Two Worlds Collide

Chapter Fifteen

The guys finished their set and walked backstage, tired and sweaty. Cameron skipped by and checked his phone. His face lit up and he twirled before leaving to change. I shook my head. That boy is straight up crazy.

Zach came over and hugged me. "How'd we do?" he asked. "You were great! As always." I smiled.

He blushed. "Thanks. Hey, we should probably get you settled into the bus now." He started leading me towards the bus, but I resisted. "What about meeting the fans?" "I can do that after. This won't take long, I promise." I nodded and followed him again.

"Here's my bunk, there's Cameron's, and that's Mikey's, and Brent and Dillon sleep in there, and there." he pointed out each guy's bunk.

"Okay. So that means mine is....There?" I pointed to the one under his. "Yup! That's yours...." He looked me over and frowned.

"What?" I said a little self-conscious. "Oh, nothing...It's just, you have nothing to sleep in...." His face changed and I could see his brain racing.

I looked down. Oh, yeah. Pajamas would help....I crossed my arms over my chest and tried to think.

"Oh! I have an idea." He walked away and I stood there, unsure of what to do with myself.

He came back and tossed a shirt at me. I raised an eyebrow and peeled it off my head.

"Thanks....I think?" I looked at him confused.

He chuckled. "For you to, you know...Sleep in."

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, I got that. Why fling it at my head...?"

He shrugged and started walking towards the door. "The fans are calling." was the last thing he said before walking off.

He is such a weirdo, my God.

The shirt he gave me was huge. I'm talking like, gigantic. Like it wouldn't even fit him.

I wondered what he was doing with such a big shirt...? I sighed and changed in the bathroom and tip-toed to my bunk and closed the curtain.

I moved around until I was comfortable and fell asleep within a few minutes.

Man, was this week going to be exhausting.