The Unexpected

Ch16 - Twitcam

Chapter 16 – Twitcam

When our bus started moving the exhaustion hit me. I didn’t bother exploring the bus with the boys; I would have plenty of time for that during the next couple of months. I mumbled a claim on one of the bottom bunks before pulling myself under the covers and passing out.

My exhaustion brought sleep didn’t last long.

“Emily!” I was being poked. My body reacted and jerked away from the offending touch. “Emily!”

“What?” I asked, not moving from my spot or opening my eyes.

“Well…” I recognized the voice as Derek’s and something seemed off. I opened one of my eyes, but stayed facing the back of my bunk.

“What’s wrong? Are you guys alright?” When he didn’t respond in three seconds I turned around to face him.

“Were doing a twitcam!” Derek announced and I noticed Alex holding the laptop behind him, camera facing me. I quickly pulled the covers over my head to avoid being recorded.

“What time is it?” My voice was muffled by my blankets.

“Two.” Derek replied cheerfully.

“In the morning or afternoon?” I questioned annoyed at his cryptic answer.

“In the morning!” He singsonged happily.

“Oh well in that case, fuck off!” I turned to face the wall once more and heard Alex laughing. I could picture the pout Derek probably wore right now. “Stop pouting, we have a show tomorrow, and we just finished our first one like 5 hours ago! I’m exhausted.”

“Yeah but were too pumped to sleep!” He whined.

“Not my problem.” I heard a grunt of annoyance before I was finally left to sleep. My second attempt at sleeping lasted longer.

I woke up to the quiet humming of the bus engine on the highway. I was still exhausted from all the excitement of doing the first show yesterday.  I stretched and took my time getting ready. I brushed my teeth in the tiny bathroom and changed into shorts and a band t-shirt. I walked through the bus slowly, taking it in. I hadn’t really seen a lot of it last night since it was dark and my only goal was to sleep. The bus was very nice; there was a bedroom area with a washroom and a living room area with a kitchen.  I liked the bus, it had everything without it being too crowded, and it was kind of homey.

I made my way to the living room and noticed Derek and Alex passed out on the couch.

“Idiots.” I mumbled under my breath before going on a search for some blankets.  

Upon finding some spare blankets in a cupboard I returned to the boys and assessed the situation. The two boys were lying awkwardly on the couch snoring away. I tried to move Alex first into a normal sleeping position but soon found him too heavy. I quickly found the same thing with Derek. I settled for shoving pillows under their head and laying the blanket over them both. I shrugged at my work before turning around with a plan of making breakfast for everyone.

Upon passing it I noticed that their laptop was still on. Getting down on my knees to look closer, it looked like they still had programs running. Suddenly it clued in; they had fallen asleep doing their twitcam. I looked at the time, it had been running for 8 hours, and it still had a couple thousand viewers.

I waved at the camera and watched as the tweets starting coming in again.

“Hi! Sorry you all are still waiting, but I don’t think that they will be waking up anytime soon.” I proved my point by poking a passed out Derek in the cheek. I was going to log off when I got an idea.

“You know what; y’all can help me make pancakes.” I picked up the laptop and put it down on the kitchen counter.

As I made pancakes I tried to answer all of the twitter questions as best I could. Some questions were so bizarre I found myself not even being able to find an answer. I found it weird that people even wanted to know these things about us. After reading one question I put down my spatula for a moment.

“I’m sorry” I leaned down to read the username of the asker, “samantha2114, I guess I don’t know what Alex’s favorite type of pancake is. That’s weird, I’ve always made chocolate chip and he’s never said anything. You know what; I’ll ask him later and tell you guys!” I smiled and returned to my cooking.

Suddenly my phone started ringing. I made a motion at the computer to be quiet even though I could not hear them. I looked at who was calling and gave the camera a shrug before answering.

“Hey Niall, what’s up?” My voice came out confused, why was he calling so early?

“Hey, I heard you were making pancakes, got any extra?” He asked hopefully and I rolled my eyes.

“Yeah I can make a couple extra for you. Just come over at the next stop.” We exchanged goodbyes before the line went dead. Shrugging my shoulders I addressed the computer again.

“I hope he likes chocolate chip pancakes.” My phone pinged with a text.

NIALL: Yes I do like chocolate chip.

“Niall stop watching my twitcam!” I shouted at the computer jokingly. Another ping.

NIALL: No

Ping.

NIALL: By the way you’re grumpy in the middle of the night ;)

“You’re a cheeky bugger Niall!” I cursed at the camera. It hadn’t clued in before that my early morning wake up had been broadcasted to the world. Suddenly my phone started ringing again. “And stop calling me!”

“Hello?” I answered the phone.

“Hey can you make me some pancakes too?” I was surprised to hear Harry’s voice instead of Niall’s.

“Yeah, chocolate chip alright?”

“Yeah thanks!” He hung up before I had a chance to say bye. Immediately upon me putting it down my phone had another incoming call, this time I checked the caller ID.

“What do you want Louis?” I asked leaning against the counter tapping my fingers.

“Pancakes?” He asked hopefully.

“Okay, coming up.” I hung up before he could. This time the phone rang before I even put it down. I opened it without looking at the caller ID.

“Liam or Zayn yes I will make you pancakes but if anyone calls me one more time I’m going to scream.” I hung up without waiting for a response.

I addressed the laptop again, “I think this is going to conclude this long-ass and weird twitcam. Thanks for watching, love you guys!”

A/N: This chapter is kind of weird; I wrote it a long time ago and decided to incorporate it. Not my best writing.. Like, love hate?