Into Your Arms // John O'Callaghan

VI.

Day 7 - House of Blues, Anaheim  

Today instead of getting to hang out and check out the city we were in, American Filter was scheduled for interviews until we played. I didn't mind but I knew some of the boys rather do other things then get asked the same questions over and over again. 

A yawn left me as I dragged my feet from the bunks to the front of the bus, it was currently 7 am and Peter had woken us all up because we had a early interview at 8. I chuckled as I heard a few of the boys whining and complaining over the wake-up call. Quickly, I made a pot of coffee because I knew they'd be extra grumpy without some sort of caffeine in their systems. Today was going to be a busy day so I made sure to make enough for all of us.

"Morning sunshine." I greeted Will as he trudged out of the bunks. 

He shot me a glare before plopping down on the couch and turning on the television, we didn't have actual cable but we had netflix and that's about the same thing only better. Will began flipping through the shows before settling on Friends. 

The others slowly made their way out, one by one. I poured the scalding hot coffee into the mugs before handing the cups to each of them, their faces perking up as the aroma flooded their senses. My lips turned down into a frown as I glanced out the window and noticed the overcast weather, I really hoped it didn't rain tonight. I'd feel awful if the fans had to stand out in the pouring rain. 

With a sigh, I pushed myself of the counter and headed to the bathroom to get ready, I dressed in a simple outfit; ripped skinny jeans and a loose black t-shirt that I had tied a knot into on the side. I brushed the knots out of my hair to make myself more presentable, after spraying myself with perfume I exited the bathroom and let whoever's next use it. 

Tyler walked in after me and began coughing. "Oh my god, Bree! I feel like I just got punched in the face with flowers." He whined. 

My brows furrowed as I turned around to look at him. "You say that like it's a bad thing.. It's better than the smell of your guys' B.O." I retorted. 

"Hey! It's not that bad." James huffed. 

I rolled my eyes and sat down on the couch, pulling out my phone.  I noticed that I had a text from a unknown number, hesitantly, I opened it. 

Hey! It's John.       The text read.

I bit back the smile that was beginning to tug at my lips and texted back. 

How did you get my number? 

He probably wouldn't reply any time soon since it was pretty early but he'd eventually see it. I was internally screaming, I had John's number! I felt like a giddy child with a school girl crush, I needed to get a grip. 

"Bree!" Peter shouted, clapping his hands in my face. 

A yelp left me as I finally paid attention. "What?!" 

The others laughed at my sudden startle, Peter had a smile tugging at his lips but tried to remain serious.