Andy's POV

Surprisingly I didn't wake up from morning sickness…instead I woke up from the annoyance of a car horn. I groaned...that probably meant I was going to get sick later in the day…or maybe even during the night. Why do they call it 'morning sickness' if you can get it anytime of the day? Eh who knows… nothing makes sense these days…especially the part where men get pregnant. Who knows maybe one day I'll get a phone call from one of my mates professing their 'joy'.

I sat up from the bed, rubbing my eyes…"Who the fuck is beeping?" I groaned.

"It's probably Shaun…" Bradie replied, fixing his hair in the mirror… "And you should get ready, we're leaving soon," he continued.

Either no one had told me anything about any of us going anywhere… or I've just completely missed something. "What? Why is he here… and why am I getting ready?" I questioned, not recalling any plans.

Bradie spun around, raising an eyebrow, "You seriously don't remember…?" I shook my head.

"…Today is our first TIBC tour show in Sydney… at the Enmore theatre." He replied, staring at me dumbfounded.

Shit. I literally felt like an idiot…I don't even remember my own bands concerts anymore... Lovely. How do you even do that?

"Where are our suitcases Bradie! I have to quickly pack!" I shouted, getting out of bed.

"Chill! You packed your bags last night!" he replied, gesturing to the packed bags that were in front of our closet door… "All you need to do is wash your face and put some clothes on," he continued.

"Oh okay…gimme five" I replied.

I walked over to the cupboard and quickly changed into whatever clothes I could find first. I haven't been looking forward to this tour at all…well I was…until I found out I was fucking pregnant. Something was bound to go wrong…whether it be someone finding out about this whole baby thing… or who knows maybe I'll even miscarriage…after all miscarriages are very common in the first trimester. I don't even know how I know that stuff…this whole thing is a fuck up and a half. I wish there was an 'undo' button…

I splashed my face with some cold water from the bathroom sink, then picked up my bags and walked downstairs. The front door was open and Bradie had just walked through eyeing me…"Aren't you forgetting something?" he questioned. I looked down at myself and at my bags; I didn't see anything wrong with the stuff I had…looked like I was all sorted for the trip. "Uh...no, I don't think so?" I replied, raising an eyebrow. His face fell into his palm. "Your bass guitar Andy…" I immediately dropped all my bags. What the hell is wrong with me today? I keep forgetting the most important things in my life. "Shit…thanks Bradie," I replied, as I ran back upstairs.

I couldn't bring all of my bass guitars… so I chose the one that I had just ordered over from America and brought it back down with me. Before heading out to the car I stopped for a minute to make sure I wasn't forgetting anything else then picked the rest of my bags up and carried them out to Shaun's car, with Bradie following behind. Once the car was all packed Bradie and I quickly ran back into the house to say goodbye to our mum, dad and the babies then returned outside again, ready to leave.

"You idiots ready for this tour!" Shaun excitedly announced, beaming from ear to ear.

"Oh my gosh! Yes! This is going to kick ass!" Bradie grinned. Seriously if god or whoever…I don't know…Mother Nature? wanted me to have a kid…why couldn't I of just adopted Bradie? He's a kid, even acts like baby sometimes…would've been a win situation.

I rolled my eyes, "Yeah! This is going be fucking awesome! So pumped!" I lied, faking a smile.

We had been driving for just about an hour now and had at least another hour of driving left…so boring. No one is even talking to me...Shaun and Bradie are both in the front seat and pretty much ignoring my existence at the moment. I guess I'll just listen to my iPod for now.

I really hoped we got there soon; I didn't want to get sick while we're driving…then I would just get a heap of questions from Shaun and he is stubborn as hell. I mean he thinks I'm bulimic! But I guess it's much more sane than thinking I'm pregnant…

"Andy! ANDY! Andyyyyyyyyy…" Shaun and Bradie both sang in unison.

I pulled my headphones out, "Oh so you guys finally want to socialise with me?"

"Actually no… we just felt like singing your name because we got bored of our conversation" Shaun replied.

