Believe in Second Chances

18) One Of The Others

-Ben

Lunch passes on great! There's no awkward silence, just nice conversations. My worry fades away after a while.

We even laughed at some points! I crack some passive way-too-awkward-and-sexual jokes. I'm myself again!

"It's going to be nice to sleep in a bed again!" Kylie laughs as we get our things.

"I know..," I agree, holding my electric bass, my acoustic one and a big speaker.

Kylie carries her bag and mine. It's weird seeing such a tiny person holding so much. I mean, not to be misogynic but she does look kind of fragile. For a very skinny person being 5'2" (158 cm) tall, you'd get that kind of thoughts.

She suddenly stops after wandering a bit from the tour bus. Kylie puts the bags on the ground and puffs out.

"You ok?" I ask her, catching up with her now.

She nods, ruffling on her scalp before taking the bags again.
"I'm fine, just needed a break."

"Ok then," I respond and start pacing in tact with her, "You don't seem to be overwhelmed with getting a real bed."

She turns her head a bit.
"What do you mean?"

"Everyone here are kinda tired of bunker beds. Like, getting a real bed is a big deal here."

"Really?"
"Yeah."
"Well, the bunker beds aren't that bad." she mumbles and shrugs.

I chuckle.
"That's what I've been saying."

"No Ben," Kylie utters, "I mean, I've been sleeping at worse places than a bunker bed."

She has stopped again, gazing me in the eyes. Now she continues carrying our bags to our room in this motel.
Once again, she leaves me to my thoughts and questions.

When I open the door to our room, my first sight is Kylie on the bed.
"Thanks for the help..," I snicker, shutting the door with my foot.

No answer.

I put down my equipment and take an extra look at my girlfriend. She's lying with on her stomach, with her arms spread around.

"Kylie?" I ask anxiously, "Ky?"

She turns her body to lie on the back as I take her shoulder. It scares me a bit, I must admit...

"How are you?!"

Kylie sits up, rubbing her temple. I sit down beside her, taking her free hand.
"Sorry, I just got so tired... I could barely do anything..." she stammers.

"You passed out?"

"No, I just got all of the sudden really tired. It's ok, I guess it's because the physical activity."

"How?" I ask worriedly as I take both of her hands.

"I dunno... I just get exhausted easily..."
"Ok then."

I enclose my arms around her, hugging her tightly. I place my nose on the crook where her collar bone is placed.

"I'm sorry I didn't help you with your things..." she sighs.

"It's ok, I don't get totally exhausted by carrying it."

She giggles.

That's the way it stays. We just stay in each other's embrace throughout the time. For a while, we watch TV. A quite nice time actually.
Just lying there, having her close.

Normally I would've probably slept with her by now. Ok, not "probably". I really would! This time, it has been like, over a month. I have not had sex with her and I actually still feel great.