Ashley POV
Matt has his arm draped over Donna who was lounged out on the couch. Jake and Andy come back on the bus, rubbing their balls.
I raise and eyebrow, "Get kicked in the nuts, boys?" I ask.
"Physcological warfare by backing dancers," Jake replies.
"What...?" Matt begins but Andy holds up a hand to him.
"Don't ask... Just don't," he says in a pained voice. Matt and Donna give each other a confused look.
"Fair enough..." Donna replies. I stand up and brush my hands on my pants.
"Imma check out the merch tent," I say and make my way to the door.
"Avoid the left side stage!" Jake spits out.
"For the safety of your balls," Andy adds. I shake my head and get off anyway. Ignoring their warnings I make my way to the left side stage. Dubstep is playing loudly as the group take a breather. I sigh, dubstep ruins drums. Though people are still moving on stage. I squint and walk closer, to get a better view.
And my balls are already paining. Y'ouch. The chick nearest to me is one flexible mother fucker... I'm sure she could do a lot with that flexibility... If you catch my drift. I cross my arms over my chest to watch these dancers. As the dancers all face towards where I'm standing I see the face of the chick closest to me and almost groan.
Crystal.
She doesn't spot me and continues with her... um. I don't know what to call what she just did. But it could be a sex move. Around then minutes later the group gets off, followed by the dancers. One of which gets thrown a jock strap. I pull a face. Manky. I can smell the herpes from here.
Crystal walks off of the stage on my side with a bottle of water. She stops in her tracks once she sees me.
"Are you stalking me or something?" she asks.
"I'm in a band that happen to be headlining this festival and you are asking me if I'm stalking you?" I raise an eyebrow at her.
She rolls her eyes, "Whatever."
"Why do you hate us, Crystal. And by us I mean me and the guys."
"Do I really need a reason? You guys are a bunch of emo fags that have thousands of fangirls, one of which happens to be my sister who gets all the fucking limelight..."
"So that's it?" I ask.
"That's what?"
"That's why you hate us. Because Iris is stealing your limelight from us."
She lets out a bitter laugh, "As if I would want a limelight from you fags."
She walks off, doing her weird butt wiggle jiggle thing. I smirk to myself.
"Crystal?"
She turns back and spits a, "what?!" at me.
"I think someone replaced your skirt with a belt."
She groans and turns back around, doing that walk again.
"Looks sexy though, babe!" I shout after her. And I swear her ass wiggled a bit more.
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DO NOT HATE ME, EAT ME, KILL ME AND OR PLAN ANY DIOBOLICAL HARM TOWARDS ME. Now that we have that all clear I have to apologise for not uploading since 2011. It pisses me off that one of my main projects on Wattpad has been experiencing writers block. Even though this chapter is a short and crappy one, it took a lot to do. Sorry guys :/
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