Mellow ~ A Simon Rix FanFiction

Tears

Simon's POV

Enjoy! x

I clamber into the tour bus, rucksack hanging loosely from my shoulder.

"Fucking finally..." Peanut grumbles, rubbing his eyes wearily.

The bus starts moving but I hold my hands out, "Hang on... I might've said that-"

"You didn't invite your girlfriend did you?" Whitey stands up suddenly, peering out of the window and spotting Delilah at the front door saying goodbye to her parents.

Peanut's mood immediately changes. I know how much he likes Delilah; the two of them can have intelligent discussions about History and stuff, which he can't do with us.

Nick seems pretty chirpy about it too, he still has the crystal she gave him last night. "She can have the spare bunk." He picks up the stray acoustic lying down across the tiny space and secures it in its case, leaning it up against the wall. "How long is she staying?"

"She'll get a train back to Leeds after our gig." I explain, watching Delilah as she approaches the bus carrying only one small shoulder bag.

Rick seems a little skeptical but soon nods, "It'll be nice to have some female company." He shrugs. "Is she bringing her sister?" He perks up, looking out of the window.

I punch his arm, "You've already nearly slept with her best friend."

"Nearly." Rick reiterates. "I nearly slept with her best friend."

"Nearly is bad enough." I mumble, dumping my bag on my bunk and helping Delilah onto the bus.

"This is proper cool..." She gushes, looking around the space.

I chuckle, taking her bag and placing it in one of the overhead shelves. "Proper cool? It's proper cool, is it?" I tease her, earning a well deserved slap on the arm.

"Don't make fun of me... Bassist." She leaves me to hug Peanut and they start talking about some Roman ruins recently discovered in Wales.

"You just got burnt." Nick laughs, cheekily handing me a cup of water for the 'burn'. I ignore his slyness and drink the water, tossing the cup into the bin.

:-:-:-:

We're playing Top Trumps, superhero edition.

It's excruciatingly hot so we've opened all the widows, but because we are stuck in traffic all the gross exhaust fumes are seeping into the bus.

Rick is smoking out of the open window moodily; he's never been very good at Top Trumps and always loses pretty badly. He suggested we play strip poker but Whitey straight up refused.

Delilah careful props her sunglasses on top of her head and takes off her hoodie, her hair sticking to her neck with sweat.

Top Trumps is pretty hard to play with six people, but we're managing.

Nick won the last round (and most of the rounds before that) so picks the next category. "Strength: eighty seven."

"Do you have the bloody Hulk again?" Whitey grumbles. Revealing he has the Invisible Woman who isn't really known for her strength.

I've got Magneto whose strength is forty five.

Nick wins again. "Intelligence: ninety four."

Delilah slams down her card, "Intelligence: ninety six bitches!" She takes all our cards and Rick groans.