|#Wattys2015| HΔNGIN' |Bastille/Dan Smith fanfic|

5. Bored

Entering the cramped chill out room located at the back of the bus, I spot Will challenging Coop to an arm wrestle. You'd think that the winner would be quite obvious, Will being a bigger, stronger guy than Coop is.
It's like comparing a cat to a dog. If they were in a fight you'd expect the dog to win because they are usually bigger and stronger than cats.

Back to Will and Paul (Coop), here, Will is like the dog, and Coop is like the cat. Though Coop is being a feisty cat, both of them are struggling to win be we all know that Will is pretending, he is really strong and just giving Coop a chance to get his hopes up. He's done this before, yet Coop still gets convinced he's gonna win. Never learns does he?

Will suddenly notices me standing in the room entrance and finishes the wrestle, making Coop lose instantly.

"Alright Dan?" he asks me. I give him a nod and sit in the spare seat next to me. Dick, our tour manager, also joins us though he looks like he's about to fall asleep. My phone buzzes and I pull it out of my pocket to reveal a text from my girlfriend.

"Hey Dan how ya doing buddy? can't wait until you're home, I miss you xx"

I smile at the text before quickly replying and putting my phone back in my pocket. We have a couple of gigs before we go home for a four day break and then we are in the US doing some festivals.
No one appears to say anything or start a conversation so I stick my earphones in and listen to music whilst we wait for Kyle, Woody and Charlie to come back.
The first song that comes on is a song called 'I'm yours' by The Script, a great Irish band. I love the lyrics and it reminds me so much of Jess.

"I may not have the softest touch, I may not say the words as such, I know I don't fit in that much, but I'm yours" I sing along softly and quietly so I'm not hear by everyone.

But that doesn't exactly work when Will says, "thinking of your girl again?" I nod but then change the song. I miss her too much to listen to our favourite songs. I wish I was with her right now, I just want to hold her in my arms.

Time passes and I return to my bunk once the guys are come back to the bus since they are all being so noisy and I want peace. Charlie keeps telling some weird jokes that no one laughs at, Kyle is making some kind of horse/cat sound. Woody on the other hand is far less crazy, though he is playing the drums, Will's head becoming a drum.
Biting into my small red apple, I quickly scribble some words and phrases that randomly appeared in my that I can perhaps turn into a song later. That'll be another crappy song most probably for the third album or fourth mix tape, whatever we decide to do first.

I watch out the window as the sky turns black, lights of the buildings whizzing past as we drive along and to the next gig. It looks pretty in a way but it reminds me of London where Jess is in our flat. Sometimes we would watch the sunset or stargaze together, it was great, it really was.

An:
Don't even ask what this chapter is...
Cac, terrible, worst chapter so far, there's no denying it.
Oh and if you didn't know, this book is in the #Wattys2015 (I don't even know why!) so I'm just like.. so gonna fail this just like life.
-Kyle