Blue Eyes Don't Lie [You Me At Six]

8 - Come On, You Don't Know Me

[Lyrics/Title from 'The Consequence' by YMAS]

[A/N] Okay, so I think to stretch out the story I'm going to write time skips in bulk... Not necessarily publish them all at once, but just... I don't know, just space them out a bit, to give myself time to write and you time to read. Is that good? I think that's good.

 I also realized as I was writing this that there's a Sam and Cass in this story, I didn't even do it on purpose XD. Should I add a Dean into the story? Complete the trio? Haha, I swear this was unintentional. xx - CC

        I cracked open a Coke and took a sip from it, savoring the carbonation as it ran down my throat. Sam was beside me, whistling to the Bowling For Soup song that was playing on the radio.

I've been up in the Driver's compartment for a little after 3 days since I first sat down in the passenger's seat. It was 5:15 A.M. and the beginning of the fourth day. We've stopped  four times, and to my surprise no one had come up to escort me off the bus. That said, I hadn't directly talked to any of the guys since I came in here either. I had only went to the bathroom or wherever when they were playing a show or sleeping. It's not that I didn't want to talk to them or see them, but after what Josh had just sprung on me all a sudden... I couldn't help but dread the thought of bumping into him. It was my idea, though; Sam was trying to convince me to 'show myself' at any chance he could get. As I drank my Coke, he brought it up again.

'So, we'll be stopping in about half an hour–' he turned to me only to get a loud groan from me.

'Sam, I told you,' I threw my head back, 'I'm not moving from this seat!'

'But you need socialization!'

'That's why you're here!' He chuckled and shook his head.

'I think my only purpose is to get the guys on this bus from point A to point B.

'No,' I shook my head, 'that's the bus's purpose.'

'But I need to drive the bus–'

'No, the bus need anyone to drive the bus. I'm serious! There could be a fifty-year old giant, greasy beer gut sitting right where you are. We would be on the same road, going to the same place, at the same time.' Sam gasped.

'But then you wouldn't have a super-fit guy with tattoos here to entertain you.' I pointed at him and grinned.

'Exactly.'

I liked Sam a lot. He wasn't half bad looking, with brown hair in a crewcut and tattoos everywhere – from his fingers to his legs, shoulders, and even behind his ears – the only clear places being his neck and face, which was sharp with strong features. He was sweet and  funny, never seeming to be in a bad mood. Sam could  also take my mind off of who was in the bus behind me without even needing to know who exactly was even the problem. He also didn't seem to get offended by what I said, which was a great bonus. He gave a crooked grin to me.

'Okay, you got me there... But you at least need to practice for your performances.' I opened my mouth to retaliate, but closed it again. He had a point. 'When's the first show? A week and a half, two weeks?' I slumped down in my seat, going quiet. Sam laughed. 'See? You gotta practice.'

'Not if I close my eyes tight enough...' I muttered. I really didn't want to talk to any of the YMAS guys – Something would most likely go wrong – and Josh? Ha, no fucking way in hell. If I was honest, all I wanted to do was get off this bus and walk back to University, even if it meant facing Mr. Haft-Ass. Sam wouldn't even be in my thoughts. I heard him let out a breath.

'Okay, well you have 20 minutes to decide whether you want to walk out and get an instrument to practice, or whether you want me carry you out.' I groaned.