"Awe, well isn't that just adorable" I awoke to the girlish voice coming from Alex. I rubbed my eyes to see Alex, Zack, their tour manager Matt, and someone I didn't know crowded around Jack's bunk.
"It just makes me tingle inside." Zack said wiping fake tears from his eyes.
"Popcorn?" Alex asked Zack, offering a movie theater sized popcorn box. Zack grabbed a large handful and stuffed his face with it. I groaned with anger. I had finally had a nice night with Jack and the guys had to ruin it.
"Damn it guys! Go away!" Jack yelled.
"We were just enjoying the moment!" Alex defended.
"Disgusting." was all I could say. I forcibly moved the curtain back to its original placement. Great. I turned around in the dark and buried my face in Jack's chest. I was livid, but I didn't want to show it.
"Assholes." Jack whispered.
"I'm sorry..." I began, but of course, he stopped me.
"Don't be. It's OK, they're just jealous that they have empty beds and I've got you." he said smiling sweetly.
"I love you Jack." I whispered, kissing his chin.
"I love you Grace." he whispered back and kissed my forehead.
"Awe! How sweet!" squealed Alex. Even though I was still mad, I laughed. He was just jealous.
That night was the night of the Philadelphia concert, and the night when I needed Kara the most. I had so much on my mind, and when the guys were preforming, Kara and I would chat about things. But she was still in Jacksonville and I was sitting on the bus by myself.
After a while, I felt lonely. So I decided to get of my ass and join Jack, Zack, Alex and their temporary drummer on stage. Or at least backstage.
I sighed and gripped my backstage pass tightly. I straightened out my dress and put on my shoes. I stepped out of the bus and headed to the showroom. I went in the VIP way and had a flashback to my first concert. It had been a couple weeks since I visited one of these, but it was still crazy and chaotic.
I found a corner that was uninhibited, and stayed there.
But after a while, I was getting tired. I sneakily walked out and back to the tour bus. I threw myself on the couch and immediately fell asleep. The couch wasn't exactly the most comfortable place to sleep, but I didn't have the energy to move. I was deep in slumber when the doors flung open. I may have been awake, but I pretended to sleep, for no reason exactly.
"Awe, poor Jacky isn't going to get any lovin' tonight!" Alex squealed. Alex's voice was extremely noticeable. His voice was high and shrilly and was very annoying. Especially when it was making fun of me and Jack.
"Awe poor Jack." Matt laughed. This caused an echo of laughs through out the bus.
"Shut the hell up guys! You just wish you had someone as sexy as Grace in your bed!" Jack fumed. It was kind of cute that he would say that. I tried not to smile, it would kind of give away my fake sleeping.
I didn't know why, but the guys had nothing to say to that.
I woke up at about 9. We were on our way to New York for the next concert and all the guys were still sleeping. An evil plot popped into my mind.
I went to the front of the bus where all the necessities were. I dug through the mess until I found what I was looking for. A sharpie.
I crept to Alex's bunk as quietly as possible. I silently moved the curtain to see Alex sleeping peacefully. Perfect. I removed the cap from the sharpie and put any art skills I had to work. I took my time, but knowing beauty didn't matter and the worse it looked the better, I knew this would work out well. I pulled away to admire my finishings.
He looked gorgeous with his large unibrow, mustache, and terrible acne. Thats what he gets for messing with my boyfriend. I was a little sad that I had to wait to see his reaction, knowing he would probably be sleeping for a few more hours.
To occupy myself, I slept a little more. I knew I would be able to hear the reaction. It was about an hour and a half when I was awoken by yelling.
"Your girlfriend is a bitch!" I could hear from the front room. Revenge was very sweet.
"You look very pretty Alex." Jack laughed.
"I'll get her back, you just wait." Alex said mischievously.
"You better stay the hell away from Grace or you're dead." Jack threatened jokingly.
"Oh I can take him." I said as I walked into their little squabble.
"Ass." was all Alex could mumble.
The entire room laughed and I was attacked with many high fives. Zack seemed exceptionally impressed. Without looking back, Jack grabbed my hand and pulled me to the back of the bus away from everyone else.
"That was awesome." he whispered into my hair as he hugged me tightly.
"Because apparently they are 'just jealous that they don't have someone as sexy as Grace in their beds'." I said, mocking him.
Jack went completely red. "You heard that?"
"All of it." I replied. "And I thought it was very sweet of you to stand up for us." I said.
"Any time." he whispered as he kissed me.
We then played Halo, where I continued to beat the guys' asses. Alex attempted to scrub his face, but it didn't really work, he still looked like a hobbit.
That night's concert, I decided to stay in. I was texting Kara when the guys poured in. It was way to early for the concert to be over, so I confusingly peered around the corner to see what was up.
What I saw slightly shocked me. Jack and Matt were pulling a very different Alex into the bus. Alex looked terrible. His face was completely pale, his eyes were indescribable and he was yelling and shouting something about an 'ass who deserved it'.
I automatically jumped up to see him closer. "What happened?" I shrieked.
"He had a couple too many." Zack explained walking in after them.
"It's no big deal, it happens. Whoa, Grace, whats wrong?" I must've looked horrified, because Jack seemed upset to see me.
"He looks terrible. Are you sure he's OK?" I asked, still worried.
"Grace, he's fine. Don't worry." Jack said attempting to reassure me.
"I think you guys should keep him away from alcohol for a while." I murmured.
"Grace, it's fine."
"Jack, I'm worried about Alex."
"Well don't." he said, raising his voice. He seemed to be yelling at me at this point.
"Jack, please." I whispered.
I could feel myself wanting to cry. I never argued with Jack, ever. I just was really worried about Alex and thought they should watch him a little closer. My stomach starting knotting up and making me dizzy.
"Grace, just shut the fuck up!" Jack yelled.
My first instinct would have been to slap him. But, being the girl that I was, I ran. It's not like a ran off the bus, but I ran to the bathroom and cried. I had my first fight with Jack. It's not something I wanted to repeat. I felt as though I was going to throw up.
I curled up into a ball and sat there, my tears flowing down my legs. We fought over Alex, the idiot who I face painted this morning. I had calmed down almost fully when there was a knock on the door.
"Grace? I'm sorry." Jack said from the other side.
I thought about it and decided to get over it. I unlocked the door and was automatically in Jack's arms.
"I'm sorry I yelled at you, Grace, I was just pissed at Alex." he whispered into my hair.
I didn't feel the need for words, so I just stood there. And we stood there for a while until Jack pulled away to look at me. He wiped away the tears from my face and leaned in to press his lips lightly to my forehead. I had guessed it had gotten pretty late. So Jack pulled me along to his bunk.
He crawled in and I followed. He was asleep within five minutes, but I had trouble sleeping. I pondered the fight, and realized how stupid it was. I just wished it never happened.
I woke up to whispers. I heard Alex saying something about revenge, and I automatically knew what he was planning. I silently turned to see Jack sound asleep. I closed my eyes and pretended to sleep. Footsteps came closer and closer and I heard the uncapping of a sharpie. I waited a moment before I jumped up and kicked Alex in the balls.
His wails of pain made me laugh hysterically. It woke Jack up with terror in his eyes, but when he saw what was going on, he laughed with me. Messing with Alex was so easy.
"Shit Grace!" he yelled. "I'm still hungover!" I noticed he was wearing sunglasses and very comfortable clothing. I didn't feel bad for a moment.
