Blue Eyes Don't Lie [You Me At Six]

16 - Don't Fret, Precious, I'm Here

[Title/ Lyrics from 'Counting Bodies Like Sheep To The Rhythm of the War Drums' by A Perfect Circle]

AN- Hi my friends, back with another chapter! I'm probably gonna take a bit figuring out what's next cause there's a lot going on with my mind and ideas and things happening and all but... yeah! This is what I got for you guys, sorry it's a bit late! xx - CC

Oh I also completed TFW (if any of you guys watch Supernatural) and added a Dean! I'm sorry I couldn't help it I set myself up. :D

I sipped my too-bitter coffee – even for me – and rubbed my neck irritably as I sat in a kitchen booth, wrapped in a patchy blanket. Everyone was asleep: Sam, Matt, Chris, Josh, and Dan; although I heard some questionable occasional noises from Max... And, of course, Miss Queen Bee herself was slumbering a sweet dream away, cozy, comfy, and warm.

All while in my bed.

I looked back on the rest of yesterday, after Morgan squealed her way into the bus, after I insulted her, and after she got back at me by stealing my bed. For the rest of the day, all she seemed to do was sit in every seat I was about to occupy, snatch every drink I was about to take, and even say what I was going to say. And every time, of course, I had to keep my mouth shut, one thing I was not good at. At one point Morgan and Josh went to chat with Sam, and the guys has to wrestle me away from the sunlight in the bunks and into a seat, bribing me with hidden snacks. It was clear to everyone – I couldn't stand being in the same place as Morgan, and letting her boss me around was nearly impossible without me snapping things at her behind her back. 

I savored the time I got away from the bus with Sam, and we went to this really fancy Greek Place to meet his family. They were all extremely good-looking, I could see where he got it all from – and his brother, Dean, wasn't half-bad either, I had to admit. They all wished me good luck on the show, but the dinner was over all too soon and we had to go back to the bus at 10.45.

That night, when they all went to the back of the bus to settle in, I gathered as many of my things I could in my arms – there was no way I was making two trips . Dan stopped me on my way back and asked if I wanted him to stay with me. I of course declined, seeing as there was really only room for one splayed out 5'1" person on that couch. He looked a bit relieved when I sent him off, and I couldn't blame him – that couch was quite possibly the most uncomfortable thing I've ever slept on. So when I woke up at 3.45 in the morning with an immobile neck, a completely dead right arm, and a somehow sore ankle, I decided that four hours of sleep was enough for me, thanks.

So I was now sitting in a dark bus, with a dead phone – as I had of course dropped my charger last night – pressing my right hand against my coffee mug. My eyes were heavy and unblinking, numb with exhaustion – I was ready to kill whomever stepped out of that bunk-room first. I leaned my head against the cold window behind me and sight – there weren't even shadows to see.

It looked like I was going to have to wait a long time before anyone stepped out of that room.

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'Overman? Oveerrs! Damn, you're out cold, aren't you...'

A firm pressure left my right shoulder as a familiar voice echoed into my ears. I groaned sorely as my senses came resurfacing, my eyes still closed.  The air around myself became crisper and colder and the voice became sharper, getting louder with each word.

'Ooh, wait! You moved, you're alive! C'mon, up and at'em!' I opened my eyes and blinked to refocus on a pair of cinnamon eyes focused on me, less than a foot away.

'What the–' I jumped up from my position, only to be restricted by a... table. Matt chuckled as I sank back down to sit against the large bus window, light streaming around me. I looked around in confusion, my drowsy thoughts still drifting back to me. There was a table, my phone with its screen black and unresponsive, and a cup of cold, almost black coffee, the top skinned over. My eyes glazed over the stale drink before I put my hand to my sore neck and sighed. 'Awe, fuck,' I slid out of the booth and ran a hand through my hair. I must have, fallen asleep earlier on in the morning, and curled up on the spot.