After Effects

Chapter 42. - Triggers

I walked out of my room and was just about to knock on the on Kris' and Nace's door when i saw Bojan out of the crook of my eye. I had been looking for Booze the Goose when i remembered i left it in Kris' room. Bojan looked like a fucking mess. His hair was rather messy and he had big, noticeable, dark bags under his eyes. If the man wore mascara it would've for sure been smeared all over him. 

He gave me an uneven smile. 

"You look horrible." I said. 

"Thanks?" 

"Sorry, i didn't mean it as anything bad. It was just an observation." I paused. "Where have you been? You didn't come home last night." I knew the answer and i knew i didn't want it confirmed by Bojan, but i also knew that i just needed to know if he had actually gone home with a girl or might've crashed at Käärija's or Conor's place. 

"Um... I met a girl." 

That was all he needed to say. 

"Ah, i see. Hope you had fun." I awkwardly smiled and knocked on the door before poking my head into their room. I didn't know why i said that. I didn't hope he had fun, if anything i hoped she'd accidently bitten his dick while blowing him one. Jan, Jure and Nace were downstairs eating brunch. Normally Kris would be there, but he wasn't. I figured he was just skipping it for today. 

"Krisko, have you seen Booze?" I asked. I didn't get an answer so i went into the room and closed the door behind me. I looked around to try and spot him but i couldn't really find him. "Krisko?" 

"Hmm?" I heard his muffled voice from the bed. It was no wonder that i couldn't spot him when he was buried beneath his duvet like a little worm and our pillows, still half asleep. I smiled at the sight of him. 

"Krisko." I mumbled to myself while slightly shaking my head at the sight of the tired man. I went over to him. He was wrapped in his duvet like a little kid. He looked like he was back asleep already. "You're still asleep? Dude, we have to be at the press conference in an hour." I said as i sat down on the bed. 

"What!" his head shot up from the bed. I giggled when i saw his hair. It looked like it was trying to proof the nonexistence of gravity. "Fuck, why didn't you wake me?" Kris shot up from his bed and began frantically running around the room to find some clothes. There was only half an hour til we had to leave the hotel and head for the conference. 

"I did, twice. You must've fallen back asleep." I said. I'd woken him up when i got up and an hour ago. 

"Fucking shit." Kris mumbled to himself.

"I can get you some coffee, they have really great coffee here. There's a cappuccino with mocha and mint." I told him and got up to leave for some coffee for him. I didn't get further than a couple of steps before he stopped me. 

"No! No, it's fine." Kris said while pulling the same fishnet shirt he'd been wearing yesterday over his head. He seemed off. Probably just tired and frustrated, but the way he was speaking to me was a tone he didn't use very often. It was cold and angry. 

"Uhm, that shirt might-"

"Why the hell does this smell like beer?" Kris cut me off as he smelled his fishnet shirt. He began taking it off again.

"You wore that yesterday. You had quite a lot to drink last night, so i brought you some painkillers if you needed them." I grabbed the painkillers i had in my back pocket and placed them on the same shelf that was in Bojan and I's room as Kris took on one of his many sweaters. All the rooms looked identical to one another. At least the 3 rooms the band had been given - with exception of the couch in this room.