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The next thing I knew, we were on our way out of Chicago and to Minneapolis, Minnesota. I was comfortably sitting cross-legged on the couch on the side of the bus. It wasn't luxurious or anything but it was still rather cozy. There weren't enough bunks for everyone so some of us had to squeeze in with someone, or sleep on the couch. Shaquell was uber skinny so it was easy for me to fit in with her. It had already been a day and a half.
"Good morning, sunshine," I said with a smile as Patrick and Pete walked to the front of the bus rubbing their eyes. Pete stared at me blankly and walked straight to the 'kitchen' part of the bus and made himself some coffee. Patrick simply half-smiled before explaining, "He needs his coffee before he'll talk to anyone," and sat next to me and watched Andy play Legend of Zelda.
We watched until we reached a truck stop about an hour into the game. Everyone except Patrick and I went to go get lunch. It was pretty quiet between the two of us. I decided to take this time and ask a question I've wanted to know.
"So, what happened the night I got wasted?" I asked in an upbeat tone to hide my anxiety for the answer. He made a horrified expression as he granulated his thoughts and decided how he was going to answer.
"Y-you don't remember?" he stuttered out. I shook my head and said, "Not a thing."
"Oh," he mumbled before looking up at me directly through the eyes, startling me with his sudden seriousness.
"I told you that I," he trailed off when he noticed people walk in and yelled, "don't like it when you drink so much!"
I gave him a confused look and asked, "What?"
He slapped his head hard and said, "It's nothing," and stood up and stomped to the back of the bus.
Joe looked at me weird and asked, "What was that all about?"
"I asked him what happened the night of my birthday," I explained with a curious tone. Joe bit his lip and gripped tightly onto his sandwich and said, "I'll be right back," and walked to find Patrick at the end of the bus. So, now I'm sitting alone in a room with Pete, Andy, and this girl I had seen on the bus but was never properly introduced to.
Andy noticed my questioning look and said, "This is Jessica Eberlee. She's one of our roadies."
The last name sounded so familiar but I couldn't recognize the face. She had fair skin and brown hair with lots of blonde highlights. It was short and flipped at the ends. She had light green eyes that were radiant and reminded me of my mom's eyes.

"Hey, my name is Nathalie," I said to her with a smile. I noticed that Joe and Patrick weren't back at front yet.
After several minutes of driving, they came back up and Patrick sat down and acted normal again. This confused me but I decided not to push for any more answers. I'll just ignore it.
I heard a muffled sound and saw Shaquell roll out of her bunk. She groaned a little and stood up and sat down on the other couch with Andy and Jessica. This meant I was squished between Pete, Patrick, and Joe.
"About time you woke up. Jeez, it's almost 3 o' clock. You're such a night crawler," I scolded with a stifled laugh.
She smiled halfway and drank some of Pete's coffee. I turned and looked over at Jessica and said, "So, how long have you been a roadie?"
She shrugged and said, "I think it's been a year now since I joined the roadie crew."
"So, we're going to Minneapolis...we should try to go to the mall of America if we have any off-time," I suggested.
"That'd be fun!" Andy emphasized the world 'fun'. Jessica laughed and for a second, I had a flashback of my mom trying to get me to say something on camera for her.
Flashback
"Come on, say something cute for me!" she enthused gently. I just blankly stared at the recording device in her hand. She pouted her lip and said, "But don't you want to be famous someday?"
I shook my head furiously and, like the hot-tempered child I was, screamed, "Famous people are lazy!"
My mom then paused the camera and started laughing in a way that made me feel calm and not so much under pressure. She really had that motherly figure that most people lacked.
End flashback
No lie. This was getting pretty creepy.

