Take Me There

Confessions and Confusions

Chapter Thirteen

　

　

By the time we got back from the gig that same night, I was exhausted. Even though I hadn't driven or performed, I was still beyond tired. After being in a car for ten hours and then listening to way too loud music for another three, it was safe to say that sleep was the only thing that I wanted right about now.

This time, the room situations were completely switched again. Lyle, Cealy, Jase, and Sadie were sharing a room with two queen sized beds while Lincoln, Kiptyn, and I were sharing a room with one queen and a pull out couch.

So ufortunately that meant that I was stuck with Kiptyn. Again.

Ever since our little confrontation earlier, I'd been trying my hardest to ignore him. So far he'd been making it really easy. Especially since him, Jase, and Lyle all went down to the hotel bar to drink whenever we got back from the gig. So I guess it was a good thing San Antonio was a two night stop.

Lincoln was already asleep in the bed while I was still brushing my hair. I'd felt disgusting whenever we got back from the gig, so a shower was pretty much a necessity for me.

I walked into the room and pulled on a pair of underwear and a sports bra before slipping on an oversized tshirt and some old pajama shorts. I was pretty sure that this was the slackest pair of pajamas that I owned, but at this point, I just wanted something comforting.

I hadn't heard from my mom in about two days, and while I thought this would be something that would make me happy, it was really just making me sad. I really did miss her and my dad pretty much more than anything. I couldn't help but wonder if they'd talked to Drew and he told them that we'd ended things. I couldn't help but wonder how they felt about that. About me.

I was about to climb into the bed whenever somebody started banging on the hotel room door, causing me to jump and Lincoln to groan. She rolled over and burried her face in the pillow while I walked over to the door, checking through the peep hole.

I mentally groaned whenever I saw Kiptyn. He was wobbling as he stood in front of the door, his eyes red from alcohol.

Dealing with Kiptyn's drunk ass round two. How lovely.

I opened to door and narrowed my eyes at him. He greeted me with a drunken grin. "Hello, beautiful."

I opened the door further and stepped aside so he could walk in. Well, walk wasn't really the right word. More like stumble inside.

I thought he was going to go crash on the couch, but he continued to walk until he reached the sliding door that led to the balcony. Maybe I'm just too cautious, but the thought of letting a drunk guy on a balcony eleven stories high kind of concerned me.

So, of course, I followed him out there.

He was sitting down on the ground beside the wall, a cigarette between his lips. I quietly shut the sliding door and walked over to the chair beside him. I sat down and watched him take a drag from his cigarette. I couldn't help but notice that his hands were shaking.

"Are you okay?" I finally asked.

He glanced up at me, pulling the cigarette away from his lips and letting out a puff of smoke. "Do I not look okay?"

"You look drunk."

He shrugged. "Pretty sure I was worse off last night."

"You're mood changes so fast," I pointed out, "Are you bipolar or something?"

He chuckled. "You just know me so well."

I stared at him. What was that supposed to mean? Was he actually bipolar?