Story of My Life // Taylor Caniff

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Chapter 52

*Faiths POV*

"We should totally do something to disturb the boys." I whispered with a giggle. Felicity nodded fast like in agreement. I got up and she ninja rolled out of her bunk. We then tiptoed to the front of the bus. The bus driver, also manager of MagCon, looked up at us. "What are you girls up to?"

"Oh you know, just up to our pranks again. Nothing new." Felicity giggled. I reached up and grabbed the bus walkietalkie. What we were about to do would wake the boys up. See, there are speakers on the roof of the bus, front and back, and speakers in each bunk.

I took out my phone and went to my music. "What song annoys then the most?"

"Hmmm.... Selfie!" She did a peace sign with her fingers and a duck face.

I rolled my eyes playfully and giggled. "Of course!" I scrolled through my music and tapped it. It started to play but I fast forward it to the "But first" part. Felicity pulled out her phone to record, then brought the talkie to the speaker of my phone. She pressed the button down, and held it. "Good mornings boys!" I shouted, then pressed play.

The music blasted through the speakers throught out the whole bus. We laughed as we watched everybody fall out of their bunks, and ontop of eachother.

I stopped the music and put the talkie back as Felicity ended the quick seven second video. The boys stood up groaning and rubbing their eyes.

"What the fuck was that for?" Jack G asked sitting down at the table.

"I was having a good dream about Ariana Grande!" Hayes complained, sitting next to Jack G.

"You guys are a bunch of pussys." Felicity laughed.

"That was pretty hilarious." The manager, John, laughed. Felicity and I double high fived eachother and then sat on the couch across from the table.

Cam looked at his phone. "Ugh. It's 7:45 in the morning! I don't wanna wake up this early! I'm going back to bed!" He started walking back to the bunks like a zombie.

"We're stopping for breakfast!" I shouted. Felicity smirked and snickered. Everyone's eyes snapped open.

"YAAAAASSSS!" Matt cheered.

"Where at?" Nash asked.

"iHop." I giggled.

"WHOOP WHOOP!!" Hayes stood up on the booth at the table.

"Hayes you're gonna fall down on your face and I'm gonna laugh my ass off." Nash said sitting on Felicitys lap. Wow, what a total flirt. I mentally rolled my eyes. Hayes stuck his tongue out but then John stomped on the brakes. Everybody that was standing either fell to their knees or caught their balance, but Hayes flew out of the booth and face planted like Nash said.

I gasped. "Oh my god! Hayes, are you okay?" I helped him out and he held his head with his right hand. I removed his hand, revealing a big bloody cut and brush burn.

"Yeah I'm fine." He shrugged. I looked in his baby blue eyes and I could tell he was trying to fight back tears.

Nash laughed his head off. "I told you! Moron!" I hit Nash upside his head and grabbed a roll of paper towels and dragged Hayes to the bus bathroom.

I closed the door and a tear slipped out of his eye. I hugged him. "It's okay, Hayes. Don't listen to what Nash says." I cooed.

I let go of him and folded up some paper towels and got them wet. I dabbed his cut with the wet towel and then put a bandage on it. I wipped his tears away and kissed his cheek. He looked up at me and smiled. We left the little bathroom and saw that nobody was there. Everybody was walking towards iHop.

"Come on! We're gonna miss out on Breakfast!" Hayes yelped. We scurried around to find our Vans. We finally put them on and jumped out of the bus, sprinting towards the doors.

"How much longer until we get to Austin?" Felicity asked.

"About an hour. Show starts at seven in the afternoon and it's currently 8:07." John shrugged.

I filled my mouth with the remaining pancakes that was on my plate, and then chugged down my glass of milk.

"Well I'm done. Can leave now?" Felicity whined.

"No." Cameron laughed. "Hayes, Matt, and Carter have another plate of pancakes coming."

"Same!" I laughed. I stopped the waitress and ordered another plate of blueberry pancakes.

"Ugh! Your guys' stomachs are blackholes!" Felicity complained running her hands down her face. We all laughed.

"Go on Twitter or something." I suggested. My eyes went wide as a stack of pancakes were placed in front of me. I immediately dug in. I felt multiple pairs of eyes on me, and looked up. "What?" I asked with my mouth full.

"You're so weird!" Carter laughed. I swallowed. "Thank you. Thank you very much."