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YMNKTBQ//Miw °One°

Watching the smoke from my cigarette wisp about in the air, I sat waiting on the stairs of my apartment complex.
I glanced down at the phone in my free hand and checked the time.

10:46 am.

With a groan, I flicked the ash off my cigarette before placing it back in my mouth so both my hands could be free. Shifting to my side, I double checked the black duffel bag filled with the necessities I would need for the next 7 months.
As my hands dug through, a horn sounded fairly close and I looked up to see a huge black bus stopping in front of the complex.

Quickly, I pulled out the jacket I was looking for and zipped up my bag. After tossing the duffel bag and two backpacks over my shoulders, I dropped my cancer stick to the ground and snuffed it out. It annoyed the fuck out of me when people would leave lit cigarette on the ground. Hello, world? Can we not burn shit down because our stupidity. Shaking my head from the tired thought, I watched as the bus door opened up.

Almost in an instant, I recognized the person exiting. Devin got off of the bus and I smiled. Waving, I met him half way as he grinned back.

"Hey," he said as we embraced.

"Hey," I yawned back.

He raised a perfectly drawn eyebrow before chuckling. Blinking, I narrowed my eyes.
"What?" I asked impatiently.

"It's, like, 11 in the morning. Why are you yawning?"

I glared up at the sun.
"Because it's 11 am and not 2 pm when I usually wake up."

Ghost rolled his eyes and snorted. "Lets go, little dancer. We still need to pick up the rest and then you can go back to your death sleep."

"Hell, yeah! Let's go get 'em then."
I practically ran to the bus.

As I basically all but tripped into the bus, I heard a laugh and turned to see a guy with brown hair mostly shaved except for what he had slicked back in the middle.
Devin got on behind me and gestured to the side.

"Ash, this is Ryan, one of our guitarists. Ryan, this is Amren, our fill in stage dancer." He explained.

"Ooooh." Ryan and I both said at the same time as Ryan stuck out his hand.

"It's nice to meet you. And thanks for filling in so suddenly. I was pretty for sure the guys were one second away from putting me in some booty shorts and a spiky bra and forcing me to be the dancer." He joked.

I chuckled. "Now that would be a sight to see. You know what? I like you. I think we'll get along perfectly fine for the next 6 months."

Devin came over and bumped my shoulder with his.
"You say that now. I'll be surprised if, at least, one of us walks out with our balls still attached in the end."

Ryan cackled as I glared at Ghost. "Like you have any."

Devin frowned dramatically.
"Bitch," he jokingly huffed.

I shook my head and raised the hand that held my duffel. "So where should I put my stuff?" I asked.

"The bunks are in the back. So just go head and choose one. I've already got mine since I was the first on. Devin has his already. So pick whichever one you want, it doesn't matter." Ryan answered.
I raised an eyebrow.

"I thought I would be on a different bus with the people who help you set up and stuff?" I questioned. Wasn't that usually what happened?

"Yeah, the usual dancers would but since you're new, Ghost and the rest of us thought it would be better for you to bunk with us since you and Ghost are best friends." Ryan explained as Devin put his stuff away.

Nodding, I gave a brief 'thanks' and walked to the back. Almost instantly, I found the bunk I wanted and claimed it.

"DIBS!" I shouted as I climbed into it.
Chuckles came from the front as Ryan and Ghost came to see which bunk I claimed as my own.

"OoOoOh. Chris gonna be pissed. That's usually where he chooses." Ryan grinned.

"Whelp. Chris can suck my non-existent dick and get over. This is mine. Now go away. I wanna nap before I meet the others. Unless you wanna see a pissed off version of my self."

Devin poked his head around the corner. "I suggest you let her sleep, dude. You think Chris is a pissy person when sleep deprived? All hell breaks loose when it happens to her, hence why my balls are apparently not attached anymore."

Ryan smiled slightly and shook his head. "Alright. Have a nice rest, Ash. Don't be surprise if Chris wakes you up to talk you out of the bunk."

I huffed. "Then he will be the first person to get their dick cut off."

Ryan snorted and left.

Humming slightly, I got out of the bunk and pulled out my covers from one of my two duffels. I took the black fuzzy blanket out and silk sheets and fixed them onto the mattress of my bunk.

The bunk I had chosen was the very last one in the back, up against the corner. It was also a top bunk because even though I was short as fuck, I had always liked sleeping up high and jumping. It was a weird comfort.
It took me a couple of minutes but once I had everything made up properly and put into place, I climbed into the bed and slid under the covers.
Sleep hit me almost instantly.