I shivered as the rain continued pouring around me. I was hiding until I could make a call to a friend to come get me. But, then I remembered I was in Vancouver and all my friends were still in Tennessee. So that wouldn't really help me out here. But, it was definitely my luck to get stuck in the rain in a strange city with no one closely remote to a friend around.
"I'm such a fucking bad luck magnet." I whispered, sliding down the wall I was leaning against. I heard voices around the corner of the building, so I called out, "Hello?"
"Who's there?" A male voice called out as I stepped out to see who I was facing. "Woah, how long have you been there? You look soaked."
I chuckled, "It's been since the concert ended. I stepped out after the last set for a cigarette only to have it start pouring." I bit my lip and tossed my wet red and purple hair out of my face. "So, I don't even have a ride and I never bring my phone to a show. It's in my motel room."
"Where are you even from?" The guy who had become a sort of hero to her asked.
"Tennessee." I replied, watching his big blue eyes get wider. "Yeah, I'm here on business, technically. But, I heard you were playing while I was here, so I got a ticket for the show."
"Woah. You've traveled far." He replied, laughing. "Come on, meet the guys." He pulled me over to the guys and announced, "Look what I found."
That's how I became good friends with Marianas Trench. And now I was back up in Vancouver, living permanently with Josh Ramsay and Matt Webb. I know, it's surreal, right? But, not only am I living with them, but I'm about to go on tour with them, All Time Low, Simple Plan, and Forever The Sickest Kids.
"Have you even packed, Bryleigh?" Josh laughed as he walked into my bedroom, which looked as if there had been a tornado storm through. "Your room looks like mine does."
"Shut up. I'm a girl." I snarked, grinning. Yes, I completely just used that excuse. "Don't judge."
He laughed, plopping onto my bed. "Need any help, Tennessee? I could pack your cute little undies." He winked, sending a bright red hue across my face. "I'm kidding, Bry. Unless you want me too."
I stuck my tongue out at him. "Just for that, you get to pack my shoes."
"Jeesus!" He whined, looking towards my massive mountain of shoes. "Do you even know how many of those you have?"
I chuckled, "No, do you?"
"It's done! The chore of packing Bryleigh Rae Turner's suitcase is finally finished." Josh laughed, bounding into the living room where the guys were seated playing Halo. "An arduous task defeated by Josh Ramsay and Bryleigh Turner."
The guys looked up at my disheveled state and Josh's excited one. Matt simply shook his head while Mike and Ian clapped, egging Josh on. I rolled my eyes, plopping down on Matt's lap and throwing my head against the couch.
"Aww, poor 'Leigh is all tired." Matt cooed, teasing me.
"You try packing girly items with Josh going 'Ooh.' the entire time." I whined, poking my lower lip out. "He's such a child."
"Hey!" Josh protested, flipping his blue hair out of his face. "I am not childish."
I looked at him pointedly, him just proving me wrong. The guys laughed as him and I had a staring contest. Finally he blinked, tapping his tongue ring against his teeth in irritation. I cheered, jumping off of Matt's lap and bouncing around. I grinned and blew a sarcastic kiss at Josh.
"I love you, Josh." I teased, going to sit in his lap. "And you know you love me too."
He chuckled and pretended to shove me off his lap before pulling me into his chest. My heart pounded crazy in my chest as he held me, his head resting on my shoulder. I grinned up at Matt, who was the only one who knew my dirty little secret. The fact that I was madly in love with my best friend of two years. Matt simply rolled his eyes, chuckling at my stupidity.
"Well, I'm exhausted. I think I'm going to go to bed." I yawned, standing up and stretching. I heard Josh cough uncomfortably behind me, making me smirk. "I hope I can actually sleep tonight."
"Have you been having the nightmares again?" Josh asked, looking up at me with concern in his beautiful pale blue eyes. I bit my lip and nodded, walking away from the group. I heard Josh get up and follow me to my bedroom, closing the door behind him. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"Because, I didn't want to worry you." I whispered, biting my lip. I fell back onto the bed and stared at the ceiling. "Sing to me? My song?"
It wasn't actually my song. They wrote it long before I had even thought of the guys being my friends, much less me being a fan of their music. But, Josh began humming the tune to Beside You, laying down beside me. I curled into his side, closing my eyes and listening to his voice.
I woke up the next morning, my face still buried in Josh's chest. I sat up, brushing my ratty hair out of my face. He looked so peaceful, his blue/black hair falling into his face. He seemed so content and young while he slept. And now I felt like a creeper, staring at my best friend while he slept. I turned away, throwing my legs over the side of the bed.
"Don't move." Josh mumbled, grabbing me around the waist. "You were warm."
I chuckled, laying back down beside him. I brushed his bangs out of his face. "We have to get up. It's almost four. The bus gets here at four thirty. I need a shower and so do you."
He opened one eye, pouting at me with his full lips. I pouted back mockingly before getting out of bed. He sat up and smirked at me, looking me up and down.
"Nice jammies. Is that what you were wearing last night?" He teased, pointing out the fact I was in one of his big button downs and no pants. "Isn't that my shirt?"
I blushed, "For your information, I was wearing this shirt yesterday, but I kicked off the pants in the middle of the night. I got hot."
He laughed and sat up, ruffling his hair and yawning. I rolled my eyes when he simply laid back down after stretching. I turned on the ball of my foot and headed for the bathroom, getting ready for the day.
*Josh*
I watched Bryleigh waltz into the bathroom, wearing only my shirt. I had to admit, she looked fantastic. She was small and curvy, but nice curves. She ate like a horse sometimes and I wondered how she stayed so in shape. But, I'm digressing. I just like how she looked...and how she felt when sleeping curled up next to me.
She was just perfect to me. Soft curves, she smelt good, and she was my best friend. And I was completely in love with her. Just my luck, right? I was the least likely person to get a girl, to be honest. The guys all knew it too. But, she was different. It's like she was built to be mine. She fit in my arms like my missing puzzle piece.
I groaned, sitting up and dragging my hands down my face. How in the hell was I going to handle three, maybe four, months on tour with her? For the most part, we're going to be in close quarters, living on the bus for the next few months. We're going to be seeing a lot of each other. A lot more than we already do now.
This tour is going to be so very long.
