James’ pov
It was such a common thing to think that touring was all sex, drugs and rock and roll, but when you got down to it touring was really just music, hangovers and screaming fans. I already knew this, and I’d never been on a tour in my life. But from what Bradie had told me last night and today’s events it had become pretty evident I wouldn’t need to experience a tour to know the truth.
It was just on 9:30 now, and we’d only just arrived back in Sydney, with maddie and a bunch of energy drink bottles in tow.
Right now all I could think about was a shower, the fake salt chlorine stuff from being pushed into Andy’s pool had dried on me, and I was all gross from wearing the same clothes for 2 days straight. Not to mention my neck was stiff from sleeping on the floor, and my feet were filthy because I’d abandoned my shoes sometime last night and still hadn’t found them. By the time I finally got back to my place it was almost 10, and after having almost zero sleep last night I was just about ready to drop and sleep where I fell. But instead I showered, threw a load of clothes in the wash and shaved my attempts at a beard off. Being 18 and still not being able to grow proper facial hair was a total bitch, but out of the band I could grow the best beard, so I couldn’t complain there.
When I did finally get to bed I couldn’t sleep, the shower had totally revamped my energy and I was ready to dance. Instead I spent some time on twitter replying to people, it was the best feeling to see people’s reactions even if I’d just replied to them with a “hi :)”
Eddie and Jed kept denying it, but our fame was growing, quicker than i’d ever thought it would. In just a few weeks my twitter followers had doubled and then some.
When I did fall asleep it must have been about midnight, but I fell asleep happy.
Racheals pov
Bradie had crashed about 9, and for the last hour or so I’d sat here and watched him sleep, unable to silence my thoughts enough to sleep myself.
I was worried about him, since last night he’d been quiet and hadn’t said a thing about what happened with Imogen. He was usually so proud to have her around, talking about her heaps, but now it sounded as though he was mad with her. Or worse, worried about her.
Instead of staying here and watching someone sleep like a total weirdo I decided to go talk to Imogen myself, it was only 10ish.
Bradie sighed and moved a bit when I got up off his bed, but didn’t wake up. I found Imogen upstairs, in the same room as last night. Only now she looked a lot worse, and I could see she’d been crying.
“you okay kiddo”
She shrugged and paused for a minute.
“no”
“what’s up”
It took about 3 seconds for her to start crying again, and when I tried to sit down she threw her arms around me. I’d never really been much of a touchy person, I preferred to talk. But I just let her cry and put snot all over the shirt I was wearing.
I didn’t have any brothers or sisters of my own, only an old lady cat that we’d had for about a hundred years. So in a way, her being bradies and all I could sort of claim her as my sister, maybe.
“what’s up ims”
“if I told you you’d just hate me”
“will not. My secrets are darker than yours”
She paused and tried for a smile.
“promise you won’t tell..?”
“pinky promise”
Okay so I was a bit old for pinky promises but those things can’t be broken, they’re legit! Which is why they’re always good to use. We shook pinkys and she started to talk to me, or more like the words just tumbled out of her. But I listened, trying to understand why bradie was being so weird.