"Patrick, I'm not feeling too good. Will you go with me to back?" I asked him as I got up and walked towards the end of the hall with him following.
"Is everything okay? You looked pretty mortified back there," he said concerned. I looked at the floor and clarified, "I just had a flashback of my childhood. I haven't had any recollection of my parents since I was 10 years old...I don't know why but Jessica gives me the strangest feeling. but I remember my mom telling my dad something about some guy with the last name Eberlee. I can't begin to embrace that without knowing some more truth about my past...but I'm scared to ask her something out of the blue like that. But do you think she could be related to me?"
He nodded and asked, "Do you want me to ask her for you?"
"Yes, but not so suddenly. Wait a little while, at least. I want to know her better," I mumbled.
He nodded and footsteps could be heard coming down the hallway. He then grabbed me by the shoulders and whispered, "Quick! Someone's coming! Act casual!"
He was really close to my face so I assume that he intended to kiss me. But apparently not, seeing as it threw him off guard a bit when I pressed my face to his but he ended up kissing back with twice as much intensity, leaving me nearly breathless. But I stopped kissing him and started giggling when I saw Joe standing in the doorway with a disgusted look on his face. Patrick didn't notice Joe and turned to see what I was looking at and started to blush furiously. Then he turned to me and shouted, "That's not what I meant by acting casual!"
I just sat on the chair and snorted with laughter. I found this situation hilarious seeing as it was JOE who found us.
"Wow, um Andy," he paused while snickering, "you're going to have to find that magazine of yours on your own because dude, you really don't want to come back here right now!"
He walked down the hall and I looked at Patrick's flustered face and smiled. Then I punched his arm lightly and said, "You know you want to laugh. Come on, let it out for good times sake."
He smiled and let out a light chuckle and started to walk towards the front of the bus. I did so as well and walked back to find that Joe had told everyone in the bus about walking in on Patrick and me.
I sat down and said, "Don't make it seem like such a big deal. Be thankful it wasn't anything worse."
I smirked and looked over at Jessica. She was being pretty quiet so I decided to talk to her.
"So, do you like being a roadie?"
She nodded and said, "I love music and I'm extremely grateful for this job. It has its pros and cons though. I am in charge of setting up the microphones before the show and picking them up if they're knocked over during the show. It sounds easy but you have to be quick and good with amplifiers."
I smiled and asked, "What'd you do before this job?"
She made a face and said, "I worked with my dad at a hotel in Chicago. My real mom died when I was 10 but she and my dad were divorced by the time I was two so I didn't really know her. I started working at 16 years old as a maid in this hotel down the street. By the time I reached 18, I moved out and lived in the attic of a music store with my friend who worked at the store. I didn't work there though so I was dead broke. I lived there until my 23rd birthday where I met Andy. Then he helped me out by dubbing me a roadie for his band. And here I am now!"
"So, why didn't you get a job if you lived alone for 5 years?" I asked. She looked at the floor shyly and mumbled, "good question," and then looked up and said with a guessing tone in her voice, "lack of motivation?"
I heard a funny sounding laugh come from Andy, which sort of threw me off guard. Then a smile crept its way across my face as the thought appeared in my head, "I bet he likes her!"
Then I shook my head as I thought, "Wow, Andy likes girls? I don't think it ever occurred to me that my adopted brother could be interested in anyone. Well duh, I'm his SISTER!"

After the little 'accident' in the back of the bus a few days ago, I had finally made my personal decision to tell Nathalie I love her. But I had a plan on how it would happen, as corny as it was, and now I just needed to take her somewhere special where we could be alone. She means the world to me...
It's so soon, but I know what I feel is real and I need to get this out before it's too late and she get pulled away from me.

I looked up to find Andy and Jessica giggling about some inside joke of theirs. They've grown awfully close within the past year or so...Oh yeah, I have to ask her that thing for Nathalie.
Nathalie was sleeping so now would be a perfect time to ask. It is about 3 in the morning right now and I have no idea why I'm still awake.
"Jessica, there was something I needed to ask you," I said in the least suspicious voice I had. She smiled casually and said, "Okay, shoot."
I swallowed and asked, "Do you look more like your mom or dad?"
She made a face that questioned why you'd ask a random quedstion like that but she answered nonetheless.
"I think I look like my dad, but everyone tells me I look like my mom. Why do you ask?" she tilted her head to the side in confusion.
Andy jumped in and said, "That's awfully weird to ask out of the blue, Patrick. What do you have on your mind?"

In my mind, I had already pieced together the relationship between Nathalie and Jessica, although I never said anything directly to any of them about it. Now would be the time to determine if it's true.
"Do you know if your mom got remarried after your dad and her got divorced?"
Her mouth dropped and she answered, "No, I have no idea. What's with these questions?"
My eyes fell to the corner of the floor and I answered, "I think there's a chance you might have a half-sister."

"What?" she nearly screamed. I was startled by the outburst but decided to explain my theory.
"You see, if your mom got married after she got divorced and had a child with someone else a few months later, then that means you'd have a half-sibling. Judging if my theory is correct, that would mean Nathalie is your half-sister."
Jessica bit her lip and looked at Andy and said, "But I thought she was your sister."
"She was adopted after both her parents died. She was 8 when they died," Andy explained.
"Oh my god," she trailed off before screaming, "I have a fucking half-sister and my bastard dad never told me!"
She stood up and held her head and mumbled, "This is just too much to take in for one night..."
She was wobbly from standing up so fast and she fell onto the couch and onto Andy's lap.
"Dude, you killed her!" Andy whispered furiously.
I rolled my eyes and said, "It's just from shock is all. It's not everyday you find out that you have a sibling you never knew about."
We lifted her up and laid her on the couch before heading to the bathroom and grabbing a wet rag and placing it on her forehead while Andy sat on the floor by her side and made sure she was alright.
I smiled and left them alone and walked to my bunk and went to sleep, trying not to wake anyone up.
But one person was awake.
"Thank you, Patrick," Nathalie's voice rang through my ears.
I felt her grab my hands and slide them around her hips. My whole body went numb when her lips suddenly made their presence on mine. I closed my eyes as her warmth entered my mouth.
I felt her mouth open as her tongue grazed my bottom lip. I let my lips fall apart and grant her access.
She slowly led me, lips still locked, into my bunk where she shut the curtain and placed her hands on my cheeks and pulled apart and kissed my cheek before resting her head on my chest with her arms wrapped around me tight.
All I knew was that I wasn't going to let her go. This was the girl I was in love with and for the time being, she was mine