Loving You • M.B

Chapter 13

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I woke up the next morning to the sound of Bryce's voice.

"Hey, Brookie, I need you to get up, cause everyone wants to hang out here for the next few minutes." He muttered, as I yawned, resting my head on his hand.

"I don't like sleeping in the bunks..." I mumbled, as Bryce stood up, lifting me up off the couch bridal style.

"Well, can you stay there for the next five or so minutes? Oh and do you still want to go home?" He asked me, shoving me into a middle bunk while trying not to whack any of my body parts off of the bunk above mine.

I shrugged, as he gently covered me up with a blanket. I saw Mikey quickly walk past and into the back room, making me want to puke with the amount of guilt I was feeling.

"Have a think about it alright? I don't want you staying here and then complaining that you want to go home all the time." He said, making me nod.

"Can you get Tayler for me?" I asked him, just as he started to walk away. He nodded, cocking his brow.

Tayler appeared a minute later, leaning down so he was able to see me.

"Hey, Tay..." I mumbled, smiling at the lanky boy.

"Mornin', beautiful." He whispered, kissing my lips.

"I feel really bad...for Mikey." I whispered, "like, really bad. He seems really upset."

"Hey, don't sweat it, alright? He'll get over it and forgive you eventually. Trust me, I know." He whispered, smiling gently at me.

I chuckled at his short statement. "I wanna go into the back room but Mikey's in there and I don't want it to be awkward."

"C'mon then! It won't be awkward, okay? I'll stay with you." He said, grinning cheekily as he grabbed me by the waist and yanked me out of my bunk.

"Fine..." I grumbled, letting Tayler take hold of my hand and pull me into the back room. There was a little bit of space on the sofa, so Tayler let me sit there, and then he sat on the ground, my legs resting over his shoulders. He gently caressed my calves, sending slight shivers down my spine.

Mikey never really made me feel like this when he touched my skin. I looked at Mikey, who was looking at me. He seemed like he wanted to cry, which made me want to cry too.

I quickly took out my phone, texting Bryce. I didn't want to interrupt the 'serious' conversation he was having with Johnny by calling out for my brother.

Me:
Dude, I really wanna go home. I feel really sick.

It took him a few minutes to reply to me just because he was so occupied with Johnny.

Bryce:
Really? I'll come with you to the airport alright? I'll text mom for ya xx

Me:
Thanks, B :) x

I locked my phone and threw my head back onto the sofa. Tayler had started running his hands up and down my shins, as he talked to Zach Clayton.

I leaned forward and played with his blond highlights, attempting to braid them and failing miserably. I actually had started to feel a little homesick, now that we were actually in Orlando.