Girls Vine Too.

4

*Bambi POV*

Today was the first show and Jambi has finally died down.

The first show was in Tampa, Florida, so it's probably going to be warm.

I grabbed a pair of black shorts, a white t-shirt with the words In Vogue, We Trust written in black. I slipped on my black vans, straightened my hair, applied my typical nude make up and walked out of the cramped bathroom.

"About time." Sammy groaned.

"Shut it." I snapped at him.

"Damn, are you on your period?" He snickered.

"No, you're annoying as fuck. Now, shut the fuck up, get into the bathroom and get your shit done." I said sternly.

Sam slid past me with a roll of his eyes and a grunt.

I rolled my eyes back and him and walked away.

I walked into the 'living room' where the other three boys were and saw Gilinsky standing shirtless and in his skin tight boxers, his back facing me. Johnson was standing in front of him and smirked at me.

I put my hands out as if I was going to grab his ass and ran forward.

"I've claimed Jack Juhlinsky's booty!" I screamed out to the whole bus, pronouncing Gilinsky with a 'Juh' at the beginning to piss him off.

He screamed like a girl.

I let out a loud laugh.

"Jesus, Bambi! Don't do that shit!" He began to laugh.

"Hey, you're the one walking around the bus half-naked." I retorted with a grin.

He just laughed and walked into the back room, probably to change without me grabbing his butt again.

"Psst, Bambi." Johnson whispered, "I got a picture of you squeezing his ass." Johnson finished.

"You're shitting me." I whispered back.

"Nah bro, we should pri-" he was cut off by Sammy walking in,

"What are you two up to...?" Sam asked skeptically.

"That's confidential." I said stubbornly.

"Oh, is it now?" He questioned with a smirk.

"Yeah, it's a secret." Johnson piped up.

"Do I want to know?" Skate asked, walking up behind Sammy with a completely dressed Jack in tow.

"Nope." Johnson and I said in sync.

I put on my Japanese Cherry blossom perfume and walked out the door.

"To the venue, peasants!" I screamed, charging forward.

After moving about three feet I dropped and began to heavily breathe.

"That's like the most I've ran since I was like ten." I breathed out, all the guys looking at me and trying to hard their laughs.

Johnson helped me up and I leapt onto Skate's back.

"Carry me, you bitch." I grinned.

"Yes, master." Skate replied mockingly.

"Why do you have to be on Skate's back?" Gilinsky asked.

"I've already had piggy backs from Johnson and you." I laughed.

"Then what about Sammy?" Johnson questioned.

I gasped, "He'd probably molest me." I whispered.

"Me? Molest you?" He scoffed.

"Yeah, because, let's face it, I'm pretty fuckin hot." I grinned.

"Yeah, in your dreams." Sam scoffed again.

"My dreams are reality, if you haven't noticed." I fired back.

"Okay, kids. Shut up. We're here." Mama Johnson said.

"Yes ma'am, mama Johnson." I said with an innocent smile.

I hopped of Skate's back and saw Emily sitting on the curb with everyone else.

"Em!" I squealed as I bolted over to her.

"Okay, wow, did you just run?" Emily said with wide eyes.

I ignored her question and just clung to her.

"It's been so long!" I exaggerated.

"Bambi, I literally FaceTimed you for three and a half hours this morning." Emily said laughing.

"Five minutes till you guys go on." One of the stage managers said, "Bambi and Emily first."

"Yaaaaaaaas." I dragged out, jumping up and down as everyone stared at me.

"Are you ever not hyper?" Andrea asked.

"No." Johnson answered for me.

While on stage, Emily and I performed two songs. I rapped to Wacka Flocka, No hands and afterward Emily sung Mrs. All-American by 5 Seconds of Summer.

About two hours later, the crew and I all piled into our buses and took naps.

Around seven p.m. we were woken up with a phone call from Emily, saying everyone was going out for food.

The boys and I got dressed to meet everyone else outside and goto McDonald's.