The Understudy (hiatus)

Chapter Eleven - Tydelynn (Part Two)

I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. I lay still in my bunk and tried to control my breathing. I was praying that it was Dan coming up the stairs so that I could talk to him about what had just happened.

"Tyde?" I heard Woody's voice shout to me. I sat up in my bunk and our eyes locked. He was leant against the door frame.

"Yeah?"

"Get packing," He said, clapping his hands.

What? Oh crap, was there something in the understudy contract about kissing band members? Oh my god, was I going to get sacked? Oh no, this is bad. This is very bad.

"Am I being sacked?" My voice wobbled slightly as I asked him, and Woody burst out laughing.

"No, we're staying in a hotel. The bus is stopping for the night, there's a problem with the battery. Get packing some stuff so we can pack our stuff after,"

"Oh, okay!" I smiled, jumping off my bunk. I pulled out a small bag and threw in a pair of ripped black jeans, a burgandy t-shirt and clean underwear. I also packed my makeup and my pajamas, which was going to be an oversized shirt considering I was going to be in a room by myself with no lads. That was the plan anyway.

"Oi, Tyde, pack some pretty clothes," I heard Kyle shout up the stairs.

"Why?" I yelled back, certain he was winding me up and he was going to make some sassy comment about the very hot kiss I just shared with Dan.

"We're going to get drunk,"

"Clubbing?"

"That's where you usually get drunk when you're young,"

"Alright, alright, you sass bag!" I laughed, looking over at my clothes. I decided to keep the ripped black skinny jeans to wear tonight, and I picked out a crop top. It was like a plain black strapless bralet with black netty-chiffon sleeves and chest covering. I decided that I really couldn't be arsed with stilettos, so I opted for black lace-up shoes with a chunky five-inch heel. I packed my curling tongue, a tattoo choker and decided I was good to go. As a last thought, I quickly packed my pillow with all my song writing stuff in it.

"Done," I mumbled as I walked downstairs with my bag.

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I was now in my hotel room, getting ready. My hair was pulled back and I had just finished setting my fresh foundation with translucent powder when I received a knock on my door. I walked over to open in and I was met with Dan.

"Can I come in for a minute please?" He whispered, and I nodded. He followed me in and shut the door behind him. I started filling in my eyebrows as he made himself comfy on the end of my bed.

"Tyde?"

I turned around to face him. He beckoned for me to join him, so I sat down next to him.

"Did that kiss mean anything to you?" He asked, looking directly into his lap.

"It wasn't supposed to," I admitted as Dan's head shot up.

"You felt it too?" He asked, and I knew straight away that he was talking about the sudden hotness and electricity that seemed to flood the air as our lips locked.

"Yeah,"

"Is it wrong if I want to feel it again?" His voice was barely audible, he seemed so shy.

"If it was, we'd both be going to hell," I whispered.

"Both of us?"

"Indeed. It's not just y—" I seemed to have been cut off by a pair of soft and familiar lips. Our mouths opened lightly and laced together, before pulling away slowly.

"You're trembling," Dan whispered, and I shook my head. "You better get ready,"

He kissed my forehead softly as he got up and left my hotel room. I finished my eyebrows, darkly shadowed my eyes, contoured and highlighted my face and applied a dark plum-coloured lipstick. I curled the pastel-green ends of my hair lightly and ruffled up the roots. I put on my tattoo-style choker and got changed. I looked in the mirror.

Not bad, I thought.

I wondered what tonight was going to bring. Drinking, dancing and Dan. Sounded good to me.

But, knowing me, some crap was seriously going to go down tonight. Who cares?

I couldn't wait for tonight.