Driving Me Wild

Chapter 15

Jack's POV
        It's 5 in the morning and I'm driving with Katy to the airport. Since the band drives with each other we can't be with them. Which I wish wasn't the case. However their manager is in the car with them so it doesn't work out well for me to be in there.
          When we get to the airport we get through security tiredly. Felix is meeting us there so Katy and I are hanging out with one another till we're in Australia. Everything is going by so slowly and it makes me want to rip my fucking hair out. I just want to hurry all of this up so then I can actually talk to Mark. Since I had to sleep at Katy's last night so they didn't suspect anything. Which absolutely sucked. Since I'm red and splotchy from her cat again.
           We board the plane and quickly find our seats. Katy sits by the window while I sit in the middle between her and this very smelly guy. This is possibly going to be the worst fourteen hour flight of my life.
***
        The whole time I had to set up I was cursing to myself. Max was off with Katy and I'm stuck here at one in the morning trying to do Katy's work plus my own. Once I think I have the drums perfectly set up it collapses. I grumble loudly at myself and fall on the platform. My hands go to my face as I feel angry tears forming in my eyes.
"Jack," a voice asks concerned.
         I lift my upper body up and see Mark in his pajamas with sopping wet hair. He makes his way over to me with his things and sets them on the ground before coming up to the platform.
"Bug why are you crying," he questions moving me into his lap.

"I didn't get much sleep last night, the stupid cat got me all splotchy, had a terrible flight, Katy made me do her work for tonight so she could run off with Max, and now I'm trying to put these stupid drums together for tomorrow, but they won't stay the fuck up," I ramble with tears streaming down my face.
           Mark takes my head and gently presses it to his shoulder. He tries to get me to calm down, but it's so hard to when you just want to sleep when you can't.
"Do you need help?"

"No, I just want to go to sleep," I sniffle.

"Then go to bed Bug."

"I can't! I have to finish setting the fucking drums up! Then I have to set up the mics, make sure the guitars are in place, and I only have six hours to do all of it," I cry.
           Mark wraps his arms around me trying to calm me down. He presses his lips to my forehead and runs his fingers through my hair. A while later and I've calmed down slightly.
"Okay I'll tell you what I'll help you get some of your work done so we can go to bed. So you finish up Max's drums and I'll go deal with the guitars."

"No, it's already late and you have a show tomorrow. I can do it myself."

"Bug I-"

"Mark I'm fine now. I can do it myself don't worry. You go to bed I can finish up. It won't take me long."

"Are you sure," Mark asks with soft eyes.

"Yes, I'm sure."
           He nods and hops down form the platform. Mark's soft lips press to mine quickly before leaving the building to his bus. I'm back to being by myself trying to finish my work.
***
           As I set up the last of the microphones I hear people coming onto the stage. I quickly checking my watch realizing that it's 8:30 AM. I stayed up finishing my work and I didn't even realize it. When I hear the voices get closer I turn my head to where I think the noises are coming from. As soon I turn my head I see the band with coffee in their hands laughing tiredly. I shake my head and go back to the microphone.
           Once I'm done I let them practice a bit. I go over to a table waiting for one of my coworkers to bring breakfast. However as I wait I feel my eyes slowly closing, but before they close fully I hear someone set my breakfast in front of me. I groan and sit up and eat my egg sandwich quietly. Sadly they got me orange juice instead of coffee, but it's fine. I can hopefully manage without it.
            You would think that if I got all my work done I could have a quick nap. Nope. Instead I'm running around to get waters, helping with lighting, and as of right now setting up merchandize stands. So I'm sitting here counting and sorting through everything.
"Jack, it's lunch," Felix says throwing my sandwich at me. I catch it and turn around in my seat.

"You alright buddy," Felix asks me looking into my lifeless eyes.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I lie beginning to eat my sandwich.
           Felix pulls up a chair and does the same. God I feel like I could just pass out right here. However I fucking can't considering I have to eat and finish working.
            Once lunch is finished I go back to work.
***
"Hey, Bug wake up," Mark shakes me slightly and my eyes open quickly.

"Have a nice nap," He laughs grabbing a stool sitting next to me.

"I guess so," I yawn stretching out my arms.

"I take it that you didn't get much sleep," Mark says folding up some shirts.

"More like I didn't sleep at all."

"You should have let me help you. You wouldn't be sleeping on the job and everything would be a lot easier."

"Mark I'm perfectly fine. I don't need help and I just needed a quickly nap. So I'm perfectly fine to do my work."

"You're going to get sick if this keeps going on.Then you're just going to be more miserable."

"Mark I'm fine! I don't help and I feel fine!"
            Mark jumps back a bit by my change of volume. However his facial expression turns from sweet to pissy. He tosses the shirt down and leaves the booth.
"Mark I'm sorry," I yell at him as he walks back onto the stage.
           The door shuts loudly and I rest my head on the table cursing to myself. It's not like I could have gone after him or people would suspect. Even though it would have been the best decision. Why couldn't I have just let Mark help last night? It would have made everything easier for me. I would have been less moody and more myself.
            I quickly finish all the shirts and go back to the stage. On my way I try and keep my eyes open. It's not working all that great. I pass Katy secretly flirting with Max and I shoot a glare towards her way. Don't enjoy her very much at this moment and if she makes me do her work again inwgoing to implode. However she quickly stops me before I go find the vending machine for caffeine.
"Jack, do you think that you could set up my stuff again for the next show," she asks.

No, I'd rather shove a cactus up my ass than do your work again.

"Sure," I sigh rubbing my eyes.

"Thank you. I'll repay you somehow."
              I nod quickly walking towards the vending machine. As soon as I get my caffeinated soda I begin to drink it. Hopefully just a couple of these tonight and I'll be able to do my work for tonight.
***
          Half way through the set I was about ready to pass out. Which just sucked, but I was a bit more calm from my sleepiness. So I was just sitting down smiling at every song that played.
             It's 1:45 when I'm almost done taking care of the rest of my responsibilities.
"Are you feeling less moody than earlier," Mark asks as I look up at him.
         I shrug my shoulders since I'm too tired to speak at the moment. As I wheel the drums over somewhere I rub my eyes with a yawn.
"Bug why don't you let me help you? You'll get to go on the bus earlier which means more sleep."

"I can do it myself. I only have to wheel these out to the truck."

"Alright," Mark sighs.
            Once we get to the hallway to go out to the buses we stop. Mark takes my hand and rubs the top of it. I smile at the feeling and Mark giggles quietly. Our lips meet gently and I tiredly move my lips with his. To me goodnight kisses are the best.
"I'll see you tomorrow Bug," Mark smiles sweetly.

"Night Marki."
            He kisses my cheek then forehead before letting me go put the drums on the truck. Mark follows me out a bit after. As soon as the drums are on the truck I go onto my bus. As soon as my head hits the pillow I'm out like a light.

Alright so idk how to feel about this chapter. Plus idk how long I want this story to be since I can't think of anything for the next chapter. Well I do but I don't. Anyways happy reading!