Tour bus [Shawn Mendes]

8

I was going to kill him. He had pulled out his guitar and played and sang all morning. I could not sleep, and this stupid bed wasnt comfortable at all, and this bus kept bumping and moving and I am going to kill him.

"Shut up!" I screamed. He started to play louder. I then swung open my door and stomped my way to his more comfortable bed that was actually mine. "What the hell? People like to sleep too." I crossed my arms over my shoulders.
"I can play if I want to. This is my tour. if you have a problem with it you can put some ear plugs in." He looked back down at the guitar proceeding to do whatever it is he was doing. I walked into the "kitchen-et" that was right next to his bed.

"Oh, I'll put some earbuds in. I'll put them right up your ass and back in your mouth and maybe you'll never sing again."
"What was that?" I giggled slightly. "Nothing." I grabbed the boxed water and walked back to my room. "I can't wait till you leave and I'll never get to see you again."

"Right back at ya!" With a slam of my door.