Summer

Chapter 4

The tour bus was hot. I was lounged on the couch with Monte flicking through TV channels. Nothing was on. And I would've killed for a Popsicle.

The AC wasn't helping. I was in my shortest shorts and my skimpiest top, but sweat poured out of me like blood from an open wound.

Monte was not helping. He was a walking Heater. And didn't seem to be hot at all. On the contrary, he claimed to be cold.

"Ughhhh, Monte scoot over, man!" I grumbled and weakly shoved his arm away from my head.

"Quit being so crabby and pick out a movie! This day doesn't have to be terrible." He smiled cutely at me.

"I'll stop being a crab when we get off this thing." Pulling at my top and wondering how indecent it would be to walk around in my undies. "How much longer?"

"Three days."

I moaned and tugged harder at my top. 'If it were only Lex I could, but not with Monte, especially not when I don't know where any of the others are. I don't need that drama.'

"Why don't we play a game to get your mind off of things?" He asked suddenly.

"Uh, okay. What game?"

"Strip poker!"

SMACK

"Ow," he rubbed his cheek, "well you'd be cooler."

"Ugh, any other ideas?"

"Truth or Dare?" he raised his hands to cover his face.

I raised my eyebrows. "Isn't that kinda a . . . girlie game?"

"Shut up. Lets play!"

"Okay . . . Truth or Dare?"

"Dare baby!"

"I dare you to find the others and make them play."

"You suck." He then got up and disappeared for about an hour. When he returned he had three cranky looking men following him,

"Why are we doing this ho?" Max asked Monte.

"Cause its hot. Okay! My turn!" he looked menacingly around the circle. "ROBERT! Truth or dare?"

"Truth?"

"Do you think I'm pretty?" Monte asked teasingly.

"Fuck yeah, very hot. My turn?" Robert laughed. "Max my man, truth or dare?"

"Dare bitchesss."

"I dare you to kiss Monte, with tongue."

After seven awkward minutes, Max was looking deadly and Monte strangely pleased.

"Alright Mabbit, dare? Truth? Take your pick."

"Truth I guess."

"Cupcakes or muffins?"

"Muffins all the way."

"What kind of question was that Max?" I interrupted.

"Yeah, kinda pansy-ish." Robert said as he checked himself out in the toaster reflection.

"Shut up it's a good question!" Max yelled defensively.

Craig rolled his eyes. "Whatever. Kayte, truth or dare?"

"Dare." I said fanning myself.

"Gimme a kiss babydoll." He held out his arms. And despite the boiling heat I ran to him and kissing him wildly. After we parted Monte looked oddly nauseated.

"Okay, okay, my turn." I looked around. "Monte, truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"Who do you have a crush on?"

"Edward." He said dreamily.

"Edward who?" Max said sounding surprised at the mention of a male name.

"Cullen." He sighed contentedly.

" . . . Monte . . . are you gay?" Craig said after a very pregnant pause.

"Only for Edward. He's just so tasty!"

Robert stared at Monte with a look on his face for a while before bursting out, "What was all that about you being a butt kinda guy?"

"Have you SEEN Edward's ass?"

Deciding to avoid this argument, Kayte, Max, and Craig all left to watch The Lion King.