I'm Sorry- A Slipknot Story

Chapter 6

"Makes sense. Now, I got your deodorant, makeup and hairties. Anything else," she asks, me shaking my head.

"Time for the clothes," I say, putting everything she got in the bag.

I open the shirts drawer and pick out about 30 shirts and 1 nice sweater in case I get in an interview. Meanwhile, Claire's picking out 30 pairs of pants and putting them in, the both of us agreeing on mostly leggings and a few jeans for fancier times. I pick out 34 pairs of socks that are all miss-matched since I don't care, and a new pair of shoes identical to the ones I wear.

"Are those new," Claire asks, me nodding.

"Arron said I had to wear the shoes I wear now forever, but I went and bought two pairs of the same shoes, so I'm taking one with in case they fall apart in the year that I'm gone," I say, her smiling.

"Well, we have everything, right? Or do you need more things," she asks, me thinking.

"Well, I do have to take along some pain meds for my wrist, but I'm not going to. I'm also taking a silver sharpie along and a black sharpie along," I say, putting those two in my pocket.

"Can I sign it," she asks, me giving her a gold one.

"Cool, a gold one," she says, signing it and giving it back. 

I set it on the dresser and close it, securing it with the grommets and loop. I put it on my back and walk out with Claire to set my bag by the door, coming back up with a few boxes for Arron's donations. We set the boxes in Arron's room and start packing everything away; his clothes, his shoes, his dirty mags, everything.

---time skip---

"Done for Arron's room," I say, moving the other smaller box to my room. I get everything off of the bed and put it in the other box, Claire taping it up and pushing it down the stairs.

"That felt good," she says, me putting all of the plushies in the box, leaving the jewelry to be pawned and going downstairs to our photo albums.

"Can I take a look before you burn them," Claire asks, me handing her two packed albums. 

Arron and I used to go on so many trips, then, it stopped when he found out I couldn't have kids. She opens them and looks through them, smiling at the last one. It was a picture of us going to Wisconsin for Christmas and we got snowed in for a week. She hands them back and I put them in the box, closing it and putting it by the door, hearing someone knock. I open it and all nine boys are there, waiting for me to get my stuff and get on one of the tour buses.

"Bye Claire, don't break anything while I'm gone," I say, hugging her and walking out to the tour bus I'm on. 

There are two buses; one with 5 guys and one with 4 guys. I got on the one with 4. The driver closes the door after me and starts driving, the other bus following. I walk to the beds and see three beds a set, two sets of three beds in the back. 

The two sets had more camper beds with regular blankets on it and one pillow for each bed, the guys putting their bags on their beds. I put my bag on the bottom left bed, Joey one above me, Corey next to me, Shawn one above Corey and Sid on top of the right beds.

"Where are we going first," I ask, everyone sitting in their beds, Sid climbing up to his and Joey jumping to grab the top of his.

"Kansas. It's going to take about 4 hours to get there, so we might a well play a game of something to pass the time," Corey says, all of them wanting to the flip-a-coin game.

"Wanna play," Shawn asks, me shaking my head.

"Not today," I say, already knowing that tails is going to win the majority.

Corey goes first and is up against Shawn, Corey picking heads. It lands on tails and Corey gets punched above the ear, Shawn staying in while Corey sits with me to watch. Joey picks tails and it lands on tails, Shawn getting an uppercut to the jaw since he's the shortest of us all. Shawn sits with me and Joey goes against Sid, the winner being Joey. Sid leans down so Joey can punch him and he does, right above the ear as well.

"Ha, I win," Joey says, him raising his arms in the air in victory.

"Now can we play an actual game," I ask, getting out a deck of cards.

"Hell yeah," they all say, walking to a booth-like seat with a table in front of it. 

I slide to the middle-ish and Joey sits next to me, Sid on the outside, Corey next to him and Shawn on the other side. I pass out seven cards each and put the cards left in the middle, taking the top card and flip it over next to the deck, it being a seven of hearts.

"What are we playing," Sid asks.

"Hometown favorite, SlapJack," I say, everyone else getting their hands ready for slaps.