Persephone's POV
I sat on my bed listening to my brother and his friends talking downstairs.
Sighing, I stood up and walked over to the mirror that was on the back of my door. Checking that my makeup was okay, I walked downstairs to see my brothers friends.
I had barely made it down the stairs when I was lifted from the floor.
I let out a small squeal.
“Dude, she just came out of her cave, leave her alone,” my brother said. “Oh fuck you DJ,” I said playfully. The shoulders of the person who had me slung over them shook as he laughed. I realized it was Michael. “Hello to you too Michael,” I said as he set me down. He smirked. “Hello Persephone,” he said. I sat on the couch between JJ and my brother DJ and said, “So what are you boys doing today?” “Talking about tour plans. You're coming with,” DJ said. “What? Why?” I asked. “Because you can't be trusted alone because of the last time I left you alone.” I crossed my arms. “I ran outside naked one time on a dare and you will never let me forget that will you DJ?” I asked angrily. “Nope. Now go pack your things because we all know how you girls are,” DJ smirked. “You are asking for it you know,” JJ smirked back.
When the time finally came, I walked onto the bus and claimed my bunk.
DJ stood outside of the bunks and said, “You realize you're going to have to share right?” Rolling my eyes I said, “Do I get to at least pick who I bunk with?” “Doesn't matter to me. They all know you're off limits.” “I'm fucking twenty years old DJ. I can pick who I date,” I snapped. “Someone needs a drink,” he teased. “JJ! GET YOUR CREEPY ASS OVER HERE!” I yelled. JJ walked over with a smile and quietly said, “Yes my fellow creep?” “Bunk mates?” He smiled, “Sure.”
JJ crawled into our bunk and I pulled out my lap top and moved to the other end of the bunk so he couldn't see what I was doing.
We were close but I couldn't trust him with this. I knew he would go straight to DJ about it.
I smiled at my screen when I saw he had messaged me.
'Hey gorgeous, I'll see you in a bit ;)-Kuza'
'I can't wait <3 I hate hiding this from my brother :/'
'I know, but soon you won't have to. I see the bus so I'll see you in a minute :*-Kuza'
I shut my laptop and grinned.
“Who died to get that smile on your face?” JJ asked. “No one,” I said as the bus stopped.
I climbed out of the bunk and walked towards the door.
Kuza walked onto the bus and grinned at me. “Hey Kuza, “I haven't seen you in ages,” I said with a smile. Kuza pulled me into a tight hug and kissed my cheek when no one was looking.
“Hey man, you're gonna love this tour. We get to see our old friends in Motionless,” DJ said with a grin, pulling Kuza away from my grip. I glared at my brother and he said, “What crawled up your ass?” with a chuckle. Rolling my eyes, I walked back to my bunk where JJ lay with his arms crossed.
“Something's going on,” he said. “What makes you say that?” I asked as I crawled back in. “You're all secretive now and you weren't before. Are you not going to let your best friend in on the secret or not?” he asked a bit hurt. “JJ,” I said quietly, “You can't tell anyone especially not my brother.” “I promise I won't Seph.” “I'm dating Kuza,” I breathed. JJ's eyes widened. “Persephone, he isn't right for you,” he said. “I knew you'd react like this!” “I just have your best interests in mind,” JJ said. I crossed my arms and was about to say something when the curtain was pulled back. “Are you sure you want to bunk with JJ?” DJ asked, “Because there's no switching after tonight.” “I think I'll bunk with Kuza,” I said and grabbed my bag. JJ gave me a sad look and I walked to Kuza's bunk where he sat smiling.
As soon as I shut the curtain, he attacked me with kisses.
Kissing my jaw line, my neck my lips and down my neck again. I giggled, “Kuza stop,” I whispered. “You know you don't want me to,” he whispered against my neck, making me shiver. “That's why you need to stop,” I giggled, “We can't have sex while my brother and his band is on the bus.” Kuza sighed and settled on pulling you close against him.
“We'll see about later,” he smirked.
