Drumsticks and Guitar Picks - Complete

Chapter Eight - Unexpected

I'd somehow made my way magically to one of the bunks during the night, and a blanket had been thrown over me. I woke up ,and hit my head yet again, to someone knocking on the door. I flopped out of the bunk and padded over to the door expecting the boys to be back with breakfast.

"Hello gorgeous!" Chase smiled.

HANG ON A SECOND. Why was chase stood outside the tour bus, and more importantly I looked like I did. "One second!" I shut the door and spun around to fix my hair in the mirror conveniently to my left. It probably looked dodgy that I was wearing one of the guys shirts but we're friends. We share. Hopefully thats the message...

Chase laughed "I guess I don't have a choice..."

My hair wasn't too bad but I still looked like a poodle. Damn wavy hair. I fixed a few strands and put my fringe straight. I had that sort of just rolled out of bed and sexy racoon eyes deal going on. Suppose thats what I get for not taking off my make up properly. I pulled open the door again and sat next to Chase, who was perched like a cat on the top step. "Sorry about that!"

"It's not the worst thing I've seen in a morning..." He smirked.

"Thanks... I think..." I creased my eyebrows in doubt.

"Sleep well?"

"Suppose so. I magically made my way from the couch to my bed half way through the night though..."

"Those guys really care about you don't they!" Chase chuckled.

"I think they do too much sometimes"

"I wouldn't doubt it!"

"They 'care' to a point where its actually embarrassing to be around them..." I yawned. It was actually quite cold in the shade, and I was only wearing a thin top.

"You look frozen, and absolutely zombied!" Chase took off his hoodie and slipped it around my shoulders.

"Thanks... It can get pretty chilly in the shade. Won't you be cold now?"

"I'm a guy... Real men don't get cold!" He laughed and stood up, slapping his hands on his knees. "I'll see you down there then I guess! Oh and check the pocket of the hoodie..." He winked at me and walked off towards the tent ring, leaving me sat on the step like a loner.

I put my hand in the pocket of the huge black hoodie and pulled out a piece of folded paper. It read 'My number' on the front and when I opened it there was a 10 digit number staring back at me. I smiled and slipped my arms through the sleeves of the hoodie, then walked inside the tour bus and grabbed phone from my bag. There was a text from Tommy that had just been received. 'We will meet you at the tent in about half an hour, we will get breakfast! Oh plus You and Chase look adorable together sat on that step'

'You cant just spy on me!' I replied, then threw my phone down on the sofa and went to check if any of the guys had hooked up the hot water, which they had! (PHEW!!!)

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After getting a quick shower and changed into yet another pair of American flag shorts (I'm patriotic, get over it), a bandeaux, a floaty crop top with little flowers on it, I put on Chase's hoodie again over the top. It went down to just below my shorts and the sleeves were about a foot too long but in all honesty I liked it because it smelt of him. I remembered my cowboy boots this time and my jewellery which I was unfortunately laking yesterday, I touched up my make up and fixed my hair so I didn't look like a scarecrow. That could have been the worst possible thing to look like, Never mind raccoon.

My phone buzzed against the wood on the sofa (Its a good job it did actually, because I would have forgotten it) 'Hurry up!' The message from Tommy read. I sighed, slung my bag over my shoulder, grabbed the piece of paper that Chase's number was written on and left the tour bus. Ready for a day of being Crying for the Sinners with the three most awesome guys in the world.