Chapter Three: Feeling Worried

"Yeah, it sounds great. We'll see you around twelve. Okay then, 'bye Orton."

I heard John's voice speak to someone along with the name Orton. Was Randy here? No, he couldn't be. He left with some of the others in the tour bus to Boston. He must've been talking on the phone then. The smell of fresh coffee filled the air. It teased my nose and woke me up. My eyes opened and I blinked twice. I sat up with the blanket still covering my chest and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes.

My sight came back into focus and saw John out on the balchony. He was looking out towards the scenery. He was dressed in one of "Chain Gang Solider" shirts, blue jean shorts, and his regular sneakers. John had just ended his call because I saw him take the cell from his ear and press the "END" button. He was holding in his other hand a strefoam cup with coffee in it. John turned around and saw me awake.

"Hey baby, good morning." He walked over and sat beside me.

I smiled and gave him a smooch on the lips. "'Mornin'"

"Guess what, we're going out to dinner tonight." John said.

"With who?"

"Our usual friends. Randy, your brother, Ginger, Jamie, and the Hardys." he answered me.

Oh did I forget to mention I have a older brother? His name was Brooklyn. He had long dirty blond hair that reached down to his waist-line. His eyes were the same shade as mine and was a real crazy character! He's the main reason why I like to listen to metal and be tough as nails. He's currently thirty-years-old but he could deffinitly pass off as twenty-one. Brooklyn's pretty awesome, he looks out for me even though I tell him I don't need it. He never seemed to listened. None the less, I still loved him.

"Eight people? Wow, what're we havin', a party?" I asked confused

"Well I guess you can call it that." John said.

"Where are we eating?" I asked again.

"Ken's Steakhouse."

"Ooh sounds good." I said. Then I remembered he was born there. "...Is it?"

"I ate there twice, it is pretty good." John responded.

"Oh I see."

"Yeah, but anyways you should get dressed now. We gotta get there soon." John stood up on his feet.

"What time is it"
John looked at the screen on the cover of his cell. "Uh, ... 11:23 right now."

"Alright, but first I'm going to take a shower before anything." I declared.

"Need company?" John smirked.

"No thanks." I declined. "You gave me all the company I wanted last night."

"Hey, it was fun wasn't it?" John gave me one of his goofy smiles.

"Mm. Uh huh." I giggled. "Hey can you grab me one of the hotel robes?"

John buried his cell-phone in his pocket. "Why you look better without one."

I rolled my eyes and smiled. "John."

"What?" he gave me a cheesey smile. He got up and took one of the white robes out of the closets.
He tossed it to me, I caught it and then headed into the bathroom.

After my shower, I dressed myself up in my Megadeth t-shirt, ripped up jeans, and black flip-flops. I put my hair is a ponytail, I was rather too lazy to fix it all up. We picked up all of our clothes from last night and shoved them back in our bags. We made sure everything wasn't too messy for the maids and then left.

John checked us back out and we strolled outside to our car. Later on, we ended up in Massachusettes less than the day. It took us about 4 to 5 more hours before we hit Boston.
Through the trip, I was thinking to myself about last night and got a little worried. We stopped at a WalGreens before we drove to the arena. He parked near the front so it was easier to come back to.

"Why do you need to come here?" John asked me.

"Just some personal female stuff." I said. "Can you stay in the car? I'll be out in a couple of minutes."

"Okay." John nodded.

I opened my door and stepped on the road. Walking inside, I headed towards the "Ladie's Care" department. I scanned the items for exactly what I needed. I saw it.

'FirstStep: Birth Test'