asked putting my feet on the table.

"Yeah, we have more shows scheduled for later this year but we've got one more." Steve replied, messing with his brown hair.

"Great," I pushed myself backwards onto the floor with my foot. My chair hit the floor before I did. I had no reason to fall, but I did anyways. My jet-black hair fell into my eyes. "Stefan, you got anything?" I conducted the band's meeting in the bus from the floor. We had one more show in America and that was in New York. I hated the 'no smoking' policy, so I tried to get in a much as I could.

I heard about something along the lines of a 'no smoking policy' somewhere and I thought it would be fun to add something in here like that.

"No, not really." He replied from his bunk. The 6'4 Swedish bassist was messing around in his bunk. We really were waiting to get to our hotel. The bus was about 45 minutes away, so we really didn't have that much to wait. The show was on the outskirts of New York, so I could smoke for at least a few minutes longer.

I felt the bus jolt to a stop beneath me. I kicked my legs in the air, alarmed at what was happening.

"Why are we stopped?" I yelled to our driver.

The bald man turned around to face me. "We popped a tire." He opened the door and got out. Since I was curious, I got out.

"Why are you out here?" He asked, glancing at me. I was in my black striped pants and red-ish floral blouse. My black hair was short and still a little messy from the fall. I straightened it and shrugged at the driver.

"I'm just curious." I had never seen someone change a tire even though I was a 25 year-old. I was also just starting to learn to drive with Stefan's help.

"Well since your curious your going to help me." The driver said, going to the side of the bus to find a extra tire. "Take this." He handed me a x-shaped object.

"What am I supposed to do?" I asked, looking at it. I felt so idiotic.

He rolled his eyes. "Brian, what do you think it does?"

"Something?" I smiled.

"Just put it in the bolt that holds on the wheel and turn it to the right."

I repeated the instructions in my head an bent down. I heard a car stop nearby and someone get out.

"Why are you making the girl change the tire?" His voice was low and soft. Someone was tricked by my feminine figure and the rest me. A lot of people thought I was a chick, but it just made me smile.

The driver just smirked, he knew that this would be fun.

The man to my right bent down beside me. "Do you need help lady?" His soft brown eyes looked at my struggling pale face. I wanted to keep this charade going, it would be funny when he actually realized something was off.

"Yeah, can you help me?" My high voice would help a lot.

"Yeah sure," He smiled and took a peak down at my chest. I could tell he was attracted to me. I grinned and let him change the tire.

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"Thank you," I said once he was done.

"Well, a pretty lady like you doesn't need to do that." He held out his hand. "James."

It was time to reveal my name. "Brian." I shook his hand gently. Through the night I could see a weird expression on his face.

"Is that your real name?" He asked.

"Yeah," I nodded. "It's Brian."

He realized what his mistake was. "Well good to meet you Brian." He left pretty quickly, knowing that he had been attracted to a guy.

I laughed, along with the driver when we appeared.

"What happened?" Steve asked, noticing the laughter.

"Just this guy thought I was a chick." I laughed and sat back down. "What are we going to do now?" I asked.

"I don't know." I shrugged and went back to smoking. It got me through the quiet. Stefan had fallen asleep and Steve was watching T.V.

"We're in New York, stop the smoking." The driver called from the front.

I sighed. "Steven, are you ready to deal with bitchy Brian?" I asked, putting my cigarette in the ashtray.

"Sure," he shrugged.

"Okay, I'm sleeping until we hit the hotel." I jumped into my bunk and fell asleep, mostly wanting to know when we would be out of this god-forsaken state.

Okay, I have no clue what this is. So this is just an idea, thanks for the reads and tell me what you think. I'll put out the next chapter soon, bye peeps.

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