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Chapter 6- Tour Life Tattoos and Romance?

TWO MONTHS LATER

Jasey's POV

"Gotcha!" Andy exclaimed, leaping off the couch, clicking the buttons on his Xbox controller rapidly.

"No!" I laughed as my character got decapitated. I slumped on the couch in defeat. "Come on, best two out of three."

"Just admit it Jasey, I am the master of Star Wars Battlefront." He smirked

"Fine. Andy Hurley is the best Star Wars Battlefront player to ever walk the Earth." I tried to say without laughing.

"And don't you forget it." He said.

I rolled my eyes. "I'm gonna turn in. How long until we're there?" I ask, climbing into my bunk.

"A few hours." Joe calls back.

We've been on tour for the past few weeks, and it's been the time of my life. I was completely terrified my first night that I barely even moved when we opened with "Thriller" but by the middle of the set, I was bouncing around onstage, interacting with the guys, even interacting with the audience. Joe had somehow convinced me somewhere along the road to get my first tattoo in honor of my first tour, even though I have a paralyzing fear of needles. So now I have a phoenix tattooed on my right shoulder and the band's logo tattooed behind my ear like Alex Gaskarth. My arm hurt like hell at first, so I've been sleeping on my side for the past few days. "Joe, how long does the pain last on this?" I groaned.

"It takes a week or two," He reassured me. "It looks great though."

"I can't believe you talked me into it." I muttered into my pillow. My arm and neck still felt like they had a billion tiny little bee stings now and then. "How do you two keep doing this? I feel like my arm is on fire."

"You just get used to it." Andy replied.

"That's easy for you to say." I laughed. "Your whole body is covered in tattoos." After living on a bus for the past few weeks with the three of them, I quickly learned that Andy's whole body was covered in tattoos.

"Well I think you look amazing with or without them, Red." Patrick spoke up from the bunk across from me. He has nicknamed me 'Red' for some reason, so I nicknamed him 'Panda' in retaliation.

"Haha, thanks Panda." I smiled. I pulled out my laptop and plugged my phone in to download some videos I took on the road. I'm creating a tour diary for myself and some friends back home in New York. We're doing a show in New Jersey tonight, so I'm wondering if I'll see any of my friends from back in high school since the venue is only an hour away from where I grew up. 'Probably not.' I thought, piecing all the different clips together, adding captions, and editing clips. I was suddenly interrupted by a fedora landing on my keyboard.

"Don't give it to him!" Andy called back. I peered out of my bunk to find a red faced, fedora-less Patrick while Joe and Andy were trying to stifle their laughter.

"What's going on?" I asked.

"Don't give Patrick his fedora back yet!" Joe exclaimed. "He's got a question for you."

'I'm touring with a bunch of twelve-year-olds' I thought, jumping out of my bunk. "What is it that you want to ask me?"

I could definitely tell that Patrick was nervous. "Well..uh..I was-"

"Just say it already!" Joe and Andy said at the same time.

Patrick looked back at them and then back to me. "I like you. I've liked you for a while now and I was kind of wondering; Do you want to be my girlfriend, or something?"

I stood there stunned for a few seconds. Did he just ask me out? "What?" was all I said. 'Great job Einstien' I scolded myself.

"Do you want to be my girlfriend?" He repeated, confirming what I thought he said in the first place.

There was a few moments of awkward silence. Patrick looked a bit embarrassed, "I'm sorry. I know its stupid bu-"

"Of course!" I cut him off. All three guys widened their eyes in surprise.

"What?" The three of them said at once.

"Of course I'll be your girlfriend, Patrick" I clarified. He looked so relieved.

"Thank god. I was so scared that you were going to say no." He breathed a sigh of relief.

"Why would I say no?" I laughed, giving him his fedora back and taking a seat in the little kitchenette booth.

"Well, because I didn't see myself as really your type." He answered, taking a seat next to me. "From what you told me, I thought you'd be more of the tough muscular football player rather than a guy like me."

"No way." I reassured him. "I'd rather date a guy like you rather than a muscly athletic douche."

Patrick grinned, "Thanks." For the rest of the ride, Patrick and I curled up in his bunk and watched The Avengers while Joe and Andy played a few more rounds of Star Wars out in the living area. Things were finally starting to look up for me. I'm in a band, have some awesome friends, and now have the best boyfriend in the world.

But you should always be careful of what you wish for.

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