If it was possible to morph and become part of my bunk mattress, I would have by now. Months, I had been away from home for months…jumping/running around in the summer heat for hours and then drinking/partying after until the wee hours of the morning. Needless to say the strenuous Warped Tour lifestyle was finally catching up to me.
“Y/N!”
A voice coming down the hall that sat between the bunks on the bus shook me from my slight pathetic slumber. I exhaled heavily and put a hand over my eyes preparing for whoever it was to rip my curtain open, exposing me to the outside light. Within seconds I heard the curtain tearing back and a pair of hands began shaking me violently. I instinctively threw my hand at whoever was attacking me, the back of it colliding with hot skin.
“Jesus Christ!”
My eyes flew open when I realized who I had hit, and without even thinking I sat up quickly…my head meeting with the top of the bunk.
“Mother fucker.” I groaned rubbing the top of my skull that was still vibrating from all of the fuss that happened within the matter of seconds.
When I finally cracked my eyes open again I saw the person I had hit standing there with an awestruck expression, a hand rubbing the part of his face that I had struck.
“Oh Telle.” I cried, scooting out of the bunk. “I’m so sorry!”
Telle, well Tyler…was in a band that was on the same tour as the one I was apart of. When Warped first started I remember being too intimidated to even think about talking to him (his band was a bit more well known) which to him made it seem like I thought I was better then everyone else. We were all at a end of the night party one night, and I remember catching him making fun of me to another band mate, pretending to beg me to let him pull the huge pole out of my ass. I had confronted him drunkenly and by the end of the conversation we were laughing and he was running around with me on his back. Our groups had become super close instantly, and I think a lot of the bands hated that we were all constantly together, isolating ourselves from them. We all just kind of clicked better, especially since we were all from the same area.
“You definitely don’t hit like a girl.” Telle joked as I absentmindedly stroked his red cheek bone.
Realizing that I was basically caressing his face, we both flinched and I took my hand away quicker then when I had slapped him. I nervously played with a stray string that hung from the bottom of my shirt as my face started to burn.
“So uh…the boys are all going out tonight.” Telle finally said breaking the tension.
Although I shouldn’t be upset about it, when he mentioned that they were all going out I looked up at him instantly…my face covered with obvious despair. He rubbed at the back of his neck…his eyebrows furrowing.
“I was gonna see if you wanted to just uh, hang out on the bus with me?”
My stomach dropped and I attempted to not let the sudden excitement show. To everyone else it was obvious that I had feelings for Telle, but thinking it would effect the tour of a lifetime I decided not to say anything and just suffer silently whenever I’d see him sneaking around with different girls at night.
“Y/N?”
I jolted at the sound of his voice and hadn’t realized that I had zoned out without giving him an answer. A small, forced grin pulled up at my lips and I nodded.
“Yeah that would be great.” I said quietly, my insides throbbing. “Lets do it.”
Telle’s face beamed happily as he told me to head over around 8. I remained in the hallway even after he was far gone, too stunned to even move. Yeah Telle and I were super close, but it was never just us alone…for more then like 5 minutes at least. We were just two friends hanging out alone…just friends.
