Dirty Secret

Boy Talk

The door to the bus burst open, Caleb stepped in, carrying shopping bags of food, followed by Rufus with a box full of alcohol. "Take these, Nick, there's more in the car." Caleb said holding the bags out to Nikki. She took them and moved aside so Rufus could get to the kitchenette and sit down the box. He waited until Caleb was out of ear shot before turning on her, "What were you and Jake on about?" He said with a grin. She could tell he had been bursting at the seams to ask all evening. She giggled and started unloading food, "Jesus Ru, you're worse than a woman." Rufus grabbed her arm and pulled her over to him, "Come on, come on, come on, mate, tell me." He teased, wrapping his arms around her, "Did you tell him what a sexy beast he is, did he tell you he wanted to shag you against the bus?" She laughed, fighting to get away, "Shut up, Rufus!" But he didn't stop, he began blowing raspberries on her neck, making her scream, "Did ya kiss him, Jonesy, did you give him a little kissy-wissy?" She was in tears, "I hate you!" Rufus finally released her, "Seriously though. What'd ya think?" Nikki rubbed her neck, catching her breath, "Fuck if I know, weirdo, I just met him." He gave her another goofy look, "But you think he's cute!" He pointed at her and wagged his finger. She rolled her eyes, "Yeah, he's hot, ok?" Rufus clapped, "I knew it!" The door flew open again, "Rufus! A little help!" Caleb shouted, Rufus scrambled over to the door to grab more bags. Nikki walked to the back of the bus, past the boys bunks and opened the door to her tiny private room. She peaked out the blinds and could see different people from different bands, mingling about. It was tradition to meet up a day before takeoff for a night of grilling, drinking, playing, and partying. She spotted Jake setting a fire in a metal barrel with Josh. Damn, he really was hot. "He out there?" Rufus whispered from closely behind her, scaring the shit out of her. She jumped, "God dammit, Rufus!" She slapped his arm, "Ow! What?!" He whined, plopping down on her bed. "You not going out?" He asked, picking up a copy of Drum magazine and flipping through it. She looked back out the window and bit her lip, "I dunno. I think I need a little courage." Rufus looked up, "Liquid or smoke?" She went to her bedside drawer and opened it, taking out a metal box. "Smoke." She opened the box and took out a joint and a book of matches, she placed the joint between her lips and ripped out a match, striking it on the Saint Christopher medallion she wore around her neck, cupping the match in her hand, she lit the joint. She took a couple of long drags before passing it to Rufus. They passed the joint back and forth until the next hit burned her fingers and she dropped in into an empty Coke can. "Better, love?" Rufus asked, clearly buzzed. She stood up, "Much." She smelled the food from the grill, "Let's get some food." Rufus held his hands up and she took them, pulling him to his feet. He pushed the front of her fedora down over her face, playfully, "You look good, kid." He said in a gangster voice, "Let's go break some hearts."