This, is Touri Cowell.

THE END

The show was great, me and Bam rocked it, and gave those miserable husbands a break from their poorly dressed wives. Now I was sitting in the trailer that my uncle Slim had reserved for me and the boys the night they were staying there. I took a sip of the red smoothie Bam had given me and stared intently at Zayn. Should I kiss him? I'm sober. Why not? Maybe I'll be able to tell if I really like him. But... Hmm... Fuck it. I interrupted the story he was telling and kissed his soft lips. I pulled away and searched his eyes as he stuttered for words, not taking my eyes of him I asked Bam Bam,

“Bam... Do still have that one trailer?”

“Mmhm.” she murmured, “I'll come get you at 9 our boat leaves at 10.”

I nodded and picked Zayn up off of the couch and tuned the sounds of protests and questions. Liam shook his head and Harry let out a sigh. I opened the door and pulled on Zayn's arm,

“Where are we going?”

“When I was 12 me and Bam stole a trailer and hid it further back behind the campsite, it's all our own, nobody but us know about it.” I smiled mischievously and took him further to the trailer.

“Woogie.....” “Wooooooooooogie......” “Woogie!” Woogie's my nick-name, I don't know how, or why, it just is. And Bam was saying it so I had to reply,

“What?” I moaned muffled among the blankets and the warmth of Zayn's bare chest.

“Wake up, I'm leaving in thirty minutes for port.” She said as she lifted herself away from me and headed for the door, “Your boyfriend's pretty beautiful when he sleeps, you're lucky I'm not in that bed with him.” She winked before she closed the door. I yawned shuffled for the bag on the floor that my cousin had brought for me. I shimmied into the shower for a 5 minute shower, figuring I'd just wing it without make up and just put my hair up. I slid on a new pair of black boy shorts and my black Jack Wills sweatshirt while yanking on my acid wash skinnies. I giggled as Zayn silently admired my jeans,

“Morning.” I bent over to pick up my bag and shoved my things into it before zipping it up.

“Where are you going?” He watched me with worried eyes. I glanced at the time, 9:15, I've got some time. I approached him laying Queen sized bed,

“With Bam Bam... Remember?”

He pulled me off of the ground and into bed with him by the waist and pinned my on the bed,

“No... But that's okay, I understand.” he winked, not getting off of me.

“Yeah?” I smirked and closed the short distance between out lips, “How about now?”

He sighed and smirked back, “Yep, still okay.” I leaned into him, finally making him roll over onto his back,

“Now?”

“Nope, not okay.” He said breathlessly.

I giggled and picked up my bag and slid my glasses on. Today, I was too lazy to wear contacts. Zayn got up from the bed and rushed to the door before I could go.

“No joke Touri, you can't leave.”

“I have to babes.”

“You can wait a bit longer.” He whined.

I raised an eyebrow, “No. I need to go Lovie.”

“Fine.”

I ruffled his hair up a bit after I kissed him goodbye and opened the door to greet the freezing cold Staten Island morning. I twitched over to Bam Bam's red Mustang. Her perfectly tanned skin was waiting for me already. I chucked my bag into the seat next to me as we peeled out of the dirt parking lot. I applied my make up as she pulled into a Dunkin Donuts drive-through,

“How was it?”

“I'm not going to go into detail.. But .. It was great.”

She chuckled and pulled into window as the disgruntled lady handed us our coffees and the box of donuts. I sat in silence thinking about last night. Honsetly, I had a great time, and I won't go into detail, but I wasn't sure. He's sweet, beautiful, er.. handsome... whatever you want to call it, and he wasn't going to drop me when he got bored like the others. But what about me? Would I hurt him too? Would I get bored? Would I ever hurt him? I've done it to many. I've done it to Harry. I tend to push people away a lot. When someone shows me utter desperation, I lose interest. I push them away, maybe to avoid hurting them. Everywhere I go I end up hurting someone, someway, somehow. I snapped myself out of my thoughts and looked up at Bam Bam as I shoved a glazed donut down my throat and swallowed,

“What's today?”

“Ermm...” She paused to swallow her food, “The first of December.”

“Oh.” I mumbled and gulped down more coffee.

“Why?”

I ignored her and turned up the song that was playing on my CD.

Black bird singing in the dead of night...

Take these broken wings and learn to fly.

Bam Bam pulled into a booth, I was disguising as the ship's cook-hand while Bam Bam was handling the Llamas.

“Can I help you?” The short blonde creature behind the window smacked her gum.

“Uhh... Yeah. Crew members Victouri Castro and Bambi Cowles.”

Bam and I used aliases whenever we did a run. It was just how it worked, no one knew my real name but her. Bambi was really her name but nobody called her that unless they had a death wish. The lady shuffled through her papers and looked at us,

“Alright, go.” She smacked a button and the spikes in front of us disappeared.

I retrieved my black Nike bag from the back and got out of the car as Bam argued with the guy that needed to be watching the car. I trudged up the stairs and onto the boats deck and waited for Bam Bam. But she didn't come. Cautiously I went back up the steps,

“Bam!” I called.

“Woogie!” I rushed back to where she was. What happened?

I saw her wrestling with the tall man that I had approached in London for my boy's transportation problems.

“Bambi Castro, we have a warrant for you arrest.” He stated firmly.

“For what?!” I demanded loudly trying to pull her away from the man.

“Treason and fraud my friend.”

“Where's the evidence, Huh?!” I shoved a finger between his eyes.

“20 minutes ago Ms. Castro bought donuts with a rigged credit card, Castro we know what you're up to.”

I rolled my eyes, “No you don't. You think you do.”

He simply laughed and shook his head as he stuffed my friend into the car. Damn. I was kind of looking forward to this run. No worries, we uncle Slim was tight with the judge in our town, he could get Bam out before she could say guilty but that would mean that we couldn't do the run. Maaaaaaaaaan... Disgruntled I got back into the car and went back to the trailer park. I got out and threw the door to my Uncle's trailer open,

“Bam got arrested again, Slim.”

“Shit.” He got up and yanked on his pants on before heading out the door. I watched him leave and headed back to mine and Zayn's trailer, maybe he was still in there. As I crunched through the dirt I thought to myself again. Maybe I'll give him a chance. I could tell he was trying to play hard to get. But he failed last night. I'm done teasing him, I should just stop the game. And get with him, and be happy for once. What would happen if I just stopped... everything? The smoking? The drinking. All? I'll give it a shot.... I'll give him a shot. I'm going to start making my life a happier place for me. I'm going to stop making myself miserable.