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Chapter 12
Two weeks have gone by. Living in a tour bus with four other guys is not the greatest idea. Their management and body guards are in a different bus. The guys are slobs. I can barely walk around without stepping on dirty underwear or socks. Finally after opening a cupboard only to have all the contents fall on me, I snap.
"Oh my God!" I yell, picking up a can of soup that just missed crushing my toes. The guys run from various sides of the bus to where I am standing, surrounded by food. Georg bursts out laughing.
"What happened?" Gustav asks.
"I opened a cupboard door." Now Tom is laughing along with Georg. I blush. Bill wraps an arm around my shoulders.
"Well, lets put it all away."
"No. Bill, give me that," I say, yanking the empty box of cereal out of his hands. "Were you going to put this back?" I ask.
"Yeah. Why wouldn't I?"
"IT"S EMPTY!"
"Sorry. Calm down."
"This bus is disgusting. I can't even sit down without finding a pair of dirty socks underneath me. So I need help, to clean this place."
Georg walks off immediately. Bill makes an uneasy face, but doesn't leave, if only because he knows I will force him to stay. Gustav mentions something about wanting to maintain his drumsticks, and Tom just shrugs and walks toward the TV. Bill grabs his shirt.
"You get to help," he says.
"Um, she's your girlfriend, not mine. You help her."
"I am. And so are you. You're my brother." Tom sighs but begins to pick up food and place it on the counter. I smile.
We start by throwing out all of the empty cereal and anything that is long past its expiration date. I nearly die when I find some moldy cheese in the back of the fridge. My shriek sends Tom into fits of laughter. After the kitchen is cleaned we move on to gather all the dirty laundry. I put it all in a big garbage bag and stick it in the closet in my room. Then we make all of the beds and straighten all of the magazines.
Finally we move onto the bathroom. I open the door and look around. The sink in covered in hair and the toilet is extremely dirty. Tom manages to sneak away.
"Um, so I have to go," says Bill.
"What!"
"Yeah, um, I'm working on writing a new song, and I want to get in done soon, so um, yeah." He runs off. I sigh and get to work by myself. It takes me an hour to clean it all. But at least I will be able to breathe when I get ready in the morning.
The guys are all sitting at the table, playing cards, when I finish.
"Bus looks good," Georg says, prompting slaps from Bill and Tom.
"You didn't even do anything!" they yell together. I sit down and watch them play.
The bus stops at about seven. They decided to stop and spend the night wherever we are before driving on to the next city. I leave the bus and head to a gas station to get some things.
Some guy is following me. He stares at me while I grab some water and when I look up he looks away. I should have asked Bill to come with me.
I pay and leave the gas station. As I walk back to the bus, I realize that there are way to many alleys around. And the guy is getting steadily closer to me. I turn down an alley in order to get to the bus. The guy turns. I run. Then I feel my arm in someones grasp and I am jerked around.
"Where do you think you're going?" he asks. He grins and raises his eyebrows. "Huh?" I don't say anything, just jerk my arm back and try to get out of his grasp. He reaches up and slaps me with his other hand. He presses me into the brick wall of a building. He takes my face in one of his hands.
"I said, where do you think you're going? Huh? Where are you-" He lets go suddenly. I fall to the ground, tears rolling down my face. I hear another voice.
"Get out of here! If you ever come near her again, I swear you won't live to see daylight again." I hear him running away. I look up.
Tom is looking at his knuckles. He rubs them for a second before turning on me. He helps me up and I launch myself at him. He holds me, smoothing my hair.
"It's okay. Shh. It'll be okay. I swear he'll never hurt you again." I bury my face in his chest.
"I should have asked someone to come with me. I'm so stupid."
"No you're not. He was just a freaking ass-" He stops talking as I kiss him. Then he is kissing me back. He stands with his hands on the wall, me in between. Then he breaks away and wipes his mouth.
"We can't do this. He's my brother. We've got to tell him."
"Tom. Wait! Please. Let's just keep this between ourselves."
"You want me to lie to him?"
"No. Just don't tell him now. Not yet."
"When then?"
"I'll tell him. I swear." Tom nods, believing me.
"Okay, Okay. Let's go, before that creep comes back." We start walking and I feel my heart tearing. Is there no way that I could have both of them?
