The Butterflies Will Live Forever (Adopted by 5SOS)

Chapter 9

-Jasmines POV-

Ashton looked like he was contemplating something in his head, but I figured it would be better to ignore it.

I looked around when I sat on the couch, and realized how spacey the tour bus was. It's bigger on the inside than you would think.

The last thing I remember was Luke putting Mean Girls 2, before I fell asleep.

•••

I felt someone carrying me, and decided they probably shouldn't be because I'm way too heavy.

"Put me down. I'm too heavy, your gonna break your back." I mumbled

"Shhh. Don't say that. Your skinny and very light-weight. Don't talk about your self like that, your too beautiful." I heard the voice say. It sounded like Michael but I'm not for sure. I opened my eyes a little to see his bright red hair.

He's lying.

Why are you here?

To make sure you know he's lying. He's only carrying you to your bed so he doesn't have to see your hideous face in the living room.

I know. I don't want to cry I front of anyone so I kept my eyes closed.

I waited for her to reply but she never did, meaning she left. I don't know if this chick is just a voice in my head that isn't real or if like its some kind of demon I can hear but can't see.

•••

"I'm really worried about her." A voice said. I had just woken up and the guys were having a conversation in the living room.

"I don't like how she's always wearing long sleeves or bracelets." Another voice said.

I was still too asleep to tell who was talking.

"Same. And she barely ate pizza, even though she said it was her favorite food." How does he remember that?

"Has she said anything out of place to any of you guys? She hasn't to me."

"Nope."

"Me neither."

"Michael?"

I heard a sigh before he started talking. "Last night when I was carrying her to bed, she told me to put her down because she's too heavy and I'm gonna break my back. I didn't think twice about it."

"Well shit."

"What do we do?"

"Maybe we should give her another day or 2. Things are going to be very different for her now that she's adopted. We'll be on the road a lot and it will take time for her to adjust. I'm sure she's fine."

There was a moment of silence.

"I guess. Let's just keep a close eye on her."

I waited another few minutes before getting out of bed so they don't think I heard they're conversation. I finger combed my hair, and left my "room". It was a very little area with a bunk bed, a mirror on the wall, small empty place in the floor, enough room for a couple suitcase under the bed, and a curtain for a door.

I changed into a long sleeve Green Day shirt and black skinny jeans. I brushed my hair before deciding to look at my phone.

I already had some apps downloaded, so I chose to check my Twitter. I logged in and all I saw was hate. Hate from the girls at school and the orphanage. I guess people didn't know who I was adopted by yet. I'm surprised Hannah and her friends haven't decided to tell the whole world yet. Probably for the guys' sake.

I walked out and greeted the boys. "Morning!" I smiled.

There was a chorus of replies before Ashton spoke up. "Are you hungry?"

"Not really. I just woke up a couple minutes ago." I said casually. Everyone eyed me a little but I tried to act like I didn't notice.

I sat down on the couch and started to read the hate messages.

"Have the boys realized your a worthless shit and left you on the side of the roads yet😂?"

One message down.

"Did they find out your a cutter and decided to bring you back?"

Two messages down.

"Just kills yourself already. No one loves you. No one even likes you."

Three messages down.

I decided it was enough for now because I'm not in the mood to cry.

I set my phone down on the couch, sighed in frustration, and went to the bathroom to empty my bladder.