Olive's POV
I fell asleep to the feel of warmth in my stomach but woke up to the sound of my phone ringing.
Drowsy and half asleep, I stumbled to pick up my phone and answer whoever was calling me at stupid o'clock in the morning.
I held my phone to my ear and yawned.
"Good morning?" I mumbled into my phone.
"Rise and shine Olliepop," A familiar voice cooed from the other end.
I smiled and sat up a lil straighter, rubbing my eyes.
"Billie?" I questioned, just to make sure.
"That's me mamas, now get up," She commanded jokily.
"What? what time even is it??" I asked, squinting at the clock.
"7 am," Billie said calmly.
"Excuse me?" I snapped, now more awake.
"Yup, I said the tour started Thursday but it actually starts today, my bad," She breathed guiltily.
"Are you kidding," I groaned and ran my fingers through my nest of hair, "but you said you guys would come pick me up at 8:30 anyway," I whined.
"I did say that, but I didn't know how long you'd take to get ready," Billie explained apologetically as she acknowledged my sleepiness.
"Fine...I'll be down in about half an hour," I mumbled, hanging up.
I flung my legs out of bed and stumbled to the bathroom to freshen up. I brushed my teeth, getting toothpaste everywhere, and threw my naturally wavy hair up into a messy ponytail. I usually straighten it because I think it looks better, but I just didn't have the energy to do that today.
Still pissed off at my early awakening, I rummaged through my closet to find something to wear. I changed into a random cropped t-shirt and sweatpants, nodding at myself in the mirror.
Without much thought, I shoved a collection of tops, pants, dresses, skirts and shoes into a small suitcase. I grabbed a bundle of underwear and socks, throwing them into the mix too. On my way out of my room, I picked up my makeup bag and essentials with a grunt.
Pulling my suitcase behind me, I grabbed an apple from the fruit bowl and left a note for Oscar before shoving my shoes on. I rubbed my eyes one last time, taking a look at my apartment for the last time in 2 months, and walked through the front door, slamming it behind me.
The journey from my apartment to the ground floor felt like a trek and I was beyond ready to collapse once I made it to the front doors.
That's when I spotted Billie, leaning up against the side of the tour bus, tapping her foot against the sidewalk. The second she saw me her face lit up and so did mine.
"About damn time," She grumbled as I got closer.
"Hey, getting ready this quick is a record for me, so shut the fuck up," I replied, smirking.
She chuckled, making her way up the steps leading into the bus, taking my suitcase and pushing it up for me.
As I was about to enter the bus doors, I heard a voice yelling my name.
