Satisfaction

Chapter 2

It definitely took all of my might to get out of bed at an ungodly hour such as this. I sat up in bed and stretched while cracking my back and neck. I drowsily got out of bed and walked to the bathroom. I was so unbalanced, it looked like I just received a DUI. I was obviously not a morning person. When I made it in, the first thing I noticed in the mirror was that my hair was a complete mess and I had bags under my eyes. How rough did I sleep last night?

"Whoa, Mommy needs a makeover..." I thought out loud.

After brushing my teeth thuroughly (I have a thing about hygiene), I jumped into the shower and tried to be as quick as possible knowing how long I can take. It was really tempting to just stand in the shower for twenty minutes but I don't think Scott would appreciate that. After drying myself off and putting on my gray V-neck and black skinny jeans, I began to do my hair. I applied my hair product and did it how I normally do it: up and to the left. I was ready and in less than 15 minutes too. For me that's record time.

I opened the door and jumped slightly when I saw Scott standing there just before me in a Joy Rich tank top and sweatpants. He put his phone in his pocket and walked into the bathroom as I awkwardly maneuvered myself around him.

"Avi said he'll be here in a few minutes so I'll just be quick." I nodded and before going back into my room I told him to put my hair product in his bag because I forgot to grab it. "No problem."

I entered my room and my suitcase sat next to my nightstand. I pulled up the handle and dragged it over to the living room. Realizing I had a few minutes to spare, I took out my phone to make a quick Tweet out to our fans in New York that we would be there soon. Not at all to my surprise, about five minutes later my tweet got about 20 favorites and replies from eager fans. Then my phone vibrated once more in my hand and I saw that it was a text from Avi.

Avi: Hey, we're outside :)

Mitch: Alright, I'll get Scott. Thanks again <3

Just as I put my phone away, Scott came in the living room all ready to go with his suitcase at his side. "You ready to go?" He asked, patting me on the back.

"Yeah, Avi's waiting outside." I answered.

The second we stepped outside, we felt how chilly it was this morning and we didn't have our jackets on. I wrapped my arms around myself in an attempt to preserve some warmth.

"It's summer in LA, why on earth is it this cold outside?" I whined.

Luckily Avi wasn't parked that far away from the building. In the car was Kevin in the passenger seat and Kirstie in the back. After putting our stuff in the trunk, I went in first, next to Kirstie, and Scott went in after me.

"We are super bad dressing for the weather." Scott said with a smile, rubbing his arms.

"Yeah, I can tell." Kirstie said, taking a sip from her Starbucks cup.

Starbucks really did sound good right now. I just felt like teasing her a little bit right now. "Wow, Kirstie how are you just going drink that Starbucks in front of us when we're over here thirsty and cold?" I said, with a hint of sass.

Scott chuckled and joined right in, "Yeah, Kirst! I'm real hurt!" He said, overdramatically placing his hand over his heart. I could hear Kevin and Avi laughing at us in the front.

Kirstie grinned and rolled her eyes. She offered us a sip but we both turned it down; honestly we really just wanted to mess with her.

As we drove on, I couldn't help but keep thinking of what was going to happen in New York. With the way I've been feeling lately, I wasn't even sure if I wanted to go. I feel like my terrible moods would just bring me down the entire time. When I was younger, these moods didn't get that bad, but now they've gotten worse and sometimes they even happen when I'm with my friends. I think I do a pretty good job of hiding it so they didn't know about it.

Then thoughts went on to Scott. He has been my best friend for a little over ten years now and that's a lot more than some people can say about their friendships. Scott has literally been there for me when I'm at best and also when I'm at my worst. In the past, he had always been the first one to sense that there was something wrong. So I couldn't help but wonder if Scott already how I've been feeling but he just didn't want to say anything. I mean, it would be kind of awkward; I have these great friends around that I see on a daily basis but I can never stay trully happy around them. He'd probably be so hurt by it so maybe he doesn't know yet.

But then again, I can't really imagine Scott ever being angry with me. He is literally a walking ray of sunshine while I'm a dark rain cloud. He's always super happy about everything; even when things don't necessarily go our way, he didn't let that affect his attitude and I really admire him for that. Come to think of it, there are a lot of things to admire about him. Scott has an amazing personality, he's incredibly smart, he has an awesome sense of style, he's pretty handsome too-- there I go again. I mean he is really good looking though but... I don't know! Why am I thinking about this now?

"Mitch?"

I heard his voice call my name and it snapped me out of my thoughts. "Yeah, what?" I turned to face him.

He gave his usual smile. "I called your name like five times, are you okay?"

Kirstie added in, "He was probably just spaced out."

I nodded quickly and tried to force a smile. "Just thinking a lot... About New York mostly."

Scott rubbed my back in small circular motions, making my cheeks turn red like a tomato. "Don't worry, you'll have fun." I gave a small shy smile, barely showing my teeth. Scott, sensing an opportunity, broke out singng, "Don't you worry, don't you worry, child! Heaven's got a plan for you!" The others laughed and I giggled like a little school girl.

Do I always feel this away around Scott? No, not really. Why is now any different? I don't want him thinking I'm weird or anything. I just need to calm down. I shut my eyes and laid back in my seat. It wasn't very comfortable, especially after being sandwiched in between Scott and Kirstie.

Though luckily, after a couple minutes, we made it to the tour bus. Esther was alreay there waiting for us. We got out of Avi's car and took our bags out of his surprisingly spacious trunk and situated them in the bus. Inside the bus, it was like a little home. It had couches, a fridge, some beds, and even a bathroom with a shower included. Like she did for our last North American tour, we were having Genevieve drive us to New York.

The first thing I did was go right to the couch and of course Scott sat right next to me. Not that I minded or anything. Kevin went to the fridge and gave each of us a water bottle. We all know how important it is to stay hydrated.

Avi cleared his throat, gaining our attention, "So after we rest up for a while, how about we rehearse some of our songs?"

We ended up all agreeing. To be honest, I really wasn't in the mood to sing, but I could still use the practice. I was still so tired so I ended up drifting off to sleep right then and there. I might've leaned my head on Scott's shoulder but I don't think he would have minded too much.