Life on Tour (3) [Discontinued]

Chapter 10: Travis' POV (The Truck Stop)

*Your Name* had been asleep when Scooter poked his head in and to tell us that we were at a truck stop. I nodded, but I didn't get up, not wanting to wake her up, or leave her. Just a few minutes later she woke up and looked out the window. When she saw that we were at a truck stop I asked her if she wanted to go in, and she did. So we got money and walked around. After she got her food she left me to go check out and I started looking around to find something I wanted. While I was walking around I looked around and saw her talking to Vic. When I saw *your name*, her cheeks were pink and she was smiling. I couldn't help but feel jealous. I don't even know why. I don't know what made her blush, it could've been a compliment or she could've tripped and they were just talking now. I guess it's just the ginger temper. I sighed and shook my head, trying to refocus on finding what I wanted, but I couldn't, especially since I heard her giggle. But almost right after that the shop door jingled and I guess that was her walking out to the bus. I grabbed a bag of chips and got in line behind Vic, trying to get control of my emotions.

Once I got on the bus and walked into the front lounge, preparing to hang out, I saw Vic, sitting on the couch next to Danny, an Xbox controller in his hands. I couldn't do it then. Everyone in the front lounge said hi and I grumbled hi back, and then said I was going to bed. I knew I was getting weird looks as I walked out, but I didn't care, I needed to get out of there because I was afriad I was going to jump on Vic if I didn't. When I got to my bunk I saw that *your name*''s curtain was shut, so she was probably falling back asleep. So I just opened my curtain(ok, maybe a little violently), climbed in my bunk, and shut my curtain(also may have been a little violent). I grabbed my phone and my headphones and just laid there listening to music, trying to calm down. I was trying to tell myself 'So what, they talked, we're all on the same tour, of course they're going to talk.' But a little voice kept whispering, "But she told him what was wrong this morning and not you. He was the one that got her to leave the hotel." I knew it was true, but I was the one that asked him to do that. So I tried to ignore that voice, but I couldn't. That voice was the reason I had asked *your name* if she knew that I loved her earlier. It felt good knowing that she did know and that she loved me too. It had felt good seeing her asleep on my shoulder. It had made that voice go away for awhile. But now she was in her bunk and I was alone in mine.

I decided to get out of my bunk and ask if she wanted to hang out in the back lounge. I gently rapped on the wood by where she put her head in her bunk and gently slid the curtain open, whispering her name. She was already fast asleep, she hadn't even flinched. So I decided to leave her there and climbed back into my bunk, sighing. I grabbed a stuffed animal a fan had given me earlier this week, curled up under my sheets and hugged it tightly to my chest as I fell asleep, still listening to music.