Stay With Me

Fourteen

You know, being with touring boys all the time is fun. I mean, they know a lot of things about life, experiences, and they do know how to have fun. Every destination they learn something from somebody. And honestly, having them as friends made me feel so lucky. Okay, maybe not until they start bugging you in the middle of the night, when you're suppose to be on dreamland, kissing your boyfriend or something. I fished my phone from the bedside table and answered it without looking at the screen.

"It's 3 am what can I do for you?" I answered the phone, my voice was dry from sleep. It's been a long day, Garrett and I spend it at the supermarket, shopping for food, and other house supply, he was so bored he kept on putting useless stuffs. Hence the day in the supermarket.

"How about partteeeeyyyyy!!!" John's voice boomed on my phone's speaker as I groaned, Vader pushing my feet with his nose. I look at her and smiled, she's still sleeping, I envy her.

"John, it's 3 am. We'll see each other in sunday anyways..." I replied, yawning, making myself comfortable in my bed.

"Oh yeah, and on the day after! We have this sweet sixteen party to attend and all, but we don't expect booze there so after party in mah house" where his energy is coming from? I don't know. I managed to close my eyes and relaxed on my bed.

"Is Jared awake?"

"Why would he be? Again, it's 3 am" I replied, sounding annoyed. John cackled in the other line, as I heard Pat's drunk voice in the background.

"Where are you guys?" I asked, curious. first, they're calling me in the middle of the night, second why he's wide awake, third, why Pat's wasted.

"Uhm some bar downtown...." He said, as I heard him talking to someone in the other line.

"Is Gary with you?" I asked, yawning, as I burried my face on my pillow. There was a loud noise in the background, like drunken people.

"Uh yeah, that's the thing... We uhm we're stranded and I'm the only one who's sober..." He said, voice slow. I rolled to my side of the bed and faceslap my face.

"What do you mean you're stranded?" I asked, sitting up now.

"Well, tons of fans came and uhm we can't really go out uhm and like I said, they're all wasted and...can you just wake up Jared?" He asked, shouting to someone in the receiver. I rubbed my temple with my thumb and chuckled without humor. I don't want to wake up Jared, I want to go there myself.

"Text me your location, don't do anything stupid, I'll be there in a jiffy." I said

"Faster, I think Pat might drink from the toilet!" He shouted hanging up.

I went up to my closet to wear a tank top, a sweatshirt, some pants and my vans as I went out of the living room to get the keys to Jared's car. I headed straight to downtown as soon as I received his text. My mind wandering about how should I be sleeping and why I'm doing this. After 20 minutes of driving, I arrived in some upbeat bar, as expected the boy's white van was surrounded by fans, writing on it, taking a picture and just waiting. I carelessly parked next to it. Earning a couple of glares and a hi. Seriously, why are these girls here, it's 3 am, they should be enjoying the most beautiful art of sleeping. Which, thanks to my boys I clearly lack. I walk in the bar, and instantly the foul smell of smoke, alcohol, puke, sweat and piss hit my nose. I went straight to the mens room to find John, Pat, Garrett, Kennedy, their friend Stephen, Trey, and some strangers that were pissing looking at me. The strangers might as well kill me with the stares while John got up to hug me.

"Thank you." He said leading me to the others, they were all almost passed out. I went to Garrett to give him a kiss on th cheeks and he gave me a smirk.