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"Oh, do I have the wrong bus?" You awkwardly state, grabbing your things closer to you. At the sound of your voice, Josh snaps his head up, his face lighting up and smiling at you.
"Nope. The other busses were packed and since you were such a last-minute addition, we have been kind enough to offer our bus to you," Tyler smiles, hugging Jenna closer.
"Oh, um, thank you guys," you smile bashfully, scooting past them to put your luggage in the back. As you are settling your suitcase and photography equipment down, you hear the door to the back compartment slide open. You whip around, and at the sight of Josh, you smooth your hair down and try to look presentable.
"You have the bunk above Jenna, by the way. Across from me," he shyly smiles, playing with his hands.
"Oh okay, thanks," you smile back, trying your best to keep your composure. For some reason, every time you were around him Josh, it was like your self conciseness increases by a hundred percent, and you can't keep your eyes off him.
"Oh, and I have a favor to ask," he says. "I want to record bits and pieces of the show on my snapchat every night so that people at home can get a little taste, you know?"
You get so lost in his words and love hearing his voice, it takes you a moment to snap out of it and nod with a short 'yeah, sure' in response.
"Okay, cool, cool." He replies, nodding. "Well I guess I'll leave you to it."
You wave him off and when the door closes, you breathe a sigh of relief. Maybe this is going to work out better than you thought.
As the tour went on, your friendship with the band and Jenna grew stronger and stronger. There was no doubt you had grown extremely close to Josh. And, obviously, your growing attraction to him did nothing but excite you. It was the Houston show tonight, and you were wandering around the backstage area of the arena, looking for anything to entertain you. Your camera is slung around your neck and it swings back and forth as you enter the stage area where Tyler and Josh are practicing.
You pick up your camera and fix the settings, adjusting the lighting and the lens. You band down to the ground, putting the camera to your face. You focus onto Tyler on the side of the stage and focus the camera, snapping the picture.
You do this for a while until they stop to take ten. You turn around and see Josh wiping his forehead and gazing at you from behind his drumkit. When he sees you notice him, he stands up and walks over to you, climbing over his drumset.
"What are you taking pictures of?" he asks curiously. You shrug.
"I want to see," he says, inching closer to you. Your body starts to get the familiar butterflies and you open the camera roll, tilting him to show him. Your faces are inches apart and you can feel the heat radiating off his body due to how hard he had practiced.
"These are.. so good," he comments, grabbing the camera with one of his hands, his hand resting on top of one of yours. You tighten up and your cheeks blush.
"Thank you," you accept his complement. "I have some more on my phone."
You take your phone out and click on the camera roll, showing him some edited pictures.
"Oh, I like that one!" he states, pointing at it. However, when he points at it, your phone glitches out and skips a few pictures back to a picture you weren't very proud of.
It was you in the tour bus bathroom in a rather sexy lace bralette, leg propped up on the counter, showing off your ass and matching lace thong.
It all happened so fast, and by the time you snatched your phone back, but Josh had already seen it. You thought he was going to patronize you, but instead, his arms started flexing and his jaw clenched. He swallows hard and turns his head to look at you. He takes a shallow breath in.
