The Opportunity of a Lifetime

Chapter 62 (Brendon's POV)

I gotta pee.

I get up from the couch that is uncomfortable as shit, yawning and scratching my left butt cheek. I walk all the way to the bunk area where the fuckers are sleeping soundly in their comfortable little beds, until I realize I went the wrong way.

I groan the entire time it takes to walk all the away across the bus, trying to find the bathroom, not caring if I wake someone up doing so.

I finally find the stupid bathroom, barely able to hold in my pee. I pull down my pants and get ready to sit on the seat, (don't judge me; I sit down when I pee sometimes) except I feel my butt crack get blown off.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" I howl, leaping off of the toilet seat with my pants still down around my ankles. I twist my body around, trying to inspect my ass, but I can't get a good look, so I just end up spinning around in a circle like Pete with his bass.

I hear uncontrollable laughter, and then I hear the door creak open.

"What ha- AGH! BRENDON, YOUR DICK IS SHOWING!"

I whip around and see Pete, but I realize he's right, and my mister parts are hanging out. I hurry up and pull my pants up, embarrassed.

"Well, now were even, I guess," I say, grinning at him. He just rolls his eyes at me.

"Uh, so why did you freak the fuck out when you sat on the toilet?"

"OH YEAH! I needed to pee and I just pulled my pants down, ya know? And I went to sit on the seat-"

Pete smirks. "You pee sitting down?"

"-shut the fuck up, Peter. Anyway, I went to sit down, but then BOOM and it felt like I farted but, like, instead of it it going out of my body it flew right back in, ya know?"

I stand there and sniff, waiting for Pete to say something, but he's just looking at me weird. (Pic above)

"Uh... no, I don't know."

I sigh exasperatedly, and then Cheryl and Hailey come stumbling in, leaning on each other for support because they're laughing so hard. Why are they... *gasp* IT WAS THEM WHO WRECKED MY ASSHOLE!

"What the FUCK, guys?!" I shout, and they look at me, then each other, then just start laughing again.

I wait impatiently for them to finish, crossing my arms and tapping my foot.

"Care to explain why my butthole is sore now?"

"Poppers," Cheryl says, snickering. "We put poppers under the seat so they'd explode on the person who used the bathroom."

I just glare at them, wondering if I should kill them with fire or with a machine gun.

This is war.

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*Patrick's POV*

Sometimes being on vocal rest sucks.

Our show is in three hours, but I have to save my voice until then, so no talking whatsoever. Although, sometimes I'd like to give these nutballs a piece of my mind. They're literally trying to make me mad and to get me to talk, but it won't work.

"Patrick, do you think this looks good on me?" I hear Brendon call from another room, and then he walks out with one of Hailey's bras and thong. And that's all he's wearing.

I spit out the tea I was drinking, almost choking. I open my mouth to say something, but I slap my hand over my mouth before I can. They've been trying me all day, but this is a bit weird. I didn't even know Hailey had thongs.