"Sally! Could you help with this?" Jack hollered from the kitchen.
I had been getting ready early for the that nights show when Jack came on the bus, shouting carelessly about wanting food. Without warning, nor permission, he began raiding our scarce amount of assorted frozen pizzas and canned chips that were stowed in various compartments of the kitchen area.
The door slammed as he entered, startling me while I was applying my eyeliner and causing me to jump and smear it.
"Dammit Jack, you scared the shit out of me," I growled, peering out of the bathroom and glaring at him. He shrugged, not really caring due to his hunger. I watched momentarily as he rummaged through the cabinets, returning to the mirror when I lost interest.
Over the past week, it had become almost routine for him to barge onto the bus; without knocking or even informing us in advance. He would just casually walk onto our bus and, more often than not, break a glass or rob us of our hairspray.
It wasn't just Jack, however. Alex would find himself bored without his best friend and since Rian was almost always with his girlfriend and Zack was taking photography classes, he'd occasionally ended up joining Jack as well.
It didn't bother me though. Sure being crowded into a somewhat small area with four to six people at a time was difficult, but those boys never failed to make me laugh.
I set groaned as I walked my way to Jack, arms crossed and my mild annoyance displayed clearly on my face. Jack, who had apparently found something to eat, was standing by the television staring at it with immense confusion as he slowly chewed his burrito. When he he heard me enter he looked up at me and smiled, suggesting he was apologetic but wanted something.
"Hi," he said too merrily, "your makeup looks nice." I glared at him, knowing he was playing nice so I would help him.
"Cut the crap Jack, what do you need me to do," I said calmly while I rubbed the corner of my left eye.
He sighed in relief when he noticed my genuine offer, "I don't know how to work your tv and I want to watch Home Alone," he whined, pouting at me.
"Why don't you just watch it in your own bus?" I laughed, his eyes became protuberant and the frown he had developed deepened as his lip quivered.
"Well I wanted to watch it with you," he confessed before adding, "and the guys are all busy."
"Where are they?" I questioned, taking the dvd case from him and putting Home Alone into the player.
Jack sat down on the couch, leaning back as he cradled his head in his linked fingers, "Rian is at Starbucks, Zack is hanging out with the guys from Yellowcard, and Alex's girlfriend is visiting," his voice filled with venom as he mentioned the girlfriend I was not informed on.
"A girlfriend? There's no way," I jokingly laughed, as if the thought of him dating was preposterous.
"I have no idea how that douche bag managed to get a girl either, but unfortunately he did."
"Why? Is someone jealous?" I placed myself next to Jack, folding my legs underneath one another and poking his cheek.
Over the short time I had been on tour with them, I had witnessed many hugs that lingered too long and one drunken kiss between Alex and Jack. Not only had I had a personal experience of what their fans called "Jalex," but I had also watched countless videos of them performing homosexual actions. I figured I needed to learn more about the band if I was going to be on a tour with them for an entire two months. This resulted in hours of isolating myself in my bunk, listening to their music and watching interviews. By then I knew the basics.
