The hot Arizona sun almost burned through my easy-to-burn skin. I hated the sun with a passion.
I looked around at the band looking at the flat tire, attempting to change it. Pathetic.
"Here, let me do it." I sighed, grabbing the tire and placing it on the rim. "My dad was a mechanic."
"Oh?" They inquired.
"Yea, total tom boy."
"I like girls who know how to screw things." Chris chuckled.
I glared and threw a wrench at the disoriented Chris.
"You like any kind of girls you perv!" I hissed.
A loud sigh escaped through Jim's mouth.
"No yelling… I have a huge ass headache."
"Hangovers suck." Joey agreed.
"I can't get drunk." I whispered.
Everyone went silent, staring at me like I was some sort of freak, or something. No one moved, and for a moment I was actually embarrassed.
"You... Can't... Get Drunk?" Sid almost screamed.
"No…"
"What the fuck is wrong with you!" Shawn exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air.
"Almost full blooded Irish love." I giggled.
"But you don't have red hair." Paul said, pointing to my messy black and blonde hair.
"No, I dyed it. My original hair color was blondish-brownish with a little orange in it."
"Ah." He smiled. "I'm still confused."
"Your always confused, Paul." Corey laughed, helping me up. "Tires fixed."
"Yea, your welcome. What would you men do without me…?" I shook my head slowly.
"Not be horny?" Chris asked.
I sighed and gave up.
Walking back into the big bus was great. The icy cold air hit me and instantly I stopped sweating. I felt perfectly fine. I smiled to myself and sprawled out across the couch. Mick walked by and looking down at me. He smirked and picked me up.
"Hey! Let me down!" I thrashed.
"Hold on!" He laughed, sitting down.
He placed me back on the couch, so I was now lying across his lap. Awkwardly, I stretched out and yawned. Just then I giggled as I realized my legs were on Mick's lap. My sight leaned up as I looked at his nervous expression. His deep blue eyes sent shivers throughout my small frame. His black hair was over his shoulders, as he rubbed his bearded chin. I could honestly stare at Mick for hours. He was just so different. And I really liked different. Just then his eyes found mine, and fixed curiously deep. I couldn't look away, nor could I speak. Everything inside me told me not to move. It was weird how we didn't have to speak to know what each other was saying. Our eyes said it all. But that's when I saw it. A hint of lust. He wanted me? I wasn't worth it. But his eyes said other wise.
We could have remained like that for hours, until we heard Shawn gasp.
"No! No sex!" He shouted.
"Wha- What?" I demanded frantically.
"We weren't doing anything Shawn! So fuck you!" Mick hissed furiously.
"Not now… But later on you were thinking about it!" He continued to shout.
"Michael Shawn Crahan! Stop shouting!"
"Michael Gordon Thomson! Stop trying to seduce women!"
I couldn't help but erupt into a frenzy of laughter.
"What's so funny Tina Rae Haley?" Shawn glared.
"Your names are both Michael, I find that amusing."
Shawn's furiously gleaming eyes, eyed me oddly.
"Oh chill out big daddy!" Sid rolled his eyes. "Their doing nothing wrong. Now you and your wife on the other hand… If you guys don't stop your gonna end up with child number five."
Shawn's tense face immediately calmed down. He smiled blissfully.
"That's something I can't promise wont happen." He grinned.
"Men…" I rolled my eyes annoyingly.
"What's so bad about men?" Mick asked, a little hurt.
"Always thinking about one thing, SEX."
"Not all of us are like that." He pointed out.
"Not all, but most."
"Well, yea that's true."
I couldn't help but giggle.
"Mick."
"Huh?"
"Nothing." I chuckled.
"C'mon what's so funny?"
"Nothing hun."
He smirked and started tickling me, and squeaked.
"Holy fuck, she squeaks!" Chris laughed.
"Bet that's not the only thing she does." Joey grinned mischievously.
I couldn't help but look over at him. He was fully clothed and was sitting at the table. He winked at me, and chuckled to himself. I turned my attention back to Mick who was still looking down at me. I smiled.
"Something wrong?" I asked lightly.
"Uh, no." He shrugged slightly.
"Uh huh."
I leaned back against the couch and crossed me legs over Mick's.
"So." I said awkwardly."
"Wanna watch a movie?" He asked suddenly.
"Sure, which one?"
Slipknot had many DVD's. Thousands, but they were all either humor, horror, or something in between. We never had anything like it on our bus. Basically because Ian and Dustin played Frisbee with most of them and are no longer able to work. I grinned as I watched him pick out "Silent Hill".
"I love that movie!" I beamed.
"Me too." He smiled.
He threw the case at Craig, and then sat back against the couch.
"Put it in." He ordered.
"That's what she said." I heard Chris chuckle.
Craig, not saying anything, put the DVD in without hesitation. After we clicked the play button, Mick and I immediately glued our eyes to the screen. This movie wasn't scary to us. In fact, we laughed every time someone was either killed, or those armless creatures came wobbling out of nowhere. In the middle of the movie, however, I removed my legs off Mick's lap, and instead put my head on it. I grinned up at him, and he smirked.
"This won't end well if you stay like that." He chuckled.
"Perhaps… Highly doubt that though Thomson." I shrugged and went back to watching the movie.
After the movie ended too soon, we all drank a bit, while playing x-box. "Fable" had been our game of choice for the entire day before, and it just kept getting better. Especially when Craig played, he sucked really horribly, which made us all laugh.
"Gr." He mumbled. "Go to hell."
"Holy fuck." I squeaked. "He spoke!"
"I know how to talk, but do you think that maybe I just don't feel like talking to such simple minded people?"
"Uh.."
"You just answered my question."
He got up quickly and went back to his bunk, slamming something down in the process.
"God, PMS much?" I rolled my eyes.
"Everyday." Corey sighed.
"Hey guys!" Paul yelled from the front of the bus. "We're here!"
"Cali! Baby!" Chris squealed with joy.
This was going to get interesting.
