Run Away From The Pain

Let's Hit The Road, Boys.

"Let's go let's go.. LET'S FUCKING GO!" I giggled as we packed up the European tour bus the band bought for this tour. 

"Well someone's excited.." Steven giggled, wrapping his arms around my waist from behind. 
I smiled and turned around in his arms so I could plant a kiss on his plush lips. 
The first thing I saw, however, was a bug-eyed reflection of myself, which shocked me (to say the least)

He was wearing his mirrored aviators, and a backwards, beige baseball cap, attop his thick curly brown hair. He had on a black v-neck t-shirt, and was wearing a cheetah print silk blazer over it, with a pair of black jeans, and his black cowboy boots. 
He looked so cute I couldn't help but throw myself at him, kissing him passionately.

"Woah, baby." He chuckled, being knocked back slightly, as my lips locked with his. 

"Can you guys get a fuckin' room?" Brad scoffed as he walked down the marble steps of the palace, his arms occupied by luggages. 

"There's one in the back of this bus, right?" I smired, taking a suitcase out of Brad's arms, to help him with the load. 

"Yeah, But Claudia and I have dibs on it, tonight." Joe and Claudia both decended the steps, with stupid grins plastered on their faces. 

"Then where the hell are Steven and I supposed to sleep?" I rolled my eyes jokingly. 

"In your bunk," He replied with a smug grin, as he set down his bags in the storage bins under the bus. "Just like the rest of us had to do for the entire last tour, because someone comandeered the bed.." 

"Hey... That's not fair, and you know it." I pointed a skinny finger at him, and narrowed my golden eyes into dangerous slits. "The circumstances were ten times different back then.." 

"I know... I know." He sighed, and raised his hands in surrender. "I was just kidding."

"Anyway, seriously, where do you think we're gonna sleep?" Steven asked. "The bunks are tiny as fuck, and the couches on this one are sooo un-fucking-comfortable." 

"To make it fair, we'll switch off every night we're not in a hotel." Claudia smiled, mediating the conflict. "For the night's we're on the road, and need to sleep on the bus, the couples can switch."

"Just don't dirty up the sheets..." Joe frowned, seriously. "I'm not too thrilled about sleeping in Steven's cum shot." 

"And we should be saying the same to you.." I scoffed, watching both him and Claudia turn tomato red. 
They seemed to laugh it off, and hopped on the bus, claiming their spaces, as Steven and I claimed the small bunk we would share. 
We waited a few more minutes for Tom and Joey to come out, bringing all their luggages to pack up the bus with. 
Once we were all ready to go, I strolled off the bus and over to the large marble steps where my mother, father, and brother all stood, waiting to say goodbye. 

Isabella began to tear up, and Andrew had a weary look placed in his shimmering green eyes. Nicholas was the only one who seemed genuinely happy for me and my decisions, though I knew he was so desperately worried about the drug situation. 

My mother pulled me into a large hug, and instantly began crying. 
"Please don't go away for too long, this time." She balled. 

"I won't." I laughed lightly, returning her embrace. 
When she finally released me from her viper grip, she reached out to another body, next to me.
I hadn't noticed that Steven followed me off the bus, to say goodbye as well. 
"Steven, you've become almost like a son to me, please keep in touch!" She sobbed, giving him the same warm embrace she'd just given me. 

I turned to my father, who was now tearing up. 
I smiled warmly and attacked him, squeezing him as hard as I could.
"Don't cry, dad... I promise I'll be back soon!" I laughed, swallowing the small lump rising in my throat. 

"Go fuckin' rock." He whispered quietly enough so his wife wouldn't hear. 
I chuckled, and kissed his cheek. 

"Oh, trust me, we will." I laughed, smiling at Steven, who was shaking my brother's hand. 
Moments later, Steven and I were trading places, as I made my way over to Nick, and Steven to my father. 

"Baby sister..." Nick sighed, with a grin on his baby face. 
"Big brother." I laughed, mimmicking him. 

"Please, stay safe." Concern filled his gorgeous green eyes. 
"I promise I will... I'll call any and every chance I get." I smiled, and pulled him in for a warm hug. "Don't let this place fall to ruins without me.."

"I think I've got it under control." He laughed, releasing me from his clasp.
Steven and I stood back, interlocking our fingers, and closing the space between our bodies. 

"Have fun, you two." My mother cooed, wiping more tears from under her eyes. "Be safe. We love you!"

"We will." Steven grinned, squeezing my fingers lightly. 
"We love you, too." I smiled, blowing my parents a kiss. 
With that, Steven and I turned around and headed for the bus. 

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We've been sitting on this bus for three hours already, having loads of fun;
The bus was exactly like the other one, only everything was flipped the otherway, because in Europe the roads and drivers seats are on the otherside, than American's are used to. 

