You'll Play The Romeo, Ill Play The Juilet. (Of Mice & Men)

Smells Like Trouble, & Cheap Perfume.

"Ughhhh, common Linds! You've been in there forever! I really have to pee!" Alan shouts from outside the bathroom.

I laugh, and finish my makeup, "Do you want me to look like crap?"

We are going to a bar tonight, and I just really want to make sure that I look better than I usually do. I'm wearing a short skirt that I got before we left for tour, and a low cut shirt. I also have my hair curled.

I make my way out of the bathroom, and Alan mumbles finally and doesn't even bother shutting the door, so I shut it for him.

I make my way out to the front lounge, and I sit in between Phil, and Austin.

Everybody is staring at me, but within a couple seconds they continue to make conversation about today's signing.

"Let's get this party star-ted," Alan says looking at me eyeing me from top to bottom, "dang girl!"

My cheeks flush red, and everybody stands up and we make our way to the club.

Austin grabs my hand, and walks closer to me, "you look beautiful, Linds," he whispers in my ear.

My cheeks flush red again, and we walk into the club. Everybody sits at the bar, and Austin orders himself a drink.

"Don't you want anything?" Austin asks me.

"I don't like drinking. You know... Lightweight?"

He laughs, and takes a sip of his drink.

*An Hour Later*

"Are you ready to go?" Austin asks me.

I nod my head, and we walk hand in hand to the bus. We get in the bus, and we walk back to the bunks, and he climbs up the bunks and opens the escape door.

I climb up after him, and we sit there for just a couple of minutes.

"Lindsay, you know I really like you. I'm aware that you really like me too, and I just want you to know that I'm always going to treat you right, and I want to spent awhile with you. Will you be my girlfriend?"

"Y-yes," I say with a couple tears rolling down my face.

Austin pulls his hand up to my face and brushes the tears away.

"Smile baby," he says pulling me into his lap, and kisses me gently.

I begin shivering, and he pulls his sweatshirt off, and slips it over my head. I slip my arms into it, and I lean back Into him.

I look up into the sky, and Austin searches for my hand. I slowly begin falling asleep, when we hear the boys enter the bus with their drunken laughter.

We climb back down into the bus, and I crawl into my bunk, and Austin climbs into his. He reaches his hand halfway across the space between us, and I do the same.