Jeds pov
My head was pounding like crazy, I had a serious craving for peanut butter sandwiches, and my mouth tasted poisonous. Guess I forgot to brush my teeth last night. Everyone was still sleeping, the house was silent and felt abandoned and dead.
When I finally managed to hunt down the bathroom again, why was it so much easier when you weren't trying to find it? I peed and washed my face, which at least made me feel a bit better, or more awake to say the least. This being Andy's house and not one of my close friends I didn't want to just help myself to his food, so instead I decided to take the risk and go and hunt down something to stop me feeling so shitty.
My clothes from last night were all wrinkled and my hair was sticking up in clumps like I'd slept in a bush. Well, I had slept on the floor, with my jacket for a pillow so a bush was close enough of a description.
It was warm and sunny outside, the glare hurt my eyes and made me glad that I had sunnies in my pocket. By the time I managed to find a supermarket I'd been lost twice, chased by a dog and gone in a few circles, but it was worth it. I ordered a coffee from the cafe across the street and made for the supermarket, I still had a wicked craving for peanut butter sandwiches so I bought a loaf of bread, a jar of peanut butter and the biggest bottle of iced tea I could find. The coffee was bitter, and burned my lips, but it settled my stomach. Finding Andy's house again wasn't as hard as I expected, it only took half the time it'd taken me to get to the shop to get back.
5 minutes later I was sitting on a chair on the back veranda, a plate of sandwiches and my bottle of iced tea in front of me.
The sandwhich made me feel better straight away, it settled the sick feeling in my stomach. I checked twitter to make sure I hadn't done any drunk tweets or photos last night, that I would regret in a day or so. Luckily, I hadn't.
The end of the chair I was sitting on sunk down a bit and I turned around to see Jackson looking awful.
"chuck me one of those" he gestured at the plate of sandwiches, his voice sounded awful.
"you don't like peanut butter.."
"I do today! If I don't eat something, like now I will totally vom all over you"
Obviously, I passed him a sandwhich.
Less than 5 minutes later James appeared, and he didn't even bother asking me he just helped himself to my food and flopped down on the chair opposite us.
"I guess this is touring hey? Late nights, getting drunk and making music?"
"guess so"
If this was what touring was like I wasn't so sure I wanted to do it. The music and late night parts I could handle but drunk every night? Judging by how awful I was feeling right now, getting drunk every night didn't sound to good.
Talking about tours, we were supposed to be having a practice session with short stack today, and I hadn't seen Eddie for ages.
"um guys, where's Ed?"
"I don't know actually. I haven't seen him since we got here...."
"shit"
So we were leaving for tour in what, 48 hours? And we'd lost our singer, I was feeling awful, jacko looked as though he was about to throw up and James was half asleep again. Great.
All I could do was grab another sandwhich and try to relax, but things weren't looking good right now.
