Sitting in the tour bus sucked. One, there were too many people. Two, no one knew how to shut up. And three, Chris was really starting to get on my nerves.
He tapped the counter top again, running his fingers quickly enough so the sound would almost appear to echo. I looked up at the percussionist and glared at him hatefully.
"I swear to god. Keep doing that and there's going to be only one percussionist left in slipknot!" I hissed.
"Go to hell, I'm bored." He mumbled, drumming his figures again.
I warned him. I picked up an empty bottle of bud light and was about to throw it at him, until someone grabbed my wrist, enabling my throw. I looked up to see Corey with a frustrated look on his face. He took the bottle out of my hands and tossed it in the garbage. He dropped my hand and sighed heavily.
"I know Chris gets on your nerves but injuring him will cause problems." He then smiled. "Like where am I going to find another person to hit drums on such short notice?"
I chuckled evilly to myself and then grinned at Chris, who decided to flip us both off. I returned the gesture and stood up. I stretched out my arms and let my back untangle itself. Sitting on a bus for five hours seriously messed up your joints. I noticed still that half of Slipknot was still sleeping. My band was on our designated bus, and was probably wondering why I didn't stay over there instead of here. Easy. They made me want to off myself. Not because I hated them, because I didn't. I loved them. They just irritated me when they got into their daily fights. Basically they fought over stupid things like "Who drank my last Amp?" and "Who used all the hot water?" You know. Your basic fights with people you have to live with six months out of the year.
I sat over on the couch that Corey was now sitting on, and sighed.
"How much longer till we hit a rest stop?" I muttered.
"Uh." He looked up at the clock over the TV. "Three hours or so."
"GAH!"
"What am I that boring?"
"No." I fiddled with my fingers. "I just have all my stuff over on my bus."
"Ah."
The singer started to fix his brightly colored hair, but soon gave up after it kept falling into his face.
"Hairspray." I rolled my eyes contently.
"That stuff kills your hair though." He pointed out.
"No." I pointed to his awkwardly dyed hair. "Dying your hair six different colors kills your hair."
He laughed and messed up my hair, like a dad would of and sat back once again.
"I'm not seven, I'm twenty five."
"So?" He pursed his lips, than messed my hair up even worse.
"Ah!" I squeaked, knowing my hair was sticking out in every direction.
I leapt at Corey, and knocked him to the floor. He laughed again as we rolled around. I hit him, but obviously not hard enough, because it just made him laugh more. Jerk. I began to laugh along with him until he hit the table, sending a glass cup flying, and onto the floor. The glass shattered instantly and the sound echoed throughout the entire bus. Everyone immediately woke up.
"Uh Oh." I jumped quickly to my feet and looked down the hall where the bunks were.
Everyone groaned and step out of bed, glaring at me and the still laughing Corey. Okay, I didn't like Corey, I just thought of him as a brother. He was just as dorky as one.
"Figures, the children were wrestling again." Shawn sighed, rubbing his eyes tiredly.
"Told you we wouldn't be able to sleep." Sid yawned.
"It's three in the afternoon!" I mumbled, aggravated.
"That early!" Paul interrupted.
"You all are insane!"
Shawn looked at Craig then back at me.
"Yep." He smiled hugely.
"Your almost forty years old Shawn, grow up." I hissed under my breath.
"Dude you pissed her off!" Mick warned, stepping in between us.
I didn't care who they were, or the fact they were taller than me, but pissing me off was a bad idea and I sure as heck wouldn't hold back anything. Just then my cell phone rang. Lucky. I answered it quickly and it didn't surprise me she would eventually call.
"Hey! Where are you?" She asked, worried.
"On the knot's bus. Why?"
"Thanks for not telling us, we all about had a heart attack!"
"Good Dustin needs to die."
Dustin was my ex boyfriend, and he was such a prick. He broke up with me two years ago because he said I didn't talk enough.
"But that would mean we'd be one guitarist short!"
"Once again I'd just like to point out. I don't care."
"You never do." She protested.
"Exactly why I stayed on Slipknot's bus full of men."
She couldn't help but laugh.
"That's smart thinking though." She chuckled.
"Indeed."
I glanced over an noticed Joey, who didn't have any pants on. I looked away quickly, blushing a little. I didn't care but still, awkward.
"Well talk to you later." She yawned slightly.
"Yeah, later."
She hung up and I slipped the phone back into my pocket, perfectly aware of the eighteen eyes that were all focused on me.
"I know. Shocking! A girl on your bus!" I said sarcastically.
"No." Jim cocked his head to the side. "Your.. Um.. Shirt is ripped and yeah." He looked awkwardly at his feet.
I looked down and gasped. Of course they didn't tell me, they liked it. Perverts. I rushed to tie the shirt oddly so it showed my belly, and not my chest-anymore-. My silver chest piercings almost glittered in the light. Eyes were still on me though.
"Oh stop looking at my chest!" I hissed, completely irritated.
The all rolled their eyes and stepped aside, all rushing around to find food, and watch TV. I sat back down on the couch and sighed. Joey sat next to me and ruffled his messy black hair so it would seem to be not so messy. He noticed me looking.
"I don't like looking like I just woke up all the time." He laughed.
"The others don't seem to care." I observed, glancing at the nappy heads of the band.
"Yeah, they like looking like hobos."
Shawn turned around and flipped Joey off, causing me to laugh. Shawn turned back around to attend to his sandwich.
"Well don't you all just love each other." I rolled my eyes, still slightly laughing.
"Yeah, one big happy family."
Mick came over and sat next to Joey and stretched.
"Mick you're squishing me." Joey mumbled.
"Well if you weren't so small I wouldn't be." He teased.
"Hey that's not nice." I glared.
"Sorry. I like picking on Joey though."
"Hello? Joey's right here! I can hear you." Joey groaned, almost as agitated as I was.
"Oh I know." Mick laughed.
His laughter was cut short as the bus swerved slightly and pulled off to the side of the road. Everyone groaned in response. I could tell what that meant. Flat tire, and in the middle of Arizona. Perfect.