Adopted (Book 1) *EDITING*

Chapter 16: The Marker

This is a filler chapter so sorrrrryyyyy. GUYS! THIS STORY HAS OVER 1k VIEWS! Wow guys seriously thanks. I'm planning to write up to a 20th chapter in this book and write a sequel. I already have a plan for the second book and trust me, it will be cool.

Three weeks have past. It turns out Charlie and I have a lot in common. We like all the same music and think the same way. We've been talking almost everyday and it seems I may have found one of my best friends. Anyways, the tour has gone great so far. The fans love me, the media does too. There hasn't been anything bad said about me. Now it's about 11:00 at night and I'm sitting in the lounge eating goldfish crackers while Brendon eats a bowl of left over pasta. I groan kick his shoulder. He looked at me.

"Can I help you?" He said with a mouth full of food. I groan again and shake his shoulder with my foot. "What." He said laughing a bit, covering his mouth so food wouldn't fall out.

"Bored." I say "bbboooorrrreeeeeeed. Bored." I said again, poking him in the side with my foot. He sighs and looks around clearly looking for something to do. He looked over to the table where my drawing stuff sat. His eyes lock with a marker and he cracked a smile. He put down his bowl and grabbed it.

He walked over grabbing my hands and pulling me to my feet. "How about we go to some body art on the boys." He said still gripping my hands. I smile and nod. He hands me the marker and slips his phone out of his pocket. I giggle into my hand as we walked over to the bunk area. Brendon was recording. "This is why you don't fall asleep while the Uries are still up." He whispered, I snort in laughter. When we reached the bunks I make my way to Dallons bunk that was right under mine. I pull back the curtain and switch the small that was above his head on. I pop open the marker and slowly bring it to his forehead. I hesitate for a minute. God he's gonna kill me, but I continue. I draw a third eye on his giant forehead. I move my way down to his eye brows where I darken them and make a unibrow. I moved down so my pen was above his lip and I drew a mustache. Brendon was moving the phone around in different angles. "Do you think that's good?" He said. I nod and we carefully walk over to Kennys bunk.

I went to switch on Kennys light but he shifted. I stopped what I was doing and froze. I slowly moved my hand to the switch. Suddenly, his hand shooter up and grabbed my wrist. I screamed and jumped back. Dallon gasped and bolted up, banging his head on the top of his bunk. Brendon's high pitch laughter rang through the bunk area. "I GOT THAT ON CAMERA DUDE. DUDDDEE!" He said laughing bucking forward, one hand on his knee and the other holding his phone. Dallon whimpered and rubbed his head. I yanked my wrist from Kennys grasp and he bellowed out with laughter.

"And that," he said, propping himself up with his elbow. "That is why you don't attempt to draw on a Harris's face." He said slightly chuckling. Dallon gave us all a confused look before throwing his legs over the side of the bunk and touching down on the floor. His boxers showed off his long legs.

"You guys didn't." We both laughed. "I swear to god if you did, someones gonna get attacksd." He pushed Brendon and me aside and sprinted to the bathroom. Brendon and I giggled and speed walked to the bathroom. Dallon groaned rubbed his face. He turned to us and swatted at Brendon's phone.

"Turn that thing off." He said in his angry dad voice. I laughed and walked into the bathroom. I hugged his side, he kept rubbing his face.

"I love you Dallon." I say giggling. He whines and grabs a towel. He wetted it and started to rub his face. Dang it, it was coming off. He hits me with the towel.

"I love you too, Sydney." He said in his agitated dad voice and continued to rub of the marker off his marked face. "Did you do this Syd?" He said crossing his arms. I shook my head.

"It was Beebo I swear." I said raising my eyebrows. He then looked at Brendon with a your-so-dead look. He slapped the towel down on the sink and stepped forward a little.

"You better run bitch." Dallon said before setting off after a now running beebo. Brendon dropped his phone. I pick it up to catch the action. I dashed out and after the two grown men. When I got out to the TV area, Dallon had tackled Brendon to the floor and was hitting him with a pillow repeatedly. Brendon was laughing and grabbing at the pillow.

"Dude! Dude dude stop! It was Syd! I swear!!!" He said using one arm to cover his face. Dallon sighed and continued to hit Brendon.

"Sure, blame your daughter." He said. Brendon then tried to point at my hand which held the marker. Oh crap... "You little..." Then he set off after me. I screeched and ran over to Kenny who was hanging his legs over the edge of the bed. I quickly jumped into his bunk and behind him. He laughed and protected me. In charged Dallon with his trusty pillow. "Kenny...move." Kenny laughed and shook his head. I turned off the camera and grabbed a pillow to defend myself. Before I could go in for a hit, Brendon yelled STOP!

"Guys, it's almost 12. The kid needs some sleep. We have a big day coming up this week." I make a weird face. "Really kid? Does the number 16 ring a bell?" Then it hits me. How could I forget! He laughs. "Wow Sydney, just wow." His voice went up a little. "You forget you goddamn birthday!" Everyone looked at me and laughed. How can I forget my birthday? I guess being stuck on a tour bus kind mixes up your dates. I then laugh and put down Kennys pillow. Slip next to him and hug him goodnight. I hopped down and hugged Dallon. He grabbed my waist and lifted me onto my bunk so that I was sitting on it.

"Night kid. No more markers on old Dallon." He said in his dad voice. I giggle and nod. He then climbs back into his bunk. Then came Brendon, my dad. I got under my covers and looked over at him.

"Hey kid, that was fun wasn't it." He said smiling. I nod. "Better get some sleep, your gonna love your birthday present." He leaned in and kissed my forehead. "I love you. Sleep well." He said. I smile and turn over. I wonder was the present is? I guess being on tour with my favorite band is a big enough gift.