We Found Love

Chapter 4

Marshall's POV

Hours had past, and night began to fall upon us. Robyn and I spent the rest of the day talking about random stuff. It was nice because the conversations were always light and funny. Nothing ever required actual thought or emotion when it came to our conversations, and I liked it that way. I hate thinking, it makes me discover more things to hate about myself. I looked at Rihanna as she yawned deeply, placing her hand over her mouth.
"Someone's tired." I stated. It had to be around 2:00am. Which is a reasonable time to be tired. She looked over at me and nodded in agreement. Without a word she got up off the couch to get her suit case.
Robyn had made her way back to the couch after a few minutes.
"Marshall." Her voice sounded like a mixture between worried and pissed. I looked up at her as she stood beside the couch.
"What's wrong?" I asked kind of worried. I was sure nothing happened, nothing could of. We had been on here all day except for the occasional food breaks.
"My suit case, I think I left it at the restaurant this morning." She admitted crossing her arms.
"How could you forget a whole suit case?"
"I remember picking it up!" I could tell she was more pissed then worried now.
"Then why isn't it on the bus?" I cleared me throat regretfully. What I had just said came out sounding more dickish then I meant. I stared intently at her face, she seemed to be thinking hard about my question.
"Fuck, it must have been when that fan came in." She rolled her eyes remembering what happened.
"Fan?"
"Yeah this girl came in the restroom right as I was about to leave and asked for an autograph. I put my bag back floor and signed the CD for her." She plopped down harshly on the couch beside me. Her arms were still crossed; pouting.
"What all was in the bag?"
"Changes of clothes, hair brush, and toothpaste. Nothing real important, but I still wanted to change into some clean pajamas." I searched my brain for a solution to her problem. I don't know how I could fix it. It's not like I can tell the driver to turn around and go back, but I also can't let her sit in the same clothes for 2 more days.
After thinking hard about the situation at hand I finally got up off the couch and went to my suit case. I pulled out a pair of clean blue plaid boxers and a grey t-shirt. These were probably to big for her but it's all I had. I zipped the suit case back up, and grabbed the buddle of clothes I had got out for Rihanna.
"Here you can wear these." I said handing her the clothes. Rihanna looked at the clothes curiously. This was obviously a stupid idea but at least I tried. Id tell any other bitch to fuck off.
"Thanks Marshall." She picked up the clothes and started to walk towards the restroom placed at the back of the long bus.
"It's to small for you to change in there." I said before she opened the door. It's true, the restroom was so small a five year old couldn't change their clothes in there.
"Where else do you want me to change?"

"You can change out here, I won't look." I went over and slid into the table booth so my back was facing her.
"Close your eyes." She stated serious.
"They are already closed Ri."
"Put your hands over them." Man she was really serious about me not seeing her naked. I did as she said and moved my hands up to my eyes.
"Don't you think this is a bit excessive." I said huffing.
"Nope." I listened as the sound a clothes ruffled in my ear. I waited patiently for her to finish, not daring to move my hands away from my eyes.
"Alright done." She spoke in her classic island accident. I opened my eyes and turned around to see her dressed in my clothes. I gulped at the sight of her in my over sized t-shirt with no bra on. What was it about girls wearing your clothes that was such a turn on?
"Are you gonna change?" She asked breaking the awkward silence.
"Uh, yeah." I got up out of the table booth and reopened my suit case. I pulled out some long pajama bottoms and white tank top. Rihanna had placed herself at the table where I was originally sitting.
"your eyes closed?" I asked jokingly
"Yes, Marshall." She laughed moving her hands up to her eyes like I did. I quickly striped off my jeans and hoodie, and replaced it with soft pajamas. I picked my clothes up off the floor and threw them in the dirty clothes bin.
"Done." I said moving to the mini fridge to grab a red bull. It probably wasn't wise to drink this before bed but I really don't care. It's not like I have anything to do tomorrow. I grabbed one of the tall cans and opened it. I tilted my head letting the cold liquid fall into my mouth and down my throat.
"You gonna drink that now? It's like 2:00am." Rihanna said as she laid on the bottom bunk.
"Yeah. It's not like we have any plans for tomorrow." I said taking another swig.
"I guess your right, but don't wake me up when you get lonely at 5:00am." She said into a yawn as she rolled over onto her side.
"I'm not gonna wake you up, and I'm not gonna get lonely either." I stated turning on NFL network. I turned the volume all the way down, and turned the subtitles on so Robyn could sleep.