Tragic Magic

Chapter Thirty Two

Some people dream of waking up with someone else, other's fear it. For me, it depends on who I'm waking up with. For the past year I dreamed of waking up with Craig again, but the night we're together again, I find myself waking up in someone else's bed.

It was early in the morning and my head was pounding. I could already tell I had too much to drink, I don't even remember coming back to the bus. I found myself back into Craig's arms, but something didn't feel right. We were in a bunk higher than normal and it wasn't Craig.

I couldn't think and it was too dark for me to tell who I was laying on. I hear a groan and automatically know who's bunk I'm in.

"TJ," I whisper, trying to wake the person underneath me.

"What?" He groans half asleep.

"TJ, wake up," I shake him.

He touches my face, "Juliet? What are you doing in my bunk?"

"I don't know, but I need to get back down to mine and find my clothes before the others wake up," I can't see him, but I can imagine his expression is priceless.

"Oh, fuck," he whispers, "just get back down there and I can find yours and my clothes later."

"Jesus Christ, I'm sorry," I attempt to pull myself off his chest without falling.

"Hey, it's okay, shit happens. Don't make it a regret," he helps me back into my own bunk.

"Wanna go for breakfast in the morning?" I ask him, still half asleep.

"It's already morning, Juliet," he laughs.

"I mean in a few more hours," I settle back into my bunk.

"Sure, we have a lot to discuss."

I slept by myself for the next few hours, trying not to think about the fact that I cheated on Craig last night. What he doesn't know won't kill him, right? After all, he's been cheating on me, so I should feel too bad about this- but I do.

"Juliet," TJ shakes me awake, "I found your clothes, get dressed and meet me outside."

I run into the little bathroom and throw my clothes back on. I look like a disaster, so I reapply my makeup and tie up my hair. I tried to walk as quietly as I could past all the bags lying in the middle of the bus without tripping. Thankfully I made it out of the bus without waking anyone.

"What the hell happened?" I meet up with TJ outside.

"Good morning to you too, how did you sleep?" He avoids the question.

"I don't remember, you tell me," I give him a look.

"I honestly don't remember coming back last night. Did we..?"

"Yeah, I think we did," I sigh.

"Damn it," he runs his fingers through his hair, "are you alright?"

"Yeah, I'm okay," I smile, "are you alright?"

"Well I can't say I'm doing bad," he laughs.

"You're an ass," I push myself against him, "where are we going?"

"Twisters?" He nudges me.

"Probably not a good idea," I laugh.

We left the venue as the other bands started to make their way out of the tour buses. We didn't know where we were going, but it didn't matter, we were happy.

"Am I a bad person?" I ask TJ.

"No, we were both just drunk last night."

That's not why I feel bad though. I feel an emotional connection to him already.