With a New Face of Failure

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That night we slept together in the bus, not like that. That morning we were in the back room with the queen bed, for guests, often our manager, but he hasn't been with us for a couple of weeks. I woke up to her soft face in front of me, her hair messily covered her face. She slept silently, small breaths. I brush her hair out her face, revealing her light peach skin, rosy cheeks, and soft lips. I rubbed her cheek and she smiled, and mumbled something. She scooted closer to me and wrapped her arm around my side, and I kept my hand on her lower back, my other hand propping myself up on the bed. She yawn, stretching, and punching me in the face. She opened her eyes and giggled. "Sorry." She mumbled and kiss my cheek, the one she punched. 

"It's fine, at least you have a good punch." She laughed a little.

"How'd you sleep?" She played with the hem of my shirt. 

"Pretty good, slept a lot better with you." I pushed the memory away of my abusive step-dad. "You?"

"Same." She smiled. "Any dreams?"

"It's really random." 

"Go on." She urges me. I tell her the random story about me being a watermelon and turning into a basketball then meeting One Direction, she laughed at my weird dreaming. 

"What about you?" I said, a little embarrassed. 

"Oh, uhm. I had a nightmare." She bit her lip.

"Oh, you don't have to tell me about it if you don't want to." 

"Okay, but I will. In the future." She cupped my face. "I'm hungry." 

"Me too. I'll get you something." I kiss her head and walk out. The bus vibrated gently under my feet. I look out the window and see trees running behind us. I walk to the front where the bus driver whistled to the tune of his iPod.

"Where are we going?" I take out his ear bud.

"Nevada." 

"When did we leave L.A.?"

"Like..." He checked his watch. "2 hours ago." 

"Oh okay." I frowned as I put his ear bud back in, Frank didn't tell us when we were leaving, we didn't even agree to this. I walked to the kitchen and made bagels, then walked back into the room. She glared at me as I crawled onto the bed. "What?" I handed her a bagel.

"Can we get some stuff from my apartment? My phone is about to die." She pursed her lips. I sigh and sit next her. "What? Something wrong?"

"Well, we're not in L.A. anymore."

"What? I don't have any clothes, what am I going to wear? What if someone breaks into my apartment? My phone! I need a charger! I can't just leave." She gasped for air, I held her face in my hands.

"Galina, we will go back in a week or a little bit more. I swear, everything is going to be okay." She relaxed a little, but was still tense. "Galina, it's okay." She sighed and took a bite of her food as moved my hands away. 

"Fine." She said with her mouth full, I smiled and kissed her cheek. 

"I'm going to go talk to the band, you can do whatever you want... and yeah." I left, taking my bagel. The guys make fun of me, because I eat my bagel like a sandwich, not my fault I was born this way. They still slept, snoring. I scream and they all wake up, some fell off, yelling, 'what?!' or 'oh my fuck'. I laughed and slipped into the booth, finishing my bagel. 

"Fuck, Oliver." Kyle grunted. He was always in a bad mood when he woke up. "What the fuck do you want?" He rubbed his neck and leaned against the wall that his bed was in. Our beds we're in walls, I liked it because you could make it into a hammock, but you could easily fall off. Roger slept beneath Toni and I usually slept above Kyle.

"Damn, calm down Kyle, eat your food." He rolled his eyes and shuffled to the kitchen. 

"Morning." Roger says as he pulls the blanket off Toni. He groans and rubs his eyes as he gets off and lays on the table, snatching his blanket from Roger. Roger slips next to me rests his head on Toni's back. Roger rarely got grumpy, scratch that, never got grumpy in the morning. Kyle munched on a apple and leaned against the seat. "What do you wanna talk about?"

"Well, I think we need a new manager, because Frank doesn't let us decide on anything, and it's our right to choose what we want to do, am I right?" They nod, Toni just groans, agreeably. "Also, Galina is with us, so please, no more "accidental" moons or bananas. If you know what I'm talking about." They laugh as they give glances at each other, I laugh a little as well. "Anyways, we need to take some stops to get her some stuff, since we did pack up and leave. All in favor of letting Frank go, say me."

"Well, what are you going to do for a manager? Do we even have experience managing our own band?" Kyle throws his apple away. 

"Come on, it gives us total control." I reply.

"Do we have time anyways? I mean, Frank is what got us to the top, too." Roger says.

"Yeah... Maybe Oli is right." Kyle thinks. "We could manage a part of out careers. Like I could manage the gigs, you could manage the money, Oliver, you could manage the merchandise, Toni, and Roger can make sure we're on top of it." 

I thought, gosh Kyle always made great decisions. "Yeah, that could work. All in favor?"

"Me." Everyone harmonized together. Galina walks out in my T-Shirt and the shorts she wore yesterday. They all stare for a moment except Kyle, he just looks at me and winks. 

"Okay, guys." I say and jump to hug her. 

"Are we still going to see Lou?" Roger says poking Toni in the jaw and he grunts. 

"Yeah, we should." Kyle says. I'm too busy flirting with her to even acknowledge what they're saying.

"You look hot in those shorts." I smiled and placed my hand on her hip, she pressed her forehead to mine.

She giggled. "Thank you."

"Want to go shopping?" I say, weirdly.

She laughs. "Really?"

"Just for you." I smile at  her lips.

"Mmkay, your treat?"

"Of course." We kinda sway back and forth as we're wrapped against each other. "Want to get a dog?"

"Yes! Or cat?" She begged a little. I looked at the guys who chewed on food, probably starring at Galina's rear. 

"Pet?" They shrug. I turn back to her. "That means yes." 

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