Oh Daddy..

Oxblood

Welcome to the farm tonight

I run the joint, your rooms outside

Play in the dirt, roll in the mud

No shirt no shoes

Just greed to cut

Elijah Witt. Lead singer of Cane Hill, robber of your heart. Next week marks 2 years of being Cane's merch girl and you couldn't be happier. Yeah, the pay sucks a-s but at least you get to tour with your favorite band. Today marks the first date of Warped, June 24th in Dallas, Texas. All the guys are happy, and Devin and Elijah are already smoking a blunt at 12 pm.

"Hey Viccckkkkyyy~" I hear Elijah call from the bus, annoyed from the nickname I hate.

"Yes Elijah. " stepping into the bus with a beer, already knowing what he wanted.

"Thanks, you're a doll." he says, and I can't help but blush wildly.

"Yeah, sure." taking a seat on the couch next to Ryan. The smell of pot fills the bus and smoke clouds around, the light thumping of music heard from the bands performing.

"I'm done dude, gonna go f-ck with James." Devin coughs as he hands the blunt to Elijah, stepping out.

"Yeah, I'm gonna join him." Ryan says after a few moments, noticing the awkward atmosphere.

I scoff and raise my eyebrows, muttering a sarcastic 'thanks' for the guys leaving me with Elijah. I catch him staring at me zoned out, raising my eyebrows.

"Hellllllooooooo?" waving my hand at him. He jerks his head and coughs.

"Oh, hi." he mutters out.

I bite my lip softly, his scruffy beard and messy hair a bit of a turn on.

"You know, you outta shave before your set today, you'd look a bit better." laughing softly.

"Oh, so I look shitty right now? Nah, I might trim it, probably not." he zones out again, his eyes falling on my chest. I just happen to be wearing a pretty tight-fitting Beartooth shirt, my bra barely showing through the white material.

I kind of like it when he stares at my assets, I mean, flaunt it if you got it. I've had a crush on Elijah for quite a while now and if I even see he has the slightest bit of interest in me, it'd make me extremely happy.

"Victoria." he says my name out of nowhere.

"Uh, yeah?" kind of confused.

He stands up and walks over to me, sitting next to me on the couch. He turns to me and just stares.

"How high are you??" laughing, awkwardly staring back. Hey, if I get the chance to stare at him without being creepy, I'll take it.

"I want you to meet me here, right after our set. I don't care if you have something planned, you cancel it and get your ass here immediately." he roughly barks at me. I feel myself a bit turned on, his stern voice melting me.

"Oh, alright, what's so urgent?" I reply quickly.

"You'll see, and you better be on time." he says sternly once again.

"O-Okay..?" I mutter, blushing, crossing my legs as I feel myself grow a bit wet.

He grins innocently as if our conversation didn't happen, standing up and heading out of the bus. I sit there, still a bit taken back. I'm intrigued to see what he wants to meet me for, but for some reason a bit scared.