How I Learned to Love Myself{DISCONTINUED}

Travel

 I got up early the next morning. After getting dressed(SEE EXTERNAL LINK), I decided to wake up the Turtle. I pound on the door.

"Get up off your lazy arse!" I yell. "You have to get out of my house. I'm packing today, since you guys play tonight." I opens the door, only in his underwear. My eyes go wide, and I gulp.

"So... yeah. Get ready." I say, turning and heading towards the kitchen. I'm not going to lie. His tats were both beautiful and intimidating at the same time. He comes out again, this time fully dressed. He was wearing a pair of black skinny jeans, and a Key Street pullover. The tattoos on his hands and neck were visible. I pulled out four hard boiled eggs, and handed Tony two.

"Here. Most important meal of the day, yeah." I say. "So. I need to pack today, and of course head to the venue with you guys. In case of emergencies, I will be sleeping on the tour bus with you guys. And, yes I know what I'm dealing with." I say before he can open his mouth. "I've had a fair share of parties and tours. You guys are the first Yanks I'm traveling with, though, so I'm going to feel more like a guide while we're driving, yeah?" He nods in agreement, while wolfing down the first egg.

"Oi! You're a boy, not a wolf." I shout, stepping out of the kitchen and into the living room. I put together a small medical kit in my rucksack. Bandages, rubbing alcohol, tweezers, L.E.D., Aspirin, and such. I look up from my organization, to find Tony sitting on the couch, looking at me.

"What?" I demand.

"Nothin. Hey, have you kept in contact with the twins?" He asks.

"Nope. Have you? Last I heard from them... it was my 18th birthday." I respond. I never thought much about it. Where do you live, now? I'm sure you moved out of Washington when you could."

"San Diego, California."

"So that's why you're wearing a jumper inside." I chuckle. I stood up to grab my suitcase from my bedroom. When I came back, I found Tony half asleep, slumping on the couch. I grabbed the final things I needed(My mug, make up kit, glasses case, contact case, phone, etc.), and placed it in my rucksack, next to the medical kit. I tied up everything I needed, and heard a knock on the door. Looking through the peephole, I saw it was James. 

"Here to say the last goodbyes?" I ask, as he pulls me into a hug.

"I'm going to miss driving you to Starbucks every morning, for how long? 3 months?" I nod, pulling away.

"3 months, and then we watch Doctor Who and Sherlock together again. And, I'll bring back a beer from the Guinness factory, promise. Well, you have the key, so if your mum gives you issues, just stay in your usual room. Speaking of, Tony slept there last night, so sorry if the bed isn't made." I pull away, and pull my luggage behind me and my rucksack on one of my shoulders. I go downstairs to find a bus parked in front of the sidewalk. Vic, Mike and Jaime are leaning on it, so I guessed that this was the tour bus.

**3 Hours Later**

We were on the road for two hours now. The boys and I just sat around, while Matt and some tech guy were in the front driving and giving directions.

"Shit!" Someone shouts from the back alley where the bunks are. I get up to see the commotion. Jaime, was inspecting his hand, and poking at it.

"Urm... what happened?" I ask. He faces me, putting his hand behind his back. "Give me your hand Jaime." I demand. I pulls it from behind his back, and lets me inspect it. "Day 1, and someone already has an injury... Tony! Bring me my rucksack!" I shout towards the lounge.

"Your what?!" Tony asks.

"Doctor Who print-" I start explaining.

"Oh... we call it backpack, but here." He says, tossing it to me.

"Careful! I have rubbing alcohol in there!" I start rummaging through the sack, first making sure nothing was broken, second getting out the alcohol, tweezers, and bandages. "Mind telling me how you got fragments of a Jack Daniel's bottle in your hand, lad?" I ask, easing the conversation, as I pull out the tiny pieces of glass with tweezers.

"I'm a total clutz." He says. "And I like whiskey. Those two traits don't mix well." I chuckle at his response.

"Okay, this may sting a little." I say, as I put the rubbing alcohol on a cotton ball, and hunch over the hand. Gripping Jaime's wrist tightly, so he can't pull away, and disinfect the wound. He hisses a little when the alcohol comes in contact with the open flesh, but he keeps the Spanish cursing to a minimum.

Last I wrap his hand in the bandage, and tuck in the loose edges. 

"There." I say. "All done. Now, I suggest no more glass bottles for you." I add, standing up, and patting his cheek. I walk back into the front lounge where almost everyone has fallen asleep.

"OI! WAKE UP! And if you're tired, then GET TO YOUR FUCKING BUNKS!" Sometimes you just have to get real with some boys. Mike gives me full view of his middle finger as he climbs into his bunk. Vic gives me a death stare as he crawls into his. Tony looks shaken, and Jaime was wide awake, so he wasn't fazed. I pick up my rucksack, and put everything back inside my bunk. Putting my iPod in, I listen to some music for awhile. 

From Melanie Martinez, to Muse, it's about an hour that I was listening to music. I poke my head out to find Jaime, climbing into his bunk. He realizes I'm watching, and sits on the edge.

"I'm taking that you don't like travel?" He asks. I shake my head. To be honest, I almost hated traveling outside of Glasgow. "Sleep helps the time move faster." He offers. I only shrug.

"I just don't enjoy being on the road. Plus I'm traveling with Irish folk, of all people. Scotts and Irie, we either hate each other, or love each other. No in between. Well... unless we're related, but that's besides the point. Plus I haven't seen Tony in 11 years. I can't expect everything to be smooth, as if I never left." It was at that point, I think I wanted to cry. "I haven't heard the twins in 9 years, and Mike and my foster parents, I haven't talked to them since I was 21. and just-"

"Hey, Calm down." Jaime says, as he leaves his bunk and walks towards me. He pulls me into a hug, and I feel calm again. He pulls back a little to face me. "Sometimes we only need a hug to realize it'll be okay." I lay my head back down on his chest, and we stay like that for another minute or so, as my shaky breath returns to normal. 

"Goodnight Jaime. And thank you for the hug." I say, climbing into my bunk.

"No problem. Goodnight to you." He responds.

I let all my thoughts drift as I fall asleep.