Christina's POV
“Well what Ben?” I asked impatiently.
“Well... Uh... Well Jess and I were... Well...” Did the man know any other words beside well?
“You didn't... In our bus?!” I stopped. “Oh no....”
“They did! They DID!” Brittany began screaming, sloshing her coffee around the bus.
“We couldn't help okay? It just happened!” Ben flung his hands in the air.
“You just couldn't keep your penis in your own pants?!” I screamed.
“Well technically it wasn't in her pants...” I watched as he suppressed a stupid smirk.
“I AM GOING TO KILL YOU BENJAMIN!” I threw my coffee to the ground and jumped at him.
“Gah!” He attempted to dodge, smacking his elbow off the counter.
“Did you wash the sheets? Did you leave anything in the bunk? Did you even consider the other people on the fucking bus?!” I screamed as i punched Ben, Brittany cheered me on from the couch.
“Holy fuck! What's going on here?” I didn't bother looking up but I knew Ian had heard the commotion.
“Get her off me! Get her the fuck off me!” I heard Ben plea.
Ian grabbed under my arms, avoiding my flying punches aimed for Ben.
“Okay, okay. Sit the fuck down! And you, sit next to her.” Ian pulled Ben up and sat him next to me. A thin stream of blood ran from his nose. “What the living hell happened?”
Neither of us spoke.
“Well?” Ian stamped his foot. “And Brittany, I don't care how the hell this happened, just clean the coffee off the... EVERYWHERE!”
“But-”
“Do it now!” Ian's face grew redder. “Okay now back to you two, Ben what happened?”
“Well Christina just got mad at me and decided to beat me up! Look at how innocent and tiny I am compared to this lady!” Ben huffed over dramatically.
“You calling me fat Benjamin? You lying bitch! Don't listen to him Ian!” I yelled as I pounded the table.
“I can tell you what really happened!” Brittany broke in softly. “And I cleaned up all your mess, and you said this tour would be fun and Kevin is being mean to me and you took my sword and Ian is yelling at me and Jess and Ben can't fuck quietly and I just want to go home!”
Ian sighed heavily looking at Ben and myself angrily. “I'll talk to you two later, pretend to be friends for now. Brittany, uh... Don't cry?”
“Want to go out for a bit Brittany?” I moved from the couch to the floor.
“Is HE going to be there with us?” She wiped the tears from her eyes as she glared at Ben.
“No, Ben will not be there. Just us okay?” I hugged her shoulders.
“Okay... Just let me get ready.”
“We'll be back later. Unless you want to join us?” I leaned into Ian's shoulder.
“Uh, sure. Let me just do my hair.” Ian shook his frizzy mess atop his head.
“Just throw a hat on, I want to be there for breakfast not lunch!” I yelled as I threw Ian an old baseball cap.
