Chapter 8

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•Storm•
It was 6 AM when I woke up that day, and I noticed Josh and Tyler made their ways to their bunks and I was still on the couch. I sat up and stretched, and headed to the bathroom to brush my teeth. I looked in the mirror at me bare face. I'm disgusting. I felt tears well up in my eyes but I quickly blinked them away. Not today. I want to have a good day. I want to have one good day. I brushed my teeth and sighed when I felt my tummy rumble but I ignored it. I sat on the ground and just sighed. I didn't feel up to living today. I got up and sat on the couch, flipping through channels. I rested on an episode of Teen Wolf, and watched intently until I felt my eyelids getting heavier and drifted back to sleep.

-time skip-

"Storm.." I heard someone whisper my name so I opened my eyes and covered my face once I saw Josh hovering over me. "Go away, Josh." I said and heard a laugh that was unmistakably Tyler's. I uncovered my face and Josh rolled his eyes. "Shut up, Tyler." Josh said and threw a pillow at him. The pillow hit Tyler in the face. "I didn't say anything!" Tyler said in defense and I giggled. "Good morning, guys." I sat up and yawned. "What time is it?" I asked, and Josh checked his phone. "12:37." He said. I nodded and just stared at the wall for a few seconds. When I'm tired I can't focus and tend to zone out. I was brought back to reality by Tyler snapping in my face. "Storm..?" He said and I shook my head. "Sorry. I'm tired." I replied and he nodded. "It's okay, how about we go get some coffee?" Tyler suggested and I nodded. We looked at Josh who agreed we should. "Let me get ready." I squeaked and rushed to my suitcase to pick out an outfit. "Storm, you look fine!" Tyler shouted after me and I scoffed as I picked out an outfit and ran to the bathroom to change.
I put on a cropped alien hoodie and a high-waisted black skirt with black tights underneath. I put on my lace choker and left my hair in its naturally wavy state, not bothering with makeup because I was tired and would probably run my eyes a lot. I threw on some white combat boots and violá! Finished. I walked out of the bathroom, and greeted the two boys once again. Tyler's jaw dropped. My face fell. "What?" I asked, biting my lip. "You look amazing." He replied and I giggled. "Nah, thanks though." I said. "You really do." Josh chimed in. (I chimed in with a haven't you people ever heard of closing the goddamn door, no? Ok I'm not even sorry.) I blushed. "T-thank you guys." I stuttered, looking down. "Well we should get going." Josh suggested and I nodded. We walked out of the tour bus and started to walk to Starbucks.

-time skip-

We sat in a booth, drinking our coffee. I decided on a caramel macchiato because caramel flavored anything is my favorite. I took a sip and the warm liquid slipped past my lips and the taste made me let out a small moan. "Guys, you have to try." I said, shoving the cup into Josh's face. He chuckled and took it from me, taking a sip. "Wow, that's good." He said and handed it back, but then I handed it to Tyler. He took a drink and had the same reaction as me. "That's amazing. Try mine." He said, picking up his coconut mocha and lifting it to my lips. I took a sip and grabbed it from him. "Mine." I said and he chuckled. "Storm, give it back." He warned and I shook my head like a child. "Uh-uh." I said, smiling. He reached for me and I giggled, jerking it away. He pouted and gave me the puppy dog face. "Gah-fine. You win." I said, giving him back his Mocha and taking another sip of mine. "Let's go for a walk." Josh suggested and I nodded. "I wonder if there's a park anywhere around?" I thought out loud. "Hmm, I don't know.." Tyler said, as we were walking out. Josh bounced up and down. "Guys, let's go in an adventure!" He said and I giggled. Tyler grabbed my hand and intertwined out fingers and I was at loss for breath but didn't pull away. "I think that sounds like a great idea." He agreed casually.

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