We were all sitting around the boothed table, which was lavishly decorated and made out of used guitar picks welded together.
As usual, Joey and Tom were stuffing their faces, while Brad was sleeping, and Joe. Steven, Claudia and I were all having a beer. 

"So what do you guys usually do for fun on these long rides?" Claudia asked, amazed that we haven't blown our brains out from the boredom. 

"Well..." I thought about it seriously for a moment. "Usually, I'm either sleeping, reading some kind of magazine, or playing one of Joe's guitars... Steven's usually sleeping, eating or writing lyrics. Tom and Brad are always sleeping, Joey's always eating, and Joe just does whatever the fuck he wants." 

Joe smirked and nodded at the accuracy of my summary. 
"That pretty much sums it up." Steven chuckled, taking a swig of his beer. 

"Well that sounds great for lazy days, but what about when you guys are hyper or in the mood for doing something fun?" She asked. 

"That's when they whip out an eight ball and get gacked to the nines." I rolled my eyes and sighed, getting up to get myself another beer. "I'm getting another one... do you guys want anymore?"

"Sure, toss one over here." Joe smiled, throwing me his empty can, while wrapping his left arm around Claudia, who seemed perfectly snug in between the soft velvet wall of the tour bus, and Joe's warm body. 

"I'm fine." Claudia smiled. 

"Steven?" I asked, turning my attention toward the rockstar, chugging off his beer. 

"Sure." He smiled. I made my way across the bus to the mini fridge, bending down to peek in at it's contents. 
I fished out 3 more beers, and found some snacks to bring to the table; bag of cheetos, a few twix bars, a bowl of blueberries and a package of Pop Rocks.

I tossed the beers to Joe and Steven, before setting the food down on the guitar pick masterpiece. 
I popped open my beer tab, and plopped down into the seat next to Steven, and resting my head comfotably on his shoulder. 

"This is nice." I sighed, reminiscing. "I missed being on tour with you guys."

"Trust me, we missed you too." Joe chuckled, rolling his eyes. "This crazy motherfucker was practically dying without you."

"I know, I heard." I laughed. "You guys really didn't get booed off stage, did you?"

"Nah, not off stage... But it sucks that we disappointed so many fans." Steven sighed.
"I mean, come on, Steven... Someone actually asked us if there was a death in our group.." Joe scoffed. "That's when you know it was a shit show." 
Steven lowered his head in shame, and just sighed. 

"Well it's okay, because Claudia and I are here, and we're not going anywhere." I smiled, cuddling closer to the rock god sitting next to me. 
I reached out in front of me, and tore the top off of the Pop Rocks package, popping a small bit of the candy in my mouth. 

"Woahhh..." I gasped, feeling the tiny bursts on my tongue. 

"What?" They all looked at me questionably. "You've never had Pop Rocks before?" 

"No!" I said, shocked by the electrifying feeling the sugar left. 
Steven smirked and grinned down at me.

"I've got an idea." He chuckled, taking a handful of the red rocks and popping them into his mouth. 
Seconds after he did so, he cupped my face and kissed me passionately, intertwining our tongues. 
The sensation of Steven's smooth tongue, and the rough popping of the candy, was practically orgasmic. 

"Mmmm" I moaned, quite loudly, making Steven chuckle as he pulled away from the kiss. "That was so fucking cool!"

"I know, right!" He laughed. "When I first discovered these fuckin' things, I knew I needed to make out with someone with them in my mouth... It's the greatest feeling in the world, hands down."

"Wow..." I gasped. "I know."
Steven pulled me onto his lap, so my legs were stretched out across the rest of the booth, as we continued to sit there, munching on junk food, and sipping some beers. 
The conversation topic were endless, and the idea of touring had us all so excited. 

Another hour and a half went by until traffic slowed to a crawl, forcing me to look out the window next to the table. 
"Holy shit, since when is there a bridge in this country?" I asked, astonished that I didn't know the topography to my own country.

"Well.. we are an island.." Claudia chuckled. "This is the way we connect with the rest of Europe. This is the bridge on the north-eastern tip of the island, which connects to the tip of the Italian boot."

"And how long will we be riding on this bridge?" Brad poked his head out of his bunk, with a tired, yet terrified expression flashing in his eyes. 

"Probably for an hour or two, depending on how traffic goes." She shrugged nonchallantly, making Brad's eyes grow wide with obvious fear. 

"Brad... are.... are you scared?" I asked, shocked. "You're scared of bridges!"

"No I'm not!" He defended himself. "I just don't trust em'... that's all."

"He's definitely scared." Steven smirked, making Joe and Claudia snicker. 

"Shut your big lips." Brad snapped, annoyed. 

