A Devil's Love

Chapter 8

Scarlet's POV~

   The bus is quiet when I wake up. My hand is on Vinny's chest, his heart beating against my hand. My eyes close for a moment and I feel his arm sneak around me tighter. "Good morning," he says quietly.

  "Good morning," I yawn, my face nuzzling into his chest. "How'd you know I was awake?"

  "Your heart beat and the small jolt," he chuckles. His other hand reaches up and ruffles his hair then mine. "We should get up and eat." I groan in reply as Vinny scoots out then turns to help me crawl out for the morning. Ryan is still laying in his bunk, the curtain drawn back.

  "Morning," he greets, looking up for a second.

  "Good morning," Vinny and I reply. I stumble behind him as we head up front, my legs hardly carrying my body weight.

  "What time is it?" I ask yawning again.

  "It's 9," I hear Rick answer. My hand comes up to my face. Yeah, a little too early for me. I go to turn around but Vinny quickly flips me around. Justin laughs as I reluctantly follow Vinny's lead before hopping onto the sofa.

  "Good morning to you, too, Scar," Chris chuckles next to me. "Need a minute before we go get coffee?" Shit. I scruff my hair and smile.

  "Good morning, and yeah I'd appreciate it," I laugh.

As everyone gets ready I find it hard to pick an outfit for the day. It's somewhat dreary out from the looks of what I saw through the windows. My hands claw through my bag, trying to find something warm enough for the day, but can be taken off during the show. I settle on some black pants and converse with an old Bleeding Through shirt and snatch a black hoodie with a bleached biblical angel design. My hair falls forward as I decide what to do with it, ultimately deciding that I should leave it down for now. As soon as Justin leaves the bathroom I sneak in to do my eyeliner and add a pop of nude lipstick on. Shit. My contacts. . . I purse my lips at my reflection for a moment. Eh, I'll risk it. I take out my contacts from their case, wash my hands, and begin the process while trying to be careful with my eyeliner. A knock at the bathroom door catches my attention as I blink rapidly at myself, the corners of my eyes watery for a moment. I hurry and touch my liner up then open the door to find Chris waiting.

  "Nice shirt," Chris grins. "I didn't realize you were a fan of them."

  "Thanks," I smile. Holding my hoodie in one hand, I tuck my hair back from falling forward before tossing it on. "Ready to go?"

  ~

   Chris and I settle into a booth at a small coffee shop. Both hands are wrapped around my mug, taking in the warmth from my caramel latte. "Cold?" Chris chuckles. He has a larger coffee in his hands, taking a sip from it and sighing.

  "Just a bit, yeah," I smirk. I take a cautious sip, trying my best not to fucking burn myself. Too late. A small sting hits my tongue, but fades as I drink a little more. Nothing like the sting of hot coffee, I think to myself.

  "How'd you sleep? You looked pretty. . I wouldn't say bad, but tired," Chris asks with a small laugh.

  "I slept good, I'm just not a morning person," I chuckle.

  "I couldn't tell," Chris smirks. "Mornings can still be hard for me, too, sometimes, but you get used to it." We both sit in silence for a bit, I assume we're both just enjoying each others company. I'll always enjoy the silent moments like this as much as the talkative times. Sometimes it's just better to sit and listen. "I think you're one of the only people that doesn't try to strike up a conversation all the time," Chris speaks up after awhile. "Rick is like that, too."