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Wilting Rose//r.h °Two°

Alaska

"Alright, everybody. Up! We got things to do. A lot of things. So get the fuck uuuuuuuup."

I groaned at the sound of Violet's voice first thing in the morning. Pulling the body in my arms closer, I nuzzled into their neck as they chuckled.

"Babe, you need to get up," Breena told me. I grumbled and pulled her closer, squeezing my eyes shut.

"Five more minutes."

She laughed and wiggled out of my grasp, causing me to whine in annoyance as I tossed an arm over my eyes. "Noo."

"Yes." Peeking open an eye, I saw Breena standing before me with her hands on her hips, her sleep shorts riding low. Behind her, Violet was grabbing Jordan's ankle to pull him out of the bunk. A flash of dark green hair blurred my vision before a thud sounded, followed by a string of curses.

"Do I have to?" I mumbled into the pillow. I had only been asleep for a few hours, and knowing my luck, the moment I fell into a deep sleep would be the moment that someone would wake me up.

"Yes. Now get up before I get the pans."

Groaning, I dragged myself out of the bunk, glaring at Bre.

"Get ready. Get dressed. Do whatever but you have an interview with Bryan Stars in an hour so I suggest you hurry," Violet told everyone.

Fuck. I just wanted to sleep, dammit.

***

After I finished straightening my platinum hair, I adjusted my Life Is Dumb And I Want To Sleep white t-shirt over the black ripped skinny jeans I wore after hooking my chain belt around my waist. Quickly, I took my eye liner pencil since Kyler' dumb ass used up the last of my liquid eyeliner and carefully lined my eyes. Once I was done, I did a little bit of black eyeshadow, making my 'raccoon eyes' as the others called it and put in the small black plugs in my slightly stretched ears when I was finished. Lacing up my knee high converse, I took on last look in the mirror and deemed myself presentable.

"Everybody ready?" I asked, clasping a plain black, thin choker around my neck as I walked into the front of the bus.

The boys all glanced at me and stood up, the girls already gone to set up the merch tent.
"Yep, you?" Kyler directed towards me. I snatched my beanie off of the countertop and tugged it on.

"As ready as I can be." Sighing, I dropped my hands by my sides and took a deep breath before pointing straightforward. "Onwards, you noble peasants."

Jordan snorted. "Fine, but if Bryan asks what my stripper name is, I'm saying Mr. Luscious."

I shrugged as we walked off the bus and into the hot sun. "Whatever. Mine's Rainbow."

They all stopped and looked at me.
"Why, I might ask?" Kyler questioned.

"Because everybody wants to taste the rainbow."

The boys rolled their eyes.

****At the interview****

"So guys, if you were a stripper, what would your stripper name be?" Bryan smirked, holding the mic towards us.
Kyler took it first, the chain bracelets clinking on his wrist.

"Mine would be Danger because this body comes with a warning label. Beware, girls." He winked seductively at the camera. I cocked an eyebrow and leaned over Jordan.
"I don't get it."

Jordan shook his head as he took the mic next. "My stripper name would be Mr. Luscious." Bryan busted out in laughter.

"And why would that be?" He got out between laughs. Jordan looked at him as if Bryan was stupid.

"Well look at this luscious body," Jordan ran his hands down his sides. "Who wouldn't want a piece of this."

Eli quickly snatched the mic away. "Anywaaaays. My name would be Rainbow." My jaw dropped. That little fucker. "Because I'm gay and everybody wants to taste the rainbow." He handed me the mic with a diabolical smirk.

"Bitch! That was mine, you cunt." I playfully shoved his shoulder as Bryan grinned. "Hmm. Since asshole here, stole my idea, mine would be Pu$$y with two dollar signs as the 's's. I snatched that from my friend Madds, except that's her would be rap name," I snickered.
(A/n: true story. My friend once asked what her rapper name would be and someone said Pussy. And I said Pu$$y with two dollar signs and it stuck. XDDD So now we have Pu$$y, Big Titty Goth, Big Gay, oh and of course the confused lesbian of the group, Glitter Pussy. Mine's Die Young, lol.)

Handing the mic back to Bryan, he switched his cards around to find the next question.

"According to the people, all the fans want to know... are Ice and Kyler really dating?" I choked on the sip of water I took. Wide eyed, I looked at Kyler who was staring at me with the same horrific expression.

Raising my hand in the air, I scooted to the end of the couch and grabbed the mic.
"I would just like to say that I like vagina currently and dicks are gross." I handed the mic back to Bryan who was beet red in the face from laughter.
Jordan hit my shoulder.

"What the fuck? You're bisexual, though?" He questioned.
I paused and thought for a moment before looking dead straight at Bryan again.

"Correction," I said seriously, pointing to Kyler. "Your dick is gross." I nodded and leaned back, spreading my arms across the back of the couch as the guys laughed. "But no. To answer your question, Bryan, Kyler and I are not dating. I'm actually in a great relationship with Wilting Rose's merch girl Breena, y'know, the one with blond and black hair. 2 years strong."

Jordan shot up. "I'm single, though!"

Shaking my head at him, I cocked an eyebrow towards the camera.
"And that, children, is how you catch STD's."

20 minutes later*

"Alright, everyone. I think that's a wrap. You guys were great," Bryan smiled as he hugged/bro hugged us all good bye.

"Yeah, that was great. Let us know if you ever want to do another interview again," Kyler said. Glancing down at my phone, I saw that I had a few texts from Breena and Violet asking if I could bring some food over to the tent.

"Hey, guys. I gotta go, but it was nice meeting you Bryan!" I waved and left, not bothering to wait on the boys as I knew they would be busy talking. With my phone in my hand, I sent a quick text to the Breena, asking what they wanted.

"Oh sh-" Looking up, I ran straight into a chest of black and fell to the ground with the person on top of me. I grunted as the person got off and helped me up.

"Shit, I'm sorry," they said. I brushed off my clothes and picked my phone off of the ground. No cracks. Thank god.

"Don't worry about it." Pulling off my beanie, I brushed the hair back from my face and saw a thin, black haired guy with enchanting, bright blue eyes. "Accidents happen. I should had been watching where I was going anyways."

He shook his head. "So should had I. But, anyways. You good?"

I nodded. "Yeah. You?"

He nodded too. "Yeah."

Glancing back down at my phone, I saw a new text that said chicken wings. Of course, chicken wings were the only thing anybody on our tour bus ate just about.

"I gotta go," I said, putting my beanie back on. "See you around." Considering he had a Warped lanyard around his neck, I guessed he was a part of either a crew or a band. Not bothering to hear his answer, I started walking and didn't look back.