I stared at Ben from across the tiny table on the tour bus. He glanced up from his BLT and shot me a confused look, I just continued to glare at him. Those eyebrows, those stupid, cartoon-like, slanted eyebrows, what the hell was wrong with them? Didn't Ben notice his eyebrows were weird? I'd notice if my eyebrows were that weird.
"Okay, seriously, what is the issue?" Ben asked, placing his sandwich down on the plate.
"If you must know the issue is your eyebrows." I stated simply.
"My eyebrows?" He raised one cartoony eyebrow at me.
"Yes!" I responded, smacking the table. "They're not normal!"
"What do you mean? They're fucking eyebrows." He said, confused.
"You look like a goddamn cartoon character with your slanted eyebrows." I told him, glancing at the BLT on the plate. "And I thought you said meat grossed you out and you were going to quit eating it again."
"Does it really-- Hey!" Ben glared at me as I pitched his sandwich into the garbage. "Why'd you do that?"
"Because Ben, your eating habits are so unhealthy." I stated. "Like seriously, look at all this alcohol!"
I began to clear the alcohol off the shelf putting all the bottles into a bag. Ben looked horrified and shocked as I did this, clearly unable to comprehend what was happening. I then opened the fridge and removed all the meat, any trace of it I could find was put into the bag with the bottles of alcohol.
"Time to be healthy!" I exclaimed, as Ben crumpled into his seat.
Suddenly, the tour bus's door was thrown open, Christina stood there fuming. "What are you doing on Billy Talent's bus? You were supposed to be at my merch table!"
"I told you, today is my day off, the day I ruin Benjamin's life." I smiled at her wickedly.
"Brittany, seriously." She didn't look too impressed.
"Hi, Christina!" Ben said, drawing attention to himself.
"Hello, Ben." Christina smiled at him, waving.
"Oh, sure, you're nice to Ben." I mumbled.
"What was that?" Christina shot my way.
"I said you look lovely today Christina, now go away!"
"What is going on in here?" Jon asked, entering the room and eying the bag full of meat and alcohol. '
"Did anybody hear that? I thought something useless was talking." I giggled to myself.
"Brittany!" Christina yelled. "You can't say things like that!"
"But bass players are useless!" I whined. "Plus, you say it all the time, is it okay when it's behind his back?"
"Get. Back. To. Our. Bus." Christina said through clenched teeth.
"NO!" I shouted, running towards the back of the bus where Aaaron was napping. "Aaron help!"
Aaron looked up at me, groggiy, he was just waking up. Aww. What a cute little-ouch. Christina grabbed the back of my pony tail, yanking slightly.
"Get on our bus!" She yelled, pulling me back towards the door.
"HEEEELLLLLLPPPPPP!" I yelled at Aaron, who looked quite shocked and awake now.
Christina took me back to our bus, where she lectured me for awhile about how I can't destroy Ben's life. But I didn't really listen to her. No one would stop me from ruining Ben's life. If Christina didn't want me to ruin Ben's life she shouldn't have asked me to sell their merch on their tour with Billy Talent. If Kevin had done his job right, I wouldn't be here. So, it's all her fault, and Kevin's... let's not forget Kevin.
