TOUR
Now it was finally here. A big purple bus with the boys faces on the side stood before us. My name was beneath, in bright pink, with a small picture. I wish they didn't do that. Nick was at my side, my hand in his as I shook violently in the freezing cold wind. It was 4:37 AM and all I wanted to do was jump in my bunk and fall back asleep. It was bad enough that Joe was shooting me daggers with his eyes the whole car ride here but now, I was stuck.
We boarded the bus quickly, the boys all claiming bunks and jumping in them. Nick and Kevin got the bottom, Joe above Kevin. That left me above Nick, right across from Joe. I didn't mind, but he did.
"I'm not sleeping across from her every night." I had gotten used to this routine. Joe found a problem involving me, then tried to make me feel like shit about it. It never worked. I lazily climbed into my bunk, laying my head on the surprisingly comfortable pillow. Suddenly, Kevin popped up in front of my eyes.
"You can't sleep! We have to christen the bus!" He waved an unopened bottle of champagne in front of my face. I smiled, jumping down from the bunk.
"You definitely know how to get me out of bed."
ALCOHOL
An hour later, I found myself crawling warily into my bunk, low groans emitting from my mouth. Kevin just watched and laughed, doubled over on the leather wrap-around in the lounge. I gave him a sarcastic smile, along with flipping him off.
"Why did you get me so drunk?" Out of the four bottles of champagne Kevin had, I had two. I was definitely gone. My mind was fuzzy and every memory seemed to disappear seconds after I formed it. Kevin just laughed more. Boy, he was a giggly drunk.
"I think Nick's worse then you, and he barely had 5 glasses." I looked over to Nick, his face buried into the couch and his ass sticking up into the air. Suddenly, I was laughing so hard I had slipped form my bunk and landed on the floor. Kevin almost fell over with laughter.
The whole time, Joe had been skillfully avoiding us, the curtain on his bunk pulled shut. We didn't mind. More booze for us.
I stood slowly, my form shaking slightly, and pushed myself towards the couch. I let my body fall, hitting the carpeted floor instead of the plush seat. This just made me laugh more.
"This was a bad idea," I held my head in my hands, laughter erupting through, "and I'm so tired." Kevin just shrugged, his smile not fading.
"Go to sleep." He stood, walking over to his own bunk and collapsing into it. I flipped open my phone. It was only six in the morning. There's a whole day ahead. Sleeping now would just waste it for me. I'd just have to sober up and make the best of it. Why not start with some coffee?
Grabbing the pot off the makeshift kitchen counter, I poured myself a steaming cup and downed it immediately. I could already feel my vision clearing. Another six cups and I should be fine. Suddenly, I felt something graze my shoulder, a shallow breeze passing by.
"Pour me a cup?" I looked up to see Joe. Well, sort of see him. My vision was still a little blurry. There could've been three Joes for all I knew. I nodded, pouring quickly and passing it to him soundlessly. He cocked a brow, looking me over.
"Are you drunk?" This sent me into a fit of giggles. "Wow, you're completely wasted." He rolled his eyes, taking a generous sip and sitting down. He patted the seat next to him cautiously and I joined him.
"Your brother had champagne. He knows my weaknesses." I shrugged, slurring my speech only slightly. This made him chuckle. "It's funny how we can only be civil when one of us won't remember this conversation." Joe looked obviously startled, even slightly hurt, as he ran his hands through his thick hair.
"I'm sorry."
"What?"
"I said, I'm sorry." I looked at him, really looked at him, checking to see if this was possibly some extremely cruel joke. His face was completely serious. I almost started crying.
"You're such a dick." I spat out, rubbing my eyes vigorously. "You know you did absolutely nothing wrong what so ever. I'm the bitch who ruined your life." By now I was actually crying, blame it on drunk me.
"Wow. This is too weird Dee, I can't do it." He dropped his head in his hands and grumbled a few words I couldn't quite hear.
"Okay. Just know that I'm sorry. God, you don't know how sorry." I stood quickly, not wanting to face him anymore, and retreated to my bunk. Maybe passing out at six in the morning was the way to go.