The Unexpected

Ch17 - Tattoos and busses?

Chapter 17 – Tattoos and busses?

Over the next week I learned a couple things about being on tour.

1.       There was not much to do living on a tour bus.

2.       Our smaller bus was apparently a better hangout spot for the boys then theirs.

3.       Our bus was not meant to house eight people.

I often found myself having to step around the boys who seemed to litter every area of our bus. I didn’t mind, it often made the long rides from place to place more interesting. The days were usually spent playing video games, eating, checking twitter and playing with the guitars - pretty much what we did at home.

The shows had been going on without a hitch, although the boys found a new more embarrassing way to introduce us each time. Derek, Alex and I were getting less nervous in front of the massive crowds and we even saw a poster for our band at the last show.

Currently I was lying in my bed, trying to catch some sleep with my pillow over my head. For some reason it wasn’t working.

“Die!”

“Hey I’m on your team!”

“No you aren’t I just killed you!”

“That’s because you’re an idiot!”

Smack.

“Liam, Harry just hit me!”

“You did kill your own teammate Derek.”

“Shut up Louis.”

“Ha! I won!”

Smack.

I rolled over on my bed groaning, oh yeah, that’s why sleep wasn’t working. I didn’t quite understand how any of the boys could have any energy early in the morning after a show. Don’t get me wrong, I’m usually a morning person, but this is just ridiculous.

I dragged myself off of my bunk and walked into the living room. None of the boys looked up when I entered, too immersed in their game. I plopped myself beside Derek on the couch and leaned my head on his shoulder.

“G’mornin’ Ems.” He said without breaking eye contact with the screen. I groaned in response, too tired to form words.

“Someone’s a ray of sunshine this morning!” Louis said sarcastically from across the room. I flipped him the bird and he just stuck out his tongue in response.

For a while I watched the game they played on the screen. I couldn’t really tell who was who and soon got bored of watching the men run around the screen shooting at each other. Video games were only fun when you were playing as well, and I didn’t feel like asking to play.

I settled for looking around the room. Liam and Alex were sitting on the far couch mirror each others expression of concentration looking at the screen. Louis was lying across the bean bag on the floor, his tongue out the side of his mouth and muttering things like ‘take that!’ or swearing every couple of seconds. Harry was on the other side of Derek, his legs crossed in front of him. Suddenly something occurred to me, there were only five boys in the room.

“Hey, aren’t you guys missing two?” I asked stiffling a yawn.

“Zayn and Niall decided to sleep in.” Harry replied looking over quickly before returning to the game.

“Smart.” I mumbled before checking my watch, “When’s the next time were stopping for gas?”

Four boys shrugged while Liam checked his watch.