The Summer Tour

hey! so, in the spirit of summer I've decided to try my hand at a little fan fiction. I hope you enjoy.

Stefan's POV

"THANK YOU LONDON!" I shouted into the microphone, sweaty and tired. Me, Dru and Ashley stepped off stage and each started to dry off. I grabbed a water bottle and drank it so fast I almost gagged.

"Slow down there, mate, don't choke,

eh?" Ashley said teasingly as he picked up a water bottle too.

I made a face at him and grabbed a towel to get the sweat out of my curly little afro. "I'll see you lot next week then?" I said. Next week was Dru's birthday and we were planning a surprise party for him. We told him it was rehearsals. Me and Ash exchanged quick cheeky glances and Dru groaned.

"Why do we have to have rehearsals on my birthday!?" he whined. That boy is so daft, let me tell you.

"It's scheduled," Ashley said, but before he continued, a short, pale girl with a redheaded pixie cut walked in. Ashley whistled, and I growled at him to shut it. I walked over to her and put my arms around her waist. "Hey babe," I said kissing her. Ashley let out an exasperated 'ugh' and walked off to talk to one of the supervisors about something.

"Ready to go?" Lauren asked. I nodded, said goodbye to everyone and we left. I sleepily trudged through the door, down the stairs and into the car. It was a pretty short drive home, our flat was only about fifteen minutes away, and in the early hours of the morning, even shorter. Lauren forced me out of the car and up the elevator into the home. I don't really remember what happened after that, until the next morning.

I woke up in just my pants, my trousers on the floor and my shirt laying next to me on the bed. The bed was unmade, but I assumed Lauren was already up, so I put on some trackies, and went downstairs. A fried egg sandwich and a tall cup of coffee sat on the counter, waiting. A note that read, "Gone out for a little brunch with Elliot, be back in a few xx" sat on the counter. I picked up the coffee and took a sip, boy was i hungover. I took a few bites of the sandwich and stretched, before the doorbell rang. I got over to open it and as soon as I turned the handle, a very excited Ashley burst through the door.

"Isn't it marvelous, mate? The US, coast to coast, wow!" he yelled excitedly, jumping up and down.

"What? What are you talking about?" I said, watching him flutter around in the kitchen, grabbing a bagel from the pantry, and placing it in the toaster.

Ash reached over and got the jam from the fridge, setting it on the counter and getting a butter knife from the drawer. "The tour, mate!" he said, looking at me like I was bonkers.

"What tour? Ash what are you talking about?" I looked at him quizzically.

"Oh! I forgot you left early last night, it seems I've ruined the surprise, eh?" he said cheekily. Grabbing his bagel, he motioned me over to my couch and we say down. He began spreading then jam on each side of the bagel. I looked at him confused, and he seemed to remember what he was talking about. "Mate, we're going on tour, coast to coast, in the US! This is a big break!" It took me a minute to fully process what he had said before I jumped up and pulled Ash up with me.

"THIS IS FUCKING GREAT!" I yelled, giving Ash a big hug. He hugged back, then about halfway through, he realized something.

"Uhmm... Stef? Why aren't you wearing any trousers?" we let go quickly and awkward, and I looked down and blushed a little bit. Whoops. Forgot about that.

The tour was scheduled about two months from now, and those two months were busy busy busy. Filled with rehearsals, writing, rehearsals, drama, rehearsals, late nights, and oh, might I add, rehearsals.