Not Thinkin' Bout You

Chapter 49

PREVIOUSLY: "Yes, you can go. Just... do it legally this time, please," she replied. Ellody blushed a deep red, feeling ashamed for what happened at the last concert.

"Thanks, mum," she said, rushing up the stairs. 

ZACH'S POV:

Screams woke him, and Zach hit his head on the above bunk.

"Ouch," he mumbled, lying back down and rubbing his forehead. He waited for more screams, but there was nothing.

"Sorry, Zach. Daniel poked his head out of the bus door, and we forgot to shut it," Jack said quickly. Zach sighed, rolling out of his bunk and landing loudly on the floor of the bus.

"Are there already girls out there? I'm just trying to take my pre-show nap, they're not usually here already," Zach frowned, referencing the crowd of fans that would wait by the fence before every show.

"Yeah, the Denver girls are early-birds for some reason," Jack shrugged.

"Unreal, isn't it? This is what we do," Zach smiled. Jack nodded as the door was thrown open, and Corbyn and Daniel launched themselves inside before slamming the door. Both were laughing and panting, grins plastered on their faces.

"You guys are mean, teasing the limelights," Zach joked, sticking his tongue out at the group before walking into the living area, diving onto a couch.

"Absolutely awful. The worst men in the world. Wanted for tens of millions," Corbyn added, snickering as he and Jack sat next to Zach.

"You're ridiculous, Corbyn," Jonah called, appearing in the small hallway as Daniel dived on top of the guys on the couch.

"Ouch, Daniel!" Jack yelled, rubbing his elbow. Jonah rolled his eyes and grinned, turning back around and walking back to wherever he came from.

"What did you do to your elbow?" Zach asked, watching Jack carefully.

"When Daniel jumped on us, I smacked it on the wall," he groaned, rubbing it vigorously.

"Nice one," Corbyn joked, receiving a slap across the face from Daniel as he tried to sit up.

"Oops, sorry," Daniel laughed. Zach rolled his eyes at the chaos of the group, wondering how none of them had been seriously injured by now.

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ELLODY'S POV:

"OK, I'm debating with either these boots or these Converse," Sienna said, holding up her two shoe options.

"The boots, if you're still planning on wearing that skirt," Christina replied. Ellody watched their exchange in disbelief, wondering how Sienna was planning to deal with sore feet from those boots all night.

"Should I braid my hair or keep it down?" Ellody wondered aloud, staring at her reflection in the mirror.

"Keep it down, I'll curl it. Nothing special, just to give it some volume," Sienna decided. Tate nodded, snapping shut her eyeshadow pallet. Ellody sighed, pulling on her shoes and wondering how her hair was going to survive the curling iron in Sienna's hands.

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"I think I'm finally ready. Can someone take a photo for my Instagram please?" Ellody asked, smiling at Christina, who rolled her eyes and agreed.

"This social media stuff can be so annoying, wow," Christina said, making Ellody laugh as she took the photos. "Hey, that looks good. Natural laughter always wins in photos over forced ones," she added.

"Well, you're the social media star," Ellody shrugged, taking her phone back and flicking through the photos to find the best one to post.

"Yet I don't have the little blue tick to enforce the idea," she frowned.