Breaking Through {JimmyYumaxDeuce}

Chapter 7

Jimmy's pov

I made my way to the lounge, grabbing a hoodie off the couch and thinking it was mine.

As soon as I put it on I caught a heavy whiff of cologne, alcohol, cigarettes, and a bit of weed.

Definitely not my hoodie.

I knew that it was Aron's though just because of the cologne otherwise I would've thought it were Gadjet's.

I heard a commotion from outside, rushing out of the bus.

The whole crew were outside messing around and getting drunk.

I watched as Aron zipped past me on a dirt bike, driving like an idiot.

I immediately could tell he was drunk.

God there were so many ways this could go wrong.

As soon as he stopped I ran over to him.

"what the hell are you doing? " I asked " you're gonna get yourself killed "

" I'll be fine... " he slurred, climbing off the bike.

" isn't that my hoodie? " he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"yes, I thought it was mine and I'm too lazy to change it back " I muttered.

"hmm...okay" he said, going silent after that as he stumbled over to a cooler filled with drinks.

I followed him, catching him everytime he just about fell.

He took a sip from the beer bottle sitting next to the cooler before jogging back to the bike and getting on.

" are you sure that's a good idea? " I asked once I caught up to him.

He nodded, revving up the bike and zooming off.

He did a few laps around the bus, speeding up each time.

As he made about his fifth lap, the bike tilted over and he fell off.

The bike fell onto the ground and I rushed over to him.

" You alright? " I asked, helping him up.

"y-yeah...uh...I think so " he mumbled.

" I think we should take you inside. You've had enough alcohol for tonight" I chuckled as I guided him onto the bus.

He sat down on the couch, looking as if he were about to fall asleep.

I smiled softly. He was cute when he was drunk.

I grabbed a water bottle from the fridge, tossing it to him.

I walked over to the couch, sitting down next to him.

I grabbed the remote, turning on the TV as he rested against me.

I put my arm on the back of the couch so he could actually lay on me.

After about an hour or so of being like that everyone had either gone back to their bus or came onto this bus.

Aron was fast asleep against me though.

I must've passed out on the couch because I woke up the next morning to find Aron still asleep and the bus quiet.

I pushed my hair out of my face, yawning quietly.

I looked over at Aron, watching the rise and fall of his chest for a few seconds before carefully moving him off of me.

I still had his sweatshirt on so I decided to take it off, throwing it on the couch.

I got up, shuffling to the bathroom.

I ran my hand through my hair a couple times before actually brushing it.

I quickly brushed my teeth and then exited the bathroom.

As I walked into the lounge Aron slowly started waking up.

I walked to the kitchen, pretending not to notice.

"God...what the hell happened? My legs are so sore... " he muttered, running a hand through his messy black hair.

" well you got drunk and decided it would be a good idea to ride around on a dirt bike" I replied as I took an apple from the fridge.

" that doesn't explain anything " he mumbled.

" You fell off the bike! I figured it would be obvious since I said that you were drunk when you drive around on it" I said, trying not to laugh.

"yeah...okay " he mumbled, getting up.

He stumbled his was to the door, walking off the bus.

" I need a smoke " he said as he left.

I decided I could use one my self so I followed him outside.

When I got outside I saw him sitting against the bus with a blunt between his lips as he attempted to light it.

"really?  You said a smoke " I said, sitting next to him.

"duh! This is a smoke just not a cigarette " he replied.

"yeah, whatever you say " I mumbled, lighting my own cigarette against my lips.

I took a long drag, thinking of something to say.

Neither of us could think of anything so we just sat there in a calming silence as the morning grew brighter.

It was relaxing not to have him bitching about something for once, especially when it's directed towards me.

Maybe I'd finally broken through that tough shell he uses to protect himself from getting hurt again. Just maybe.