You And I: On Tour

Troye VI

With one week of tour left, Connor and I were actually looking forward to going home. The long weeks on the road had exhausted us and we were ready to get back to some form of normality.

Today was what we called a 'travel day', which basically meant that we were on the road all day, going from one stop to the next. I actually didn't mind these days because it meant that I could just relax with Connor and catch up on school work. So far, we'd managed to keep up with everything we'd been sent so today we decided to take a break and just chill.

I was currently lounging on the sofa in the back of the bus with Connor. The sofa was in an 'L' shape in the back corner and Connor was sitting with his back to the window, legs stretched out along the seat. Meanwhile, I was lying with my head in his lap, my body and legs running parallel to the windows. Connor was playing with my hair with one hand while I held his other hand, gently tracing patterns on his palm with my finger.

"Can you believe we're almost done?" He sighed.

"I know. As much as I don't want it to ever end, I'm actually looking forward to sleeping in my own bed again."

"Me too. And I can't wait to see my family again. And our friends."

"Yeah. Just think; two more days until we see our friends." The thought made me excited and I grinned up at him.

"You're so sweet to give them all those tickets to the show."

"Well, they've been through everything with us. I don't see why they shouldn't enjoy some of the end product too."

"Mm." He leaned his head back against the window. "It's going to be so weird going back to school."

"It's not as bad as you think." He frowned at me.

"Do you not remember the mob that greeted you at the front door when you got back last time? It's going to be so much worse this time."

"Maybe not. Remember, that was Tyler's work. And he's coming back with us this time."

"Maybe. But you're an even bigger superstar this time around. I don't know if I'll be able to deal with it."

"You will. You know how I know?" He shook his head and I brought his hand up to my lips to kiss it. "Because I'll be there if it gets too much."

"Aw, thanks." He giggled a little.

"Just like the first show. You remember how nervous you were? What did I do?"

"You kissed me and told me everything would be fine. And you told me to just pretend like the crowd isn't there and we're back in my room at home, playing the piano."

"Exactly. If there is a massive mob waiting for us, all you have to do is look at me. I'll get you through it, okay?"

"Okay." Just as he spoke, the bus hit a bump in the road and I wasn't ready for it so I was thrown off the sofa, onto the floor. 

"Ouch." I groaned, picking myself up.

"Are you okay?" I could tell he was laughing and stuck my tongue out at him.

"Yeah. Just got a bruised butt."

"You want me to kiss it better?" He asked. I knew he was teasing but I decided to play along with is.

"Sure." I waved my butt in his direction, making him laugh and squeal like a girl.

"Troye!" He cried, swatting his hands at me. I started laughing too and sat down on his lap.

"What? You offered." I brushed his hair back from his eyes and pressed a kiss to his lips.

"I'll have to choose my words more carefully next time." He said when I pulled back.

"Definitely." I laughed, leaning my head against his chest and curling up as he wrapped an arm around my back. This was a perfect day. I never wanted it to end.

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"Troye! Connor!" We both woke to the sound of our names being called. I don't know when we fell asleep but we were still cuddled together on the sofa and to took a moment to untangle ourselves from each other. 

"What's going on?" I asked. It was one of the stage managers who'd woken us and she was standing a few feet away from us, looking worried.

"The bus blew a tyre."

"Oh. That's no big deal, right?" Connor asked, running a hand through his hair in an attempt to get it to sit straight.

"Well, if we weren't in the middle of nowhere, sure."

"Where are we?" I asked, looking out the window. There were no buildings in sight, just miles of open land.

"About two hours out of Houston."

"Two hours to drive? Where's the closest town?"

"We passed one a while back and the driver's going to walk back and see if someone can help us."

"Why don't we just call someone?"

"There's no service out here."

"Oh. So who's still here?"

"You two, me, Emma and Tiffany. John and Paul went with the driver." We'd been travelling with more of the tour people up until today but the others went on ahead because there was some mix up or something at the Houston venue that they needed to sort out.

"So what do we do? Do we stay on the bus?"

"Well, they's why I woke you up. I thought that since you've been on the bus for hours, you might want to stretch your legs a bit." I looked at Connor. He shrugged.

"Sure. Why not? It'll be good to get some fresh air."

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Three hours later, we were on the move again. This time, Connor and I were sitting at the little table we used as a dining table when we had to eat on the bus. Connor had his laptop out again, going through the photos from Dallas. I sat across from him, scribbling in my notebook that I used to start writing song lyrics. We had music playing in the background quietly and the bus sped along the highway, heading towards Houston.

"What are you working on?" Emma came over and sat beside me.

"Just something I've been running over in my head." I replied, showing her what I'd written.

"I like it. It needs some work but it could be a new hit."

"Can I see?" Connor asked, looking up. 

"Nope. It's not ready for you to see yet." I winked at him as he pouted.

"So I'm allowed to see you working on our song but not this one?"

"Well, you kind of had to see our song because you were part of it. But I've always kept my other stuff secret from my friends and family until I'm happy with it. That way you don't get attached to is being a certain way." He nodded in understanding.

"Fair enough." He turned back to his laptop and Emma handed me my notebook.

"Keep working on that, Troye. It's good."