Love, Sex, Riot. (Bret Von Dehl love story)

Chapter 14: Motionless Sleep

Esence's POV

"Fucking hell," is what I scream when I first wake up the next morning. Big green-hazel eyes were wide open looking at me like I was crazy. I nearly rolled out of the bunk from being scared out my wits by my boyfriend who lay there staring at me while I slept. Talk about creeper.

"What," he questioned followed by a yawn.

"You're a fucking creeper, that's what," I whisper. He gives me an odd look before rolling over to face the wall. Oh yeah sure go back to sleep while I watch you like a creeper.

"Can you not fucking look at me," he snapped, pulling the cover off of me to cover him. Bish what?

"Uh excuse Mr. Grumpy Gills but I'm fucking freezing my balls off now," I sigh trying to pull the cover off of him causing him to hold onto it tighter.  

"Good. I hope they shrivel up and fall off," he responds in an annoyed tone. I huff in defeat and move closer to him to cuddle up for warmth, only causing me to be pushed away. Okay something was wrong. Did I do something wrong? If I did what the fuck did I do?

"Yes you did do something wrong Evanesence," I hear him mumble into the the pillows. Did I say that out loud?

"Yes"

"Okay sorry for whatever I did, even though I don't know what I did in the first place," I tell him trying to roll him over to face me.

"Well sorry doesn't cut it all the time now does it," he questioned peeking an eye out from under the cover.

"Well first of all I don't even know what I fucking did. So do tell me wise one what I did wrong," I told him getting frustrated. 

"You fucking called me a creep that's what. You know tha-" I silence his little rant by pressing my lips to his. He doesn't even kiss back causing me to pull back and look at him with a frown.

"t really hurts my feelings," he continued on from where he left off.

"First of all Mr., I got freaked out because you were just staring at me while I was sleeping and that's kinda weird. Second I didn't mean that to hurt your feelings. I was just trying to be funny cause that honestly scared me a bit. It's not everyday you wake up and have wide open eyes staring at you," I explain to him. He nods a little - sighing and pulling me into a hug.

"I know, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have acted like that. It's just I had like a really bad dream and I woke up scared so I looked over at you for reassurance and that just so happened to be the time you woke up," he exclaimed to me.

"Oh well wanna talk about it," I question looking up at him. He shakes his head no and leans in giving me a quick kiss on the lips.

"Nah it's fine. Anyways you need to get ready. Oh and you really stink," he tells me - pinching his nose with his fingers. I roll my eyes at him and hop out of the bunk going to the back room for an outfit. I grab baby wipes to freshen up a little since we only have a little bit of time and we have no shower on our bus. I think the last shower I took was when we were in Tennessee, and that was like three weeks ago. Call me nasty but that's what the tour life is like if your bus doesn't have a shower. Just imagine bands that have to be in a van. 

I wiped myself down before putting on my fresh pair of underwear and a new bra followed by some baggy skinny jeans  that only stayed on by hanging on my hip bones and a large drippy pizza tie dye shirt. I threw everything on and looked at myself in the mirror - pulling up my shirt and examining my stomach. All I saw was skin and bones. I sighed quietly before putting my shirt back down and grabbing my hat, phone, and some sunglasses. I headed out of the room to the front to see all the boys up and ready to go. I greet them with a smile and Scene hands me a bag of food from Chick-fil-a.