*Chapter 4*

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Andy's POV

I wake up to soft rustling above me. It's probably just Ali tossing and turning. I pull my phone up and turn the screen on. But that doesn't work. I end up throwing it to the end of my bunk. I pick it back up and look at the time. 2:00. The bus jolts up and knocks my phone at of my hand. Oh, it's going to be hard falling back asleep.

*~*7:00*~*

I roll out of my bunk and onto the floor. I was the first awake, as always. A small creak sounds off Ali's bunk. I stand up expecting to be greeted by either Femme or Ali's face. But no, all I see is the back of Ashley's head. He's dead! I pull him off the bunk and he falls the ground. He jolts awake and almost yells but groans when he sees me. I grab Ali's arm and gently shake her awake. But before I can, she asks, " Andy what's going on?" " He was in bed with you Ali! Were you that clueless to not realize?!" I yell.

Water fills the brims of her eyes but she fights back and so do I. " Andy, how could you be so clueless? I didn't know it was him. I thought it was you. I thought I had been screaming," She says angered but it flows away at the end of her sentence. Discomfort and sorrow fills her face. I grab Ashley by his arm and pull him out to the main living space. He wasn't wearing a shirt, which makes the fact he was sleeping with her a little worse.

" Dude, please. Just wait a little longer. She isn't ready for a relationship. I see it when she looks at other guys. She wants to be in a relationship, but we both know she can't handle it," I tell him. He sighs and walks away. I run a tired hand over my face and walk into the kitchen. I start a pot of coffee and lean against the counter with my arms crossed and my eyes squeezed shut.

She was right. There was no reason for me to get upset. He was probably comforting her but fell asleep before he had the possibility to leave her. But those looks he had been giving her and the way he grinned at me. I'm getting the feeling it wasn't because of her nightmares. I'm startled when a pair of arms wrap around me, squeezing my arms tighter to my chest then they already were.

I open my eyes and find Jinxx hugging me. " Um, is there a certain reason you are hugging me?" I ask. " Nope, just Mama Jinxx coming to the rescue," he says. " So now you except our name for you," I laugh. He pulls away and laughs. " I had no idea you were a huger," I add. " I'm not. You needed one, so I provided one," He explains. I nod and return to the coffee maker.

Ali walks in with red skinny jeans and a black My Chemical Romance crop top. " Hey!" I call. She smiles and slightly rubs her eyes. I look back at her shirt and furrow my eye brows. " Change," I say bluntly. " What?" She asks before looking at her shirt. " Andy," She whines. " What?" I ask mocking her. " Come on. This isn't fair. It's just a shirt," She explains. " Yeah, a shirt on a cute girl who is surrounded by boys on a tight bus," I tell her. She sighs and looks at me with her head and body slightly slouching to the left.

" Just add a shirt or whatever girls put under a top," I say throwing my arms out and making slight circular motion with my palms facing up. My weird way of pointing and talking with hand motions. She shakes her head and stands up straight. " Did you seriously call me cute?' She asks. " So you just ignored my whole mini lecture because you were distracted by my choice of words?" I ask. She giggles and nods her head, clasping her own hands in front of her.

" Well, it's true. You got that from me. We are just too cute," I tell her which makes her giggle more. Ashley comes in and says something to her. " Hey! I have an idea," I say. " This can't be good," she mumbles. " Shut up. It is a good idea. Well, you know how I dyed my hair?" it ask. She nods slowly with a questioning look. " Well, I think we should dye yours. Black would look so good on you," I tell her. She rolls her eyes and walks up to the coffee machine. She pulls out the pitcher and fills and mug. She then hands it to me and makes another.

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