I rolled my eyes. "You're both such idiots...especially you," I smiled.

"You love me," he teased back.

Hah the last thing I was feeling towards him right now…was love, after everything…definitely not. "Oh piss off will you," I glared.

"Make me," he stuck his tongue out.

"What are you? 3?" I rolled my eyes.

"Maybe I am…" he replied, trying to sound serious.

"No, that's Bradie's job" I smirked.

"Why do you guys always find a way to drag me into your stupid little arguments?" Bradie interrupted, folding his arms.

"It's because you're special…" I replied, sticking my tongue at him.

He tried to look taken aback, "So what are you implying?"

I softly laughed, "I don't know Bradie…what are you implying?"

"I don't know, I'm confused now…"

"Good," I laughed, putting my earphones back in.

About forty minutes later we pulled up in front of the Enmore theatre, it was amazing…there was already a huge line of fans waiting outside for us. I have to admit I wasn't looking forward to this but now seeing some of our fans outside… its bringing back memories from our past tours. I shouldn't worry so much…everything will be fine, no one will suspect anything and Bradie can always back me up I guess…even if he is a terrible liar.

We took a quick photo with the people that were already standing outside, signed a few things and then made our way inside the venue to start setting up. It was nice, not too small and not too big either, as a band we prefer the smaller venues than the larger ones…the smaller ones are more intimate and we can connect with the fans a lot more. The support acts 'Heroes For Hire' and 'Because they can' were already here and had their equipment set up ready to practice. They're a pretty cool bunch of guys…we met them all before the tour and they were all really nice, BTC are a lot younger than us…but they're still awesome and not to mention pretty cute.

It took about two hours for all our stuff to be set up, tuned and for all the programming to be done by our tech guys. Once that was all done we started to practice and for the first time in a few weeks we managed to get through a rehearsal or sound check without me running out on them, which I was really grateful for. It all went smoothly and was actually quite a lot of fun.

We were all now sitting in one room waiting for the food we ordered to come. Shaun and Bradie were talking to the Because they can boys about their exams and heroes for hire went to pick up lunch. I was beginning to look forward to tonight, then all it took was brad to walk in with a bag of hot chips…to send me off edge and feeling like shit. The odour coming off them was disgusting and nauseating, which is really weird because I love hot chips…one of the few things I can actually cook by myself. I watched as everyone shared them happily munching on them…the sight was just disgusting, I don't know what has came over me…but I was ready to leave from disgust.

Brad must've noticed I wasn't eating anything. "Want some hot chips?" he offered, sticking the bag of chips in my face. I gagged, covering my mouth.

"NO, NO, NO PLEASE GET THEM AWAY FROM ME…." I stressed, leaning away just so I couldn't smell or see them.

He took a step back, "um…okay, sorry?" he replied, eyeing me weirdly…along with all the other guys, including Shaun.

Bradie quickly interrupted, coming to my rescue…(I think?) "Ahem…Uh…he isn't allowed chips, doctors orders" he said, clearing his throat.

"Oh okay…fair enough, would you like some sushi then?" brad replied, gesturing over to Duane who was holding the platter we must've ordered.

"NO, NO SUSHI…" Bradie yelled, waving his hands. Good one Bradie…not suspicious at all. Everyone stopped eating and started exchanging looks between Bradie and I.

"I think I'm going to be sick" I covered my mouth, running out of the main room…"I guess that's a no then," brad trailed off.

Turns out I didn't even need to throw up…it was just the feeling. I washed my face and returned back into the room, everyone went silent. Eddie was the first to say something, "Dude are you okay? You look…-", "like shit?" I continued.

"I was going to say really unwell…but okay" he replied, looking at his feet.

"I'm fine…just a stomach bug, promise" I replied, ignoring my pounding head.

"You should go rest or sleep," Bradie suggested. I looked at all the others for approval… they nodded.

"Alright… will do, wake me up an hour before we need to be ready…" I replied, walking into our dressing room.