1am, driving on the road to the venue. But there’s one big ass problem, the AC’s broken. We’re all dying, I don’t think I’ve sweated this much in my life. Sitting in the bus front room with Danny and Glen. . . talk about awkward .
“Hey, guys the air con’s not getting fixed today so....Evie? What are you wearing?!”
I stifled the urge to laugh as he scanned me before turning around quickly, I don’t blame mark really, who wants to see their sister laying on a sofa in hardly anything, a bra and shorts to be precise.
“Don’t start Mark it’s boiling in here! You guys are shirtless I’m not cringing! It’s too hot to care about that right now!” I laugh, looking around the room. Danny in the lazy boy trying to sleep, it’s been awkward since I hit him and Glen don’t even get me started he’s been annoying since he woke up...
“Anyway what were you saying? About the air con?” I sat up trying to hear what he was saying as he was still turned away from me.
“It’s not getting fixed today. We should be at the venue in about an hour, I’m going to get us checked in to a hotel. We’re not staying in this bus! Danny. Come and help me with these air fans I’m putting in this room, it’s baking”
Great a hotel, thank god. I’m starting to get sick of this bus and the bed’s...well mostly having to be in close proximity with Glen right now. How’re you supposed to be around someone when you’re thinking of ways to break up with them.
Danny doesn’t look at me when he walks past, I sigh purposefully and lay down again peering at the patterns on the ceiling wondering how it got to this. I should have listened to Mark in the first place. Because I didn’t, Danny’s being off with me because I hit him and I’m planning to break up with someone I have feelings for....great.
“A-are you ok, over there?” my eyes open reluctantly to see Glen over the other side of the room, staring at me, I start to feel a little self concious the burn on my stomach being on show wasn't a regular thing, even though it wasn't big it still made me feel insecure.
“Yeah, fine. A little sweaty.” I laugh, but stop soon enough. I don’t want to make it harder for myself. Despite all I’m feeling right now I can’t help but smile hearing his laugh it’s one of those infectious laughs...
“Evie...I want to say something to you, can you at least hear me out?” my teeth clench instantly, anger swarming in. It’s like a switch balancing between on and off any little movement can tip it....
“Glen please. I don’t want to hear it.” I snap a little too harshly but I think I’ve found a way to make this happen...make him hate me.
“Evie don’t be like that I’ve re......”
“Glen. Stop.” I snap putting us back into awkward silence. I hear him sigh in what I think is anger. but who cares, it's better if he hates me.
My eyes shut again quickly, pulling me into a doze...
***
“Evie. Get up we’re here.”
“Thank god...” I peel myself off of the sofa dragging a tank top on before collecting all my stuff, I’ve never been so glad to leave this bus...
We get off the bus and the heat’s not much better, I was hoping for a little relief at least. Thank god there were no screaming fans this time, 2:30am arriving at the venue I don’t think the fans would be that hardcore.
“Right.” Mark shouts as we come to a stop, the people from the crew bus now join us sitting on their cases and other musical apparatus. Before long I get bored of my brothers speech about hotels and whatnot and my phone comes out. As Glen’s not hanging around I take the opportunity to text Matt.
