ON HOLD - I'm Drowning In A Sea Of My Own Past (Johnnie Guilbert)

"Ready?"

"Dammit Chris, you need to quit making me bipolar, I don't know if I hate you or I love you," I say.

"Those are just hormones," he laughs.

"Im a sixteen year old werewolf, my hormones have practically disappeared," I say.

"So, I can still tell you're filled with lust," Chris comments.

"You're a smart ass," I say walking back to the front of the bus stopping by my bunk.

"Yeah, but a smart ass that you love," he chuckles.

"Fuck you," I flip him off.

"I would love to," he shoots me a cocky smile. I roll my eyes, "of course you would Chris." I walk to the front of the bus with my backpack.

"I'm gonna crash on his bus," I say.

"Why can't you stay?" Johnnie immediately asks.

"I want to pretty boy, but," I take a breath, "but the Alfas know where I am now and I'm stronger with a pack, Chris, not to mention he knows more of them that are on the tour and we can stick together to be stronger." I could see Johnnie was devastated.

"I'll see you everyday, I just can't risk you getting hurt, okay?"

"Yeah, I understand," he nods.

"Chris, I'll meet you outside," I look at him. He nods and walks out.

"I know it's hard to understand all of this, but I'm trying to keep you safe even if you don't see it, I am," I say to him.

He gets up and hugs me, after a few moments I hug him back.

"I love you," I hear Johnnie mumble.

"I love you too pretty boy," I smile as I walk of the bus.

"Ready?" Chris asks.

"I don't think I have much of a choice," I say. Chris leads me to a blacked out giant tour bus. On the inside is way bigger than it looks of the outside. Chris closes and locks the door once we step on. We go through a door that has a miniature party with about twenty-five people holding red solo cups.