Tour Bus Troublemaker// c.p.

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"Charliiieeeee," I whine and jump on top of him on his bed. He grunts and rolls over, so I am now straddling his waist.

"Kristen," he says softly and grabs my shoulders.
"I told you, we don't have time to go 'exploring.'

I roll my eyes and scoff, looking down at him.
"It's 9:00 A.M. I don't go on until 7:30," I deadpan and he sighs.

"Fine," he says and I jump off of him, grabbing my wristlet.

He follows me out the door of the bus, then suddenly we are hit with a problem.

"Uber?" I suggest and he shakes his head solemnly.

"Too risky," he says and suddenly his eyes light up.

"I'm driving us," he remarks and heads to Lili's car. I stay in my position, my feet glued to the cement.

"We can't take Lili's car," I say and he groans.

"Well, what do you suggest, Kristen?" He asked exasperatedly and throws his arms into the air.

I look around and find what I'm looking for.

"Bingo," I say and point to a bus stop. He looks at me like I'm stupid.

"You're not serious," he says, still staring at me.

"You don't want to be noticed, right?" I question and he rolls his eyes.

I nod and smile widely, grabbing his hand and dragging him along. He doesn't protest, doesn't even pull away as we approach the city bus and climb on. I find an empty seat and Charlie sits next to me, his shoulder touching mine.

"First stop," the bus driver announces.
"Las Vegas Strip."

I smile to myself and look out the window.
"I've never been to Las Vegas," I say and feel him look over at me.

"No wonder," he states.
"You can't even drink."

I look up at him over my shoulder.
"I can if you buy me drinks," I smile and bite my lip.

He casts a soft smile my way and shakes his head.
"I'm not doing that."

I shrug and ignore the subject.
"I want to see the fake Eiffel Tower first," I say and he laughs.

"We should go to the real one someday," he suggests and stares admiringly at me.

I shrug and continue watching the world pass out the window.
"I wish," I sigh and meet his gaze. His eyes were such a deep brown and green I swear I could get lost in them. I blink and quickly turn away.

"Why do you do that?" He asks and I tilt my head.

"Do what?" I ask, even though I know exactly what he means.

"Look away when I look at you," he whispers and my heart beat quickens.

I begin to think about the question and shake my head to myself.
"You're intimidating," I answer and he smirks, looking down at his hands in his lap.

"I don't mean to be, I promise," he says and smiled softly in my direction.

I give him a sad smile and before I could answer, the bus comes to a stop.