The Understudy (hiatus)

Chapter Seven - Tydelynn

This morning had been...interesting. I ended up having a bit of a heart-to-heart about drugs and habits with Dan after he saw me take my allergy and skin tablets. It was nice, and I think I like him a lot more now. I feel comfortable around him, which is great because he's a great genuine person. He'd be an excellent boyfriend to a very lucky girl one day...and that girl would not be me.

Even if I did want that.

I don't believe in love anyway. Why should you? You give your heart to someone and get it returned broken. These marriages that somehow seem to last are just made of two people that are scared to cross each other or address the issues that are laced within their relationship. That's not me. I may be awkward sometimes and shy, but I will always speak my mind if I feel strongly about a subject.

Can you see how relationships don't last now? At least not with me, anyway. So, for me, love is off the cards. That's not to say I don't date people or have sex, because I do, but commitment and love isn't even real to me.

After our conversation, I decided to make some lunch for myself. I sat up, stretched and yawned for the millionth time that morning (I'd barely slept as per usual, insomnia's a bitch) and got up off the sofa.

"What you doing?" Dan called as I walked over to the kitchen part of the bus (which was literally half of the living area covered in cupboards and sideboards with a sink and a small island-style breakfast bar cutting the line between the living area and kitchen area).

"Cooking," I replied, nosing in the cupboards for some food.

"Good, I'm hungry," Dan exclaimed cockily, looking over at me as I turned away from the cupboard and scowled at him.

"I'm Tyde, please to meet you," I sassed back, pulling out a packet of Pasta and a jar of Bolognese sauce. I filled a saucepan with boiling hot water from the kettle, placed it on the small stove and started shaking in pasta. "Do you want some?" I asked, stopping to see if I had to add extra pasta for Dan.

"Please," He muttered, glued to his phone.

I cooked double pasta until it was soft, then sivved out the water. I added the sauce and let it cook on the stove for a little bit longer. Once it was all hot and cooked, I plated two plates full of the food. I grabbed two forks and carried everything to the living area.

"Here, let me help...this smells good," Dan smiled, getting up off the sofa and grabbing a plate and a fork off me. "Just a shame there's no chicken,"

"I just cooked pasta!" I rolled my eyes as I sat down on the sofa with my plate.

"I love chicken, though," He complained, filling his mouth full of pasta.

"I'll cook you chicken for dinner then, but only if the bus is still going. If we stop, we're ordering a takeaway. Deal?" I bargained, eating my pasta.

"Deal! Thanks, Tyde," Dan grinned, chewing his food. "This is good," He added as an afterthought.

"Th-"

"What smells nice down here?!" Kyle's happy voice soared through the air as him, Will and Woody walked downstairs.

"Tyde's yummy pasta," Dan yelled back, inbetween mouthfuls.

"You cooked pasta and didn't save us any?" Will pouted, standing right in front of me.

"It is not my fault that you were all playing Sleeping Beauty," I said, finishing the last of my pasta.

"Right Tydelynn Daniells, let us tell you a golden rule," Will began, and I groaned at the use of my full name. "If someone cooks food, which is rare--"

"--you save some for everyone," Woody finished for Will, flopping down on the sofa opposite me, next to Kyle.

"Okay, I shall put that rule into action then," I confirmed, unlocking my phone and scrolling through my twitter.

"You're going to make some more pasta for us?" Kyle chirped, grinning.

"Get gone," I said as I started to compose a tweet. When I'd finished typing, I read it through:

'@TydeyTune: Day Two of @bastilledan 's Tour and I've found out that the boys have a thing with pasta. #CookingUpAStorm #Stormers #IThinkImFunnyNow '

I smiled and published it, and just after I did, Dan's phone dinged. I quickly looked at it, and on his screen there was a twitter notification with my tweet written there. I narrowed my eyes. Usually it came up that he'd been mentioned on twitter, not the full tweet. Had he set his phone up so that he'd get a notification every time I tweeted? Only one way to find out.

I composed another tweet saying 'Ignore this guys, I'm doing some detective work' and sent it. Dan's phone dinged again. I laughed and created a final tweet saying 'Just found out that @bastilledan has his phone set to ding when I tweet. Aw, I'm special'. I sent it and Dan's phone dinged. He quickly read all the tweets, and looked up at me sheepishly. I raised my eyebrows and smirked at him, but I was rudely interrupted by two giggles and a huge burst of laughter.

Dan and I looked over to see Kyle holding his side, laughing, and Will and Woody chuckling at Dan. I giggled with them, and Dan disappeared upstairs in embarrassment. After we'd managed to stop laughing, I went upstairs to Dan. He was lying in his bunk, fiddling with his phone, and I jumped onto the end of his bunk. I sat crossed-legged at the foot of his bunk, watching him on his phone.

"I'm sorry if I've embarrassed you," I whispered, and he looked up. He locked his phone and placed it on his bunk.

"It's fine, I'm only joking," He whispered back, outstretching his legs and balancing his feet on my knee.

"You're not mad?" I asked, and he chuckled.

That looked so much cuter than it should have done.

"Of course not, twitter detective Tyde," Dan smiled, nudging me slightly in the shoulder with his foot.

"Remove your feet from me, Daniel," I warned, staring at his foot. He grinned and continued to nudge me in the shoulder. I put up with it, but then his toe collided with my nose and that was it. I grabbed his foot and pinned it down, tickling it. He screamed in protest and managed to kick me in the chin in his desperate attempts to get rid of me, so I sat on his leg to pin him down more. I carried on tickling him, until he suddenly gained a lot of strength and kicked me clean off his leg. I fell off the bunk (which was a top bunk, may I add) and landed in a heap on the floor.

"Oh my god, are you okay?" Dan yelled as I groaned. Maybe I can have some fun with this, I thought. Trick Time!

"I can't feel my arm. Dan, I think my arm is broken! Ouch, oh my god," I yelped in pain. I even managed to squeeze out some tears.

Dan jumped down with a face full of guilt. "Tyde, I'm so sorry! Oh no, oh god, oh god," He muttered, rubbing his forehead. I quickly stood up and jumped on his back, pinning him down onto the floor.

"Don't mess with me, Daniel. I warned you," I cackled, proceeding to tickle him. I listened to him laughing, and I smiled. He sounded adorable when he was laughing, scrap that - he was adorable full stop. He couldn't know that though. He just couldn't. At least today I'd managed to keep my sarcastic manner locked away and be nice without awkwardness.

Maybe I'm getting the hang of this, I thought. Tour was going to be just fine, as long as I didn't reveal my feelings.