I'll Be Damned if You're the Death of Me (Ben Bruce/Asking Alexandria)

Why Elevator's Need Pause Buttons

***A few weeks later***

I plopped myself down onto the couch and sighed aloud. Unpacking was a lot more work then you'd expect on a tour bus. The guys were already rushing around for set lists, and equipment, and we hadn't even made it to the first venue yet. The guys would be performing in Pennsylvania first, so that meant a short-distance drive. The show wasn't until tomorrow, so we'd be getting a hotel for the night, and we could spend the night and most of tomorrow, fucking around in the city.

I had become less excited for tour as it got closer, but right now my nerves were risen. Although Andy had said that the guys missed me, none of them had said much to me. I felt kind of awkward; having not seen them in so long. I felt like a stranger. I'd gotten some "Hi"'s and "How have you been?"'s, but that was all. I was also nervous about the other band, Asking Alexandria. I knew Danny, James and Sam pretty well, but I didn't know Cameron or Ben from a hole in the wall.

In other words, I was scared of being out-casted. I felt like I didn't belong as of now, but I'm sure it will change soon enough. Tour is always crazy.

By the time we got to the venue, it was a little after 2. We'd left Ohio early in the morning. Early enough that I swear I almost fell asleep standing up. I followed Andy out of our huge-ass bus, and followed him towards the hotel back entrance. This was a normal thing for us. We would always have to park the bus in the back of the venue or hotel, and enter through a back entrance. Just in case fans found out where we were staying.

It was hot out. Hot as hell actually. I was in shorts and a batman tee shirt, and I was already sweating. I could hear the bustling of band member's and crew trying to lug their shit for the next two days out of the bus.

Andy brought us to the front desk, and the deskman ushered us quickly to the elevator. There was hardly any talking; only awkward whispers. The elevator couldn't hold us all though, and I was stuck in one with Andy, CC, Ash, Danny and Ben Bruce. The hotel wasn't a high-end one. It had probably 3 stars. But at least it had a pool!

Andy turned and handed me a room key. "You can either share a room with me and some of the guys, or you can have your own room,"

"Oh," I thought for a second. If I stay alone, I'll be alienated and have less chances to hang out with the guys.

"She get's to pick?" Asked Ben from beside Andy, sarcastically. He had really scruffy hair, and a heavy English accent. He bit at his spider bites, and his eyes looked from me to Andy. They were a hazelish blue. He was surprisingly really cute.

"Yeah, you just stuck me with him," Danny laughed and motioned to Ben.

"Hey, you know you like sharing a bed with me," Ben smirked and wrapped his arm around Danny. Danny's hair had been cut shorter, and his beard was left as only scruff.

"I'm with you guys too," Andy laughed.

"At least you guys aren't stuck with Ash and whatever hooker he brings back to the room," CC sighed and looked at the ground.

"I didn't even know there were room arrangements," Ashley glared at Andy. "A head's up would've been appreciated,"

"I'm an extremely unorganized person. I thought I texted you," Andy shrugged.

"I never got a text message from you," Ashley shook his head.

"Well fuck," Andy chuckled.

"I'll share a room with you guys," I piped up awkwardly.

"You get to share a room with my smelly butt, and a fat old man," Ben patted my back.

"How many beds are there?" I whined, looking up at Andy. Sadly, I didn't get the height that Andy had been blessed with.