|Vienna|
After our little incident at Chateau Marmont, I was more aware of Van. I couldn't help but notice how sweet he was - His cute little nods of hello whenever he greeted anyone, how he would wink and smile to the crowd whenever they were singing along to their songs, how his voice would change from low to high pitched whenever he's excited or amused, to how he would always laugh through his nose and repeatedly hit his lap or buried his head into his own body or someone else's shoulders. His bright blue eyes would bore deep into mine whenever we were having a conversation and he would lick his lower lip when he's trying to think of what to say or before he's take a hit of his cigarette.
Every day I was drawn to him, which delighted me and worried me at the same time. As wrong as it might have been, noticing him distracted me from having to think about Seth. And Van never seemed to mind me hanging around him. In fact, he seemed to encourage it. I knew Van had no feelings towards me other than of those friendly kinds. He did rely on my company sometimes, like when we went to Walmart in Seattle. The supplies on our bus started running low and all the other boys were too occupied with Fifa that none of them wanted to come along with him, so I was his last resort.
Van started his shopping adventure by tossing dozens of bananas into the cart. I looked at him discretely, wondering to myself why would anyone need that much potassium. Like he was reading my mind, he began to remove half of it back to the fruit display. He then pushed his cart down the aisle, tossing in essentials like beverages, snacks and personal care products. I was glad that I had my feminine products all stocked up, else it would be far too blush-inducing to buy those with him there.
But he made me blushed anyway when he tossed in a huge box of condoms into the cart. I glanced at him with a horrified look on my face. He only looked at me with a wry grin on his lips.
"What?" he chuckled.
"Nothing," I shook my head.
"Really?" he tilted his head, adding, "Are you not comfortable that I put condoms in our cart?"
"No," I swallowed. "Of course not." I was pretty sure that my face and gestures became more frantic. Van then began to laugh out loud at my embarrassment.
"I need to make sure we have these on the bus. The lads might need it," he said, grabbing the box, waving it in front of me.
"You don't have to explain, Van. I am not judging you or the boys," I told him.
"I am not judging you too, but who knows you might need it too someday," he laughed again. I could feel my blood shooting through my veins and my face became all red. I quickly walked away and left him at the aisle.
"Hey, Vienna! Wait up sugar!" he chuckled. "I am just messing with you."
I knew he was kidding but he may have planted unwanted thoughts into my head. I hated to think that the boys were secretly sneaking in girls into our bus while I was sleeping in my bunk, although I knew that never really happened throughout the entire month I was with them. I think...
"Do you all ever?" I nervously asked.
"Huh?" He looked at me cluelessly.
"Have sex on the bus while I was around?"
Van then began to laugh hysterically until tears were forming at the edge of his eyes.
"Has anyone told you that you're just too adorable Vienna?" he said between his laughs.
Quickly getting over the awkward conversation, I walked down the aisle while Van singing along to the cheesy background songs playing in Walmart, while continuing to toss in things into our cart. I was surprised that he knew all of them. We were almost done at the cereal aisle when Young Folks by Peter, Bjorn and John suddenly played. He looked over at me with a huge grin on his face.
"This one is my favourite," he said, looking at me expectantly and I could feel heat creep up my face again. He was whistling to the intro of the song, laughing at my unwillingness to join him. I was not a bloody singer!
If I told you things I did before, told you how I used to be
Would you go along with someone like me
If you knew my story word for word, had all of my history
Would you go along with someone like me
Ignoring him, I shook my head and walked away from him. Amused at my reaction, Van sang the next part louder, walking backwards and gesturing like he was serenading me. It was highly embarrassing and a few people who walked by us smiled and laughed at him.
"Van, stop it! People are staring!" Of course he ignored me and continued singing to me, watching my face turned bright red as my blush deepened. His bright blue eyes practically sparkled with enjoyment over my discomfort.
And we don't care about the young folks
Talking 'bout the young style
And we don't care about the old folks
Talking 'bout the old style too
He again waited for me to sing with him, with his hands splayed out in a "go ahead" gesture and an eyebrow cocked.I stubbornly shook my head and smacked him on the arm, hoping he would stop mortifying me. He laughed and grabbed my hand instead, spinning me around right there, in the middle of the aisle! He whirled me away and the back to him. He even dipped me, never once stopping his serenade.
And we don't care about our own folks
Talking 'bout our own style
All we care about is talking
Talking only me and you
Laughing as he stood me back up, I finally and very softly sang a part for him. He smiled charmingly at me and then chuckling while releasing me, satisfied that I finally gave in. We finished our shopping. And the song.
I vowed in my head that I would do whatever Van wanted me to do. Defying him was far too embarrassing for me to handle.
We then walked back to the car that we have rented for the day and began to load all of the things into the trunk.
"We never. Told the lads not to do it when you were around," Van suddenly said.
"Huh?" I straightened, looking at him.
"You asked if me and the lads ever brought anyone into the bus. So the answer is we never. We would hate making you uncomfortable around us," he genuinely smile at me.
"Oh. Thank you," I nodded, making my way to the passenger seat as Van took the wheels. "That's very thoughtful of you all."
"But, we do watch porn to cool off sometimes," he laughed. I didn't want to know if he was joking or telling me the truth. My eyes widened, and my cheeks started to heat up again as my jaw began to disengage itself from my face.
Laughing, Van shook his head and focused on the road.
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