The Staircases // 5SOS

Chapter 25

Bristol's P.O.V.

Marj walks out of the house looking pissed right off. She gets to the car, opens the door, climbs in, and slams it shut.

"Everything ok?" I ask.

"Why do you like Ashton?" Marj turns to Kat abruptly, completely ignoring my question.

"Uh what?" Kat says getting serious quickly, smile fading. I'm still parked in the driveway and I've got my body turned around too, waiting to see what's happening.

"He seems like a jerk" Marj states and turns to face forward.

"You don't know him Marj" Kat explains getting a little irritated.

"I know I don't, but I get that vibe from him. Just be careful please?" Marj recommends looking out the window.

"I will" Kat assures her. "Thank you" she adds in a whisper touching Marj's shoulder.

We may not all agree all the time, but we still care about each other and love each other no matter what we all choose.

I hit the brake and put the car in reverse and begin to back out of the driveway.

We drive through the subdivision in silence until I break it.

"So guysssss" I say holding out the s. I'm afraid no one will listen. Marj doesn't seem in the mood, and after the party I don't think Raya or Kat will even care or comprehend what I say. But I give it a go.

"Uh we still need a bassist and a drummer...and we have a gig not next weekend, but the one after" I explain but it seems to fall on deaf ears cause all I hear is more silence.

"Anyone?" I plead.

"Bristol" Kat mumbles. I look in the review mirror and see her eyes are half closed and she's covering her mouth. I immediately pull over. No one is getting sick in my car.

Before I even fully stop she has the door open and is getting sick outside the door. The rest of us wait with the disgusting noise of vomit.

When Kat gets herself back in she just lays back against the seat and falls asleep instantaneously.

"I'm sorry Bristol I'm not in the mood for band stuff" I hear Marj say as she continues looking out the window.

I sigh and keep my eyes on the road. I think about not saying something but I feel like I need to for once.

"This is why this band is going nowhere" I say loud enough for the two in the back to hear before I turn on the radio so I have the last word.

*one hour later*

After dropping off all the girls I make it home and I turn off the headlights before pulling in my driveway. My stomach was all twisted because I had a feeling I was going to be caught. I felt certain that when I climbed through my window my parents would be waiting and asking where I've been. I was not prepared for that at all.

I park and turn off the ignition then head around my house to where my window is. I left it a tad open so I could get back in and the lights are still off.

That's a good sign no one has been in here.

I open the window as silently as I can and slip through it.

Almost like a bolt of lightning has hit me, I put on my pajamas real quick and hop into bed. I lay under the covers and listen for any noises, like feet coming down the stairs to check on me, but I hear nothing except the small murmur of the furnace.

Did I just leave for half the night and not get caught? I ask myself.

I think I did.

It was easier than I had anticipated, but I don't feel as guilty as I thought I would. Maybe it's the new attitude I'm trying to accomplish.