Fight For Me -Isaac Waddington-

12

-Willow-

"Good night Birmingham!" Jc screams into the microphone as the show finishes. We all walk off stage and our rushed back to the bus because fans are already out side screaming.

"Just let us see a few!" I ask as Gary pushes us into the bus and locks the door. I look out the window to see girls disappointed faces as the engine starts.

"It's not fair!" I hit on the windows as they begin to sob. They all look up to see me. The driver begins to pull off and I mouth sorry to them before he pulls away. Slowly I sink into the chair, defeated and tired.

It's around 10 so I attempt to get some food but the cubord sate empty.

"Hey, could we stop off at a McDonald's or something?" I ask the driver but he stares blankly at me before looking at the road.

"His French" Sam explains.

"Ohhh. Sault, pourrait nous arrêter à un McDonalds ou quelque chose?" Lucky that I speak it fluently then isn't is. He smiles widely at me before nodding.

Sam stands shocked before following me to the back of the bus where the guys are stat playing cards.

"Who knew that Willow could speak French?" He asks as we sit down.

"Me" Isaac says going quite when no one else says anything.

"How?"

"When we where playing 21 questions she told me" he shrugs sorting out the cards. He actually remembered, I can't believe he remembered.

"Well dot you think that would of been nice to know seeing as the drivers French dumb ass!" Sam says bitterly.

"Woah chill" Isaac says calmly.

We all play as game of cards before the bus stops and the driver shouts down the bus that we are here. All of us climb out and grab some food before coming back in and sitting down at the table.

I have a feeling my diet is going to consist of McDonalds.