On tour, with love

Pt 3, Devins POV.

I woke up to childish giggling. Those fuckers always did this, I thought with a chuckle. But I forgave them purely because they'd make the cutest couple ever. Dear God. I was turning into a fangirl...oh well.

'So then the octopus cat thing just walks-'

'Wouldn't it have slithered or something?'

'Whatever, Richard- and she slithers over and I swear to fuck, she had a knife, so I punched her, like anyone would! So then I look and she's on the floor, and she's suddenly morphed into my mother and I start crying, cause I mean, I just knocked out my mom-'

'Chris?'

'Yeah?'

'I don't think I want to know what you dreamt of anymore...'

I laughed loudly, scaring them. 'I wanna hear it! it sounds like something from Harry Potter, though...' I chuckled to myself. I found Harry Potter references in everything. It was sweet.

'If it reminds you of Harry Potter, then I won't. You have an addiction and it needs to stop. No more Harry Potter!' we all laughed at the pricks joke. Addiction my ass.

'Hey, guys!' we heard Ryan calling, 'we're stopping at a Starbucks...just cause. You coming?'

I guess I could go for a coffee. 'Let me get dressed and sure!' I jumped off my bunk and accidentally landed on Chris's foot. He yelped, I laughed.

'Don't take forever now, dearest' Ryan always called me that in the morning. I decided I'd punch him when I walked out the room.

*In StarBucks*

Vinny, Ricky and Chris all stayed at the bus but they'd sent us with a list. Chris wanted a pumpkin spiced latte and a muffin (I asked which, he said surprise me), Ricky wanted the same, and Vinny said 'your mom', so I gave him the finger.

'Hello sir, what can I get you?' I took out the list I'd brought with me and passed it to Ryan; it was his idea to come, after all.

'All yours, cupcake' I said with a wink to him.

'Fuck you...' he laughed, then turned to the waitress.

I sat on a weird beige-y coloured chair...thing, next to Josh. We sat in a comfortable silence until he decided it'd be funny to steal my sunglasses.

'Oh no!' I pretended to be upset. 'Now my identity is no longer a secret!' I use the bottom half of my jacket to hide my mouth and nose. He laughs. I fake a laugh; I've been doing that a lot lately. oh well.

The bus is locked when we get back, which is weird; we knocked and expected them to open it straight away. Instead we got a lot of giggling and heard Chris saying:

'What's the password?!'

I sighed. I instinctively replied 'Your mom.'

Ricky just said 'Ah, but whose mother?'

I rolled my eyes 'Yours, dip shit.'

'Correct! You may enter!'

I sometimes wonder why I stick with these guys. They were just man children...I felt like the mother goose most of the time.

Ryan threw the bag containing muffins at me because he didn't know whose was whose; I passed Ricky a chocolate one (I knew he liked them) and he nodded his thanks. I passed one to Chris, hiding a genuine smile. He took a bite and had a disgusted face immediately.

'Raisins, mother fucker- surprise!'

He threw the rest of the muffin at the back if my head whilst I retreated to the room we shared, laughing genuinely.

As soon as I got into our room, I climbed onto my bunk and straight away felt my mood lowering. I always got like this when I was alone. I still loved being alone, though; I found comfort in the silence, I found comfort in the feeling of being lost in thought. But it made me question life. What is the meaning of it all? Why are we here? Why haven't I had lunch yet? Would people miss me if I left? The answer to those were 'I don't know', 'I don't know', 'Because I'm not hungry, dumb ass' and 'most definitely not'. Well. That's what I thought. But I guess that everyone feels that way...right? Damn, I wish Kylie was here.. she would talk to me about these things. Make me feel better.

I went to sleep. Sleep is just as good as alone time. It's death without the commitment.