I've always feel out of place on the bus. Sitting in the corner, studying on my laptop, or reading a book in my top bunk. I'm expected to clean the bus once a week and cook, which is a lot since none of the guys know how to make anything other than pizza.
I sigh and my long blonde hair moves over my eyes, again. I push it away behind my ear, as I continue to read my latest romance novel that I bought from the bookstore on our last stop. Faint humming comes from the bathroom, as my brother shaves off his five o'clock shadow. I cross and uncross my legs over and over as I try to focus on the words on the page, but I find myself reading the same line non stop. 'Will I ever be loved the way I want?'
That question has been playing in my head, until I feel as if I can't stand it anymore. I swing my legs over the edge of my bunk and I hop down onto the floor, the bus rocking slightly under the impact of my jump. I walk over to the bathroom and I knock on the door softly, tapping my foot impatiently.
"What?" My brothers voice calls through the door.
"I need a hair tie, let me in." I say. My eyes lock on the floor, as I feel movement behind me. My entire body tenses as I feel hands slide over my hips, the aroma of cologne strong in my nostrils, as I feel my knees buckle. But as soon as the hands touch me they vanish and the door opens to reveal my brother with shaving cream, lining his jaw.
"Thanks." I mumble, reaching inside to grab my package of hair bands off the counter. I pull one from the bag, before I set it back down and I walk away, towards the kitchen.
I pull my hair into a quick messy bun and walk towards the couch in disgust. I pick up clothes scattered across the floor and I hold them in my hands, making a mental note to wash them thoroughly. I reach over and I begin to shake Eli's latest addition of one night stands.
"Come on. Get up." I say harshly, shaking her harder until she sits up, the sheet uncovering her fake boobs and tan.
"What?" she asks, in the high pitched squeaky voice that I absolutely cannot stand.
"Time to go." I say and I grab her wrist, pulling her out of bed with no mercy, as she lands on the floor.
"Hey! Who the hell do you think you are?!" she yells, giving me the death look as I toss her clothes on her naked body. I walk over to the closet near the refrigerator and I pull out two tickets to our next concert stop. I throw them onto her lap as well before I open the door of the bus.
"Out, now. None of the guy's like leftovers." I sigh and I watch as she reluctantly gets up and puts on her skimpy orange dress and five inch stiletto heels from last night. Once she's out the door I shut it slowly and I lock it before I move back to the couch. I cover Eli back up, not wanting to see anything.
I slide my hands down my jeans, before I pull off my black zip up sweatshirt. I lay it down on top of one of the chairs near the small booth like table in the kitchen. A small smile spreads across my face as I start to get out mixing bowls, and ingredients to make breakfast.
Cooking is something I've always loved, it allows me to get away from everything. I'm able to zone out and be in my own element. I get out three large flat pans and I set them down on the stove before I start to crack eggs in a container. I mix them all together before I pour them out in one of the pans. I grab the bags of vegetables and meat from the refrigerator, setting them all down next to the stove top.
I open one of the doors and I pull out a spatula, my hips swinging slowly as I flip the eggs and add ham, turkey, green, red and yellow peppers, onions and cheese to the egg mix. I'm not a fan of this mixture myself, but I know all the boys on the bus do. I hop onto the counter to reach the plates, since I'm only 5'2", something I've always been teased about. I slide back down to the floor and I empty the pan's contents onto the plate and I set it on the table.
"Danny! Your breakfast is ready!" I call out, while I crack more eggs and scramble them inside the container I used before as I have to make three more pans of scrambled eggs with the works for Jeremiah, Eli and Luke.
"Hold on!" He answers, probably finishing his shaving.
As my eggs cook in the pan I open up three large packets of bacon, spreading ten pieces out in another pan.
"Smells amazing." Danny says, as he comes up behind me and pats my shoulder awkwardly before he sits down.
I nod, as I pour out another plate of scrambled eggs with the works and I set it down next to Danny. I smile excitedly as I grab the last pan on the stove, along with my spatula. I glance over at my brother who is rolling his eyes, trying not to laugh.
"You get joy out of their pain don't you?" He asks and I nod before I walk throughout the bus, banging my spatula against the pan, making loud noises, to force the guys to wake up.
"Shut the fuck up! I'm sleeping!" Is one answer I get from Eli on the couch, the other answers are groans and the sounds of their mattresses creaking as they get out of their bunks.
"Breakfast time!" I call out before I move back into the kitchen to finish the bacon and replacing more into the pan. I hold out the bowl of done bacon to Danny and he grabs a handful of at least six strips of crispy bacon.
"Jesus Gracie what time is it?" Luke's raspy quiet voice says from inside his bunk.
"Breakfast time sunshine!" I joke and I smile, my mood instantly changing. I feel the bus shake under his weight as he hops from his bunk. I turn to the direction of the noise and I hear myself intake a sharp breath as he emerges from the hallway in only a pair of pajama pants that hang low off his hips, showing off his fully sculptured abs and V-Lines. I watch as he walks closer to me, licking his dry lips. I feel my hands grip the sides of my t-shirt as he winks at me before he sits down across from Danny.
"Grace...grace....grace!" I hear and I snap out of my day dream.
"What?" I ask, frowning at my brother.
"Your bacon is burning." Is all he says and my eyes widen and I swear I see a smirk on Luke's lips, before I turn back to throw away the burnt pieces of bacon.
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