How the Hell Did We Manage To Meet At SilverWood? (Denis Stoff Love Story)

My First Tour

(Yes I did take this picture.)

*Casper's POV*

I crawled out of the bunk and landed on my feet.

I groaned in tiredness. It's too fucking early for this.. Why did I have to wake up at this time.

The boys were waiting in the front lounge fully dressed.

"Wow, look at that Ben, she's just like you." Cameron chuckled.
"How's that?" Ben yawned.
"She sleeps as late as you do." Sam smirked.

I flipped them off and raided the fridge of a can of monster. So fucking sleepy.....

I yawned and cracked open the can, taking a sip.

"Look who finally woke up." James mocked as he walked into the bus.
"Shut up, I'm not used to being social. It tires me." I growled.
"Somebody is grumpy in the morning...." Denis joked.
"So what, wipe that grin off you face before I smack it off. This is what you get for waking me up so early."

"But nobody woke you up." Said Denis, still with a smirk on his face.
"You are loud. So yes you did wake my up." I retorted.
"You were sleeping with headphone on." Denis recalled.

"And...you're loud enough to where I can hear it." I grumbled. Ben chuckled, standing up and ruffling my hair.

"Don't touch my hair hoe." I growled, smacking his hand away.
Ben laughed.
"I can clock a weave from across a county bitch." I quoted from my favorite drag queen, Willam Belli.

"What does a weave have to do with anything?" Ben asked while laughing.

"Cause somebody dun snatched your weave out." I quoted once again.

"That doesn't even make sense!" Denis argued.

"Life doesn't even make sense!" I exclaimed.

I walked back to bunk alley, picking up my black AA tank with the British and American flag, shredded black skinny jeans, BVB buckle belt, and high top Vans.

"Taking a shower, if Any of you walk in, you're getting a nice punch to the throat." I called to the boys.

"Okay!" They yelled back.

I took my shower and changed into my outfit. I brushed my teeth and did my makeup.

Once I finished, I stepped out of the bathroom only to run into Denis.

"Oh shit, sorry." I muttered.

"It's okay. Damn, you clean up nice. Even though you're wearing all black, and it's hot as fuck outside." He replied.

".....look who's talking. You're wearing all black. And you already look good.......as always." I whispered the last part.

"I don't always look this good, it takes effort." He joked.

"Effort as in, a razor, shaving cream, rolling out of bed in the morning, a hair brush, soap, and water.With the necessary feeding every few hours." I added.

"Damn, that was a fast come back." He commented.

"It's a curse. Sort of... It's kinda nice really. But it takes practice." I mentioned.

"Where did you learn to do that?" Denis questioned.

"Eh, you pick up a few things from a Drag Queen." I admitted.

Denis looked at me weirdly, I shrugged and slipped on my black and blue Pierce The Veil hat.

"Come on, love." Denis said, taking my hand in his.

I nodded and walked out of the bus with him.

"Cassie, you look lovely you know that right?" Denis asked.

"I look decent, I could look better if I felt like it. But I'm bound to sweat my tits off so I'm not gonna put much effort in any of this." I muttered.

"You're always flawless love." He cooed.

"As far as you've seen. But it takes a lot of effort just to look presentable." I concluded.

"How so?" Denis questioned.

"By effort, I'm referring to waking up, eating is a challenge in itself, along with the requirements of: a flat iron, a brush, eyeliner, mascara, eyeshadow, primer, soap, water, a razor, shaving cream, music, band merch, items that are black, and wifi." I answered.

"Damn." He muttered.

"Yes, I'm not flawless, I like to enhance my good features more so that I think I look a bit better." I mumbled.

Denis untangled our hands and slung his arm around my shoulder. I blushed slightly. We had eventually made it to the AA tent.

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(A/N): Hey guys! So chances of me updating in the next couple days are slim. My dad's friend and his 9 year old daughter are here... She's been here less than a day and I'm already exhausted. Then to top it off, Tuesday I'm going to silverwood with them for the 3 fucking time this year. I went for a school field trip, went with my friend Sam, and now I have to go again. Holy shit I want to shoot myself. I can't watch band interviews or listen to my music out loud at a high volume cuz she's too young. Fucking hell... They're not leavening till Wednesday and they got here Saturday....this is absolute hell...

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