"It's the only way to get to the rest of the tour, considering you guys don't have a jet." I smirked. "Just go back to sleep, and it'll be over before you know it." 

"Fuckin' hate you guys.." He mumbled before drawing the curtain back to his bunk, closing himself off from us. 

We got through customs, and eventually made our way onto the bridge, embarking on the long journey towards the Italian coast. 

I finished off my beer then got up from Steven's warm arms and headed over to the couch, wrapping myself in a blanket. 

I must've fallen asleep, because the next thing I knew, Claudia's squeals of excitement woke me up from a pleasant nap. 

"Guys! We're in Italy!" She shrieked, and bounced up and down in her seat, as excited as a child on Christmas morning. 
I didn't bother opening my eyes; I just rolled over so my face was now towards the wall of the bus, closing off my line of vision from the rest of the bus. 

"Come on, sleepyhead," Steven knelt down in front of me, shaking me lightly. "Get up, and explore with us." 

"Fuck your exploring." I yawned, pulling the blanket over my face. "I need sleep."
He just laughed, and climbed on top of me, putting his full body weight on me. He pulled back the covers from my face, making me open my eyes.
With his lips just inches from mine, a huge contagious grin spread across his rosey lips, making me smile in return. 

"Come on, get up." He whispered, staring at my lips. 
"I can't when you're on top of me." I laughed lightly, feeling his body move up and down with my torso. 
He shifted his weight lightly, as he began to roll off of me, but I wrapped my arms around his torso, not allowing him to move. 

"No.." I smiled. "Stay here.." 
He smirked and kissed me lightly, then rolled off of me, standing up. 
He reached down, and picked me up bridal style, carrying me back towards the table which was now empty. 

"Where is everyone?" I asked, looking around the seemingly empty bus.

"They're all asleep..." He lowered his voice, and pouted. "I've been awake for like, an hour all by myself. They all wanted to get a nap in before we reached the hotel."

"Ohh, well that makes sense." I nodded at the information, then got up from where Steven sat me down, and slid into the booth across from him, where Joe's guitar sat idle. 
I picked up the cool wood in my hands, and leaned back in the booth, kicking up my feet, and resting my white leather boots on the edge of the table.

I began to mindlessly pluck strings, as Steven and I carried on with our conversation. 
"So what'dya wanna do when we get to the hotel?" He asked me, with a dorky smile on his gorgeous face. 

"I dunno." I shrugged. "Explore, maybe."
His eyes lit up at any though of an adventure. 

"We could go shopping." He chuckled. "I know they've got some great shit here in Italy." 

"We could go get some food." I suggested. "I've always wanted real Italian homemade pasta, or pizza, or something."

"Mmmmm, sounds g-" He paused, staring at my hands, running along the strings. "Play that again."
His command was hard, and I could tell Steven, the boyfriend, was no longer here, but Steven, the perfectionist/rockstar had joined the party. 

"Play what again?" I asked, confused, as I stared down at the strings. 

"That E chord... You just played an E, and then a riff followed..." He gaped at me. "You don't even remember what you played?"

"I mean, sorta..." I stuttered. "I don't really think, I just mindlessly play sometimes."

"Jesus fuck, you're just like Joe." He rolled his eyes. "Can you atleast try?"

"Uhhh.... sure." I muttered, trying to think back to what I subconsciously created. 
I ran my fingers along the copper coils strung on the smooth neck of the Les Paul Joe had left out. 

"That! Right there!" Steven grinned wickedly as I played the same riff over and over. "Checkmate, honey." He smirked. 

"Beat you at you at your own damn game." I chuckled, as his eyes grew wider than they were before. 

"That's such a good fuckin' line!" he laughed wildly. 

"Quick! Get some paper and write it down before we forget it!" I called out.

"Don't worry, he never forgets lyrics." Joe plopped down next to me, rubbing his tired eyes.

"Well that's good." I smiled.

"Yeah..." He yawned. "So what is this anyway? Working on something, or just jammin'?"

"I think we've got the start to another album." Steven grinned. "The same thing happened last time she picked up your guitar.... We should have Ace play more often."

"No...." I frowned and looked him directly in the eye. "You're not gonna write another album while on tour, again.. You guys almost worked yourselves to death last time.." 

"Yeah, but that's because we were so far into the tour, we were already exhausted." He pleaded. "Now it's the start of a new tour, and we're refreshed and fuckin' ready to play!" 

"And it's gonna stay that way... If you want, I can try and write some shit for you when the tour's over... or when there's free time." I sounded like my mother.... jeez. "Keep your health in mind, Steven... Do I have to act like your mother?"

"No, mom." He jeered. "If you really don't want us to over work ourselves, then I promsie, we won't."

"Thank you." I smiled, and kissed his cheek.