3,000 Miles

Chapter 21

It was only my first night on tour with the boys, and I was already stressed out. I woke up this morning to, no not my alarm clock, but the sweet smell of Wesley trying to burn the bus down.

"What are you doing!" I yelled, taking the boiling pot off the small stove.

"I just wanted to make you breakfast, guess I'm not that great of a cook" he frowned. The other boys must have smelled the same thing, because they too we're retreating from their bunks.

The tour bus was big, but it was still cramped. We each had our own bunk, except me, I shared with Wesley. There was a small kitchen area in the front of the bus, and it hardly ever got used. It was only my first night on the bus, but I was already annoyed by the late night shenanigans that kept me up so late.

The media was also having a field day. After what happened at the concert back home they had been craving a story about Wes and I, and now they had it. Wes had tweeted a picture of us on the bus and It had gone viral in minutes.

I wasn't sure if I liked all the attention I was getting from the media, and the fans. I wasn't even famous, but just being associated with the band left me unable to walk down the street without being stopped by at least ten people.

It was only seven in the morning, but we had to get an early start. The boys had an interview with at a radio station this morning at nine. I shook away the smoke coming from Wesley's breakfast attempt and walked back and closed myself in the bathroom to take a shower. I hopped in the shower and let the hot water relax my tensed muscles. I wasn't used to sleeping in a bunk, so I was quite sore from last night. After a while I shut off the hot water and wrapped myself in a towel. I went to the mirror and grabbed a razor. I sat on the counter and began to shave my legs. About that time the bus hit a large bump causing me to cut my leg. I screamed and stared at the large gash in my leg. Landon ran into the bathroom and I screamed again.

"What's wro-Oh my God your not wearing clothes." he screamed covering his eyes.

"GET OUT!" I yelled

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" he wailed, stumbling backwards out of the door.

I sighed to myself. Tour life was gonna be hard.

I cleaned my cut and put on a dress for today's events. I walked out of the bathroom and plopped down on the couch into Wesley's arms. Landon was sitting across from us, but he wouldn't look at me.

"What's wrong with Landon?" asked Seth.

"He walked in on Anna in bathroom!" laughed Carter, but Landon just blushed.

"What? what happened?"questioned Wesley

"I was in a towel and he accidentally walked in!" I protested.

"Sorry." whispered Landon "I didn't know."

"Oh Landon,It's ok!" I reassured him leaning over and rubbing his hand.

The rest of the boys got ready and when we got to the radio station I looked out the window and instantly froze.

"Oh.my.god." I gaped. There had to be a thousand people waiting outside, and we had to walk past them to get inside. A sudden streak of insecurity fell over me. Wesley must have noticed, he grabbed my waist from behind and whispered in my ear.

"You look hot, especially that giant razor cut." he giggled. I laughed and he took my hand. We got off the bus and we walked hand in hand through the crowd, the boys stopping to sign a few autographs along the way. A few people shouted things that id rather not repeat, but most greeted us with a smile. When we got inside Wesley turned to me and smiled,

"See, wasn't that bad was it?" I nodded. Wesley let go of my hand and went to greet the radio DJ. The boys sat down and began to talk with the DJ , going through the cliche questions over and over again. I stood by the door and watched admiringly. About halfway through the interview someone grabbed me by the arm and tried to pull me from the room.

"Sorry ma'am, no fans allowed inside." said the voice of the man pulling me. Wes must have seen the struggle because he immediately shot up from the interview chair and ran after us.

"Stop!" he yelled "That's my girlfriend! stop!" When he finally caught up with us he pulled me from the guard's grip. The guard look stunned, and when he realized what he had done he gave his apologies. Wes and I walked back to the interview room. He repeatedly asked if I was ok, and I repeatedly assured him I was.

We stopped at the door before walking in,

"Why are you so protective of me?" I asked him, as I had before.

He pulled me in and kissed my nose.

"Because I love you." We both smiled and we walked back into the room.

"Sooooo" the interviewer drawled, "your girlfriend?" he said directly at Wesley.

"Yeah, she's ok, I guess" he joked, smiling back at me. I stuck my tongue out at him then smiled back.

"So is she traveling with you?" he questioned.

"Yeah, yeah she is. It'll be nice to have someone who can actually cook. " Wes said.

Carter smiled at Landon,

"It's been very fun having her around." he said.

"Yeah, fun." Landon laughed sarcastically, and we all laughed with him.

Maybe tour life wasn't that bad. As long as you don't mind four teenage boys invading your privacy twenty-four-seven.