Tour Bus Troublemaker// c.p.

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"Rise and shine," Shawn's voice chimes as he rips open the curtain to the window, exposing the sun's rays of the late morning.

There is an indescribable pounding in my head...so this is what a hangover feels like. I groan in pain and roll over in my bed. I hear Shawn's melodic laugh and feel him sit on the edge of the bed next to me.

"Kristen Rose," he strokes my cheek and brushes a few wisps of hair out of my face.
"Welcome to the wonderful experience of your first hangover."

Charlie laughs.
"She was buzzed off of a couple beers and a few shots," he teases.
"What a newbie."

My eyes open and I glare at them both, sitting up in bed.

"Charlie, you can't be talking, because you were pretty drunk last night, too," I respond coldly, making him chuckle.

"I also had more than you did," he replies and I sigh, thinking about the events of the previous night. The dancing, the rush of alcohol down my throat...the kiss. I think we kissed. Or was I making that up? And how did I get up to the room?

"What happened after the car ride?" I question, earning small laughs from both guys.

"We got back to the hotel and you were completely out, like, full on comatose or something," Shawn begins with a silly grin.
"Then we got you up here and you woke up after a few minutes, complaining that you needed to change out of your clothes. And so you changed into your pajamas...proceeding to do a catwalk from the bathroom to the bed like a model."

I laugh and shake my head in disbelief as Shawn continued.

"So you got all comfortable in bed or whatever and as I laid down beside you to sleep, you started saying all this crap about 'the kiss' whatever the hell that meant," Shawn chuckled slightly and I felt my cheeks go pink.

So I did kiss Charlie.

"God, I'm so sorry," I wrap my arms around Shawn's neck and he holds me tightly in a hug.

"Kristen, I'm not mad," he says quietly.
"I know you didn't mean it, whatever it was."

I pull away and smile a little at him. He was so understanding; I totally didn't deserve him. He places a warm hand on my thigh and gazes into my eyes.

"You better get ready, we'll be late," he smiles and I flash him a confused look.

"But our show tonight is in Miami," I reply.
"We're already in Miami."

A smirk played on Shawn's lips.
"I didn't say late for the show, now did I?" He remarks and I smile mischievously, standing up and grabbing my clothes for the day.

I headed into the bathroom, glancing in the mirror. I couldn't even imagine what Shawn and Charlie thought of my appearance, because hell, I scared myself. My hair, still curly from the night before, was a tangled mess. My makeup was smeared in all sorts of places. I grimaced at what I saw and immediately took it off. Then I threw on a pale pink causal t-shirt with some mini black denim shorts and my black converse. I applied some fresh daily makeup and tamed my wild curls into a messy ponytail with a simple black hat.

I walked out into the main area and started to grab my purse and phone. Once finished, we all headed to the lobby, where Peggy and Lili were nowhere to be found.

So, we found a nearby Uber and climbed in. It was a nice, middle aged guy who seemed pretty excited when we got into his car.

"Hey, you guys look familiar," he remarked with a friendly smile. The three of us kind of laughed nervously, not knowing how to respond.