Beautiful Day

Chapter 18

Chapter 18

Chester's POV

          They had performed once and now they had a day to themselves. He didn't mind of course. It was fun hanging out with them. He smiled at Mike as he walked into their hotel room.

          "I'm going to go out and buy us some snacks for the ride ok? Hey, don't leave while I'm gone ok?" Mike asked. Chester nodded slightly.

          "Where would I go?" Chester asked with a small smile.

          "I'll see you soon ok?" Mike said as he kissed him lightly before he left. Chester gave him a wave before leaning back on the couch. He wondered what kind of crazy snacks Mike would buy for their car pool. And that's when he heard a knock on the door.

          "Chazzy! Open the door!" he heard Dave's voice ring out. Chester grinned as he headed towards the door and opened it. Dave, Brad, and Joe were all standing there with their shorts on.

          "What are you planning?" he asked as Dave grabbed his arm and pulled him out of the room.

          "We found a tennis court not far from here, let's go play!"

          "Mike doesn't want me to leave," Chester said but Dave rolled his eyes.

          "Who cares man! You deserve to have some fun! Now come on! Let's play!"

          "Alright fine!" Chester said but a grin was already spreading over his face. He loved these guys. They got in a car and drove down to the courts. He chased after the guys as they ran up to the court. Dave grinned before tossing one of the bright yellow tennis balls at him.

          "You go first," he said. He and Brad were playing against Joe and Dave. He had never played tennis in his life so he just hit the ball as best he could. They were terrible.

          "This was probably one of your worst ideas," Chester called to Dave who laughed as he hit the ball over the net. Chester returned it and then Joe hit it at Brad who wasn't paying attention and it hit him in the stomach. They all laughed and then got back to playing. Chester found that he actually wasn't too terrible at tennis.

          "This one's for you Chazzy!" Dave called as he hit the ball over the net at him. Chester laughed as he swung at it. He missed and then gasped as he felt pain explode in his face. He dropped his racquet and raised one hand to his face.

          "Chester's bleeding!" Brad called. He heard them hurrying over.

          "When is he not?" Dave replied and Chester laughed softly before taking the towel that Dave offered to him and holding it to his face.

          "You want to get back? Should we take him to the hospital?"

          "Yea, shit man," Brad said and Chester groaned slightly at the blood he felt dripping in his mouth. It'd gone all the way through.

          "He's going to need stitches," Dave said as he put his arm around Chester and they walked to the car, "Dammit Chester! You always get hurt on tour!"

          "I know...." Chester muttered into the towel, "Oh god what am I gonna tell Mike?"

          "Don't worry about that right now," Dave said.

          "I have to get to the emergency room so I can get my face stitched up. God he's going to get so mad. Chester what'd you do? I hit myself in the face with a tennis racquet. See Chester? This is what happens when you go out somewhere. I'm sorry Mike and blah blah blah," Chester said leaning against the window, "It's not even that bad."