I Still Think You're Beautiful
Six
We’re on the road again. We should arrive in a few minutes. It’s been about a week now. Vic and Mike still don’t know about what happened or is happening with Oli and Alan, and I’d like to keep it like that.
Vic always seems to be in the back lounge when we’re on the road. It seems to be the cool place in our bus where all the instruments live. Seeing as I can’t play anything I feel like I shouldn’t be in there.
The bus stopped and I looked up from my magazine. Jaime walked out from the bathroom and opened the door of the bus. “Who wants to get some food?” he exclaimed. There were silence in the bus and I giggled.
“I’m not hungry,” Mike said flatly.
“Nope,” Tony muttered from his bunk.
“Vic?!” Jaime called into the back lounge.
“I’m busy!” he called back.
“I’m not really that hungry,” Jaime shrugged.
“I’ll come,” I said and got up.
“Yes,” he grinned.
“Come on,” I urged and we walked out. He started leading me to a food stand and while we waited I looked at him. “You really have a problem with this whole walking alone thing,”
“I know, I’m such a girl,” he sighed. I grinned at him and we got our food. We sat on a picnic bench not far away and I put my feet up as I ate. He looked at me while I ate and I frowned.
“What?” I asked.
“I know what happend last week,” he said carefully.
“What do you mean?”
“With Alan and Oli,”
“Oh,” I muttered.
“They asked me how old you were,” he explained.
“Are you going to tell Vic and Mike?”
“No,” he sighed. “I’m just telling you that people are going to start talking,”
“It wouldn’t be the first time,” I laughed.
“Just think about it, yeah?”
“Sure,” I shrugged.
“Guessing that’s what Vic meant when he said not to pull any of your shit,” he commented, a lot lighter now.
“Basically,” I smiled.
“You ready?” he asked and I threw my rubbish in the bin.
“Yeah,” I nodded. We got up and headed back to the bus. When we got inside it was empty. Jaime went over to his bunk and I walked through into the back lounge to look for Vic. He wasn’t there. I sat down onto one of the sofas and Jaime walked in.
“Can I see your music licence?” he joked. I rolled my eyes and he sat down. I pulled an acoustic onto my lap and started to strum. Very badly. “You play?”
“Nope,” I shook my head.
“Thank God,” he breathed and clasped his heart. I passed it to him and he raised his eyebrows.
“Play me your favourite from Collide with the Sky,”
“Tell me your favourite,” Jaime urged.
“Hold on till May,” I smiled. He put the guitar on my lap and grabbed a pic. He put it in my hand and put his hands over mine to play. We started playing and Jaime started to sing. There’s something about a Mexican that can play and isn’t my brother. We came to Lindsey’s bit and he stopped.
“Sing,” he urged.
“No,” I laughed.
“Sing,” he urged and I rolled my eyes. He started to play again and waited for me.
“Don’t laugh,” I grinned. "If you were me, you'd do the same,” I sang. “'Cause I can't take anymore, I'll draw the shades and close the door, Everything's not alright and I would rather..." I finished. Jaime carried on and then we stopped. He put the guitar down and looked at me. “I’m not as good as Lindsey or Jenna,”
“Your voice is awesome,” he told me.
“Thanks,” I smiled.
“Can I ask you a question?” he asked as he went to get a bottle of water. He sat down and I shrugged. “Why did you come on tour?”
“I wanted to spend time with my brothers,”
“Liar,” he grinned.
“I wanted some fun,”
“That explains a lot,”
“Before I leave for England,”
“You’re going to school over there, right?” Jaime asked.
“Yeah,” I sighed.
“England’s cool,”
“Sure,” I shrugged.
“Quite literally,” he laughed. “they’ve got polar bears on the sidewalk and everything,” he joked. I laughed and he got up to switch the TV on. The bus door opened and the boys walked in. I waved to them and Vic walked through to sit next to me.
“Alright?” he asked.
“Yeah,” I smiled. He smiled back and patted me on the shoulder. I looked at Jaime and frowned. I don’t get it. I actually kind of like him, but I don’t want to sleep with him.
Vic always seems to be in the back lounge when we’re on the road. It seems to be the cool place in our bus where all the instruments live. Seeing as I can’t play anything I feel like I shouldn’t be in there.
The bus stopped and I looked up from my magazine. Jaime walked out from the bathroom and opened the door of the bus. “Who wants to get some food?” he exclaimed. There were silence in the bus and I giggled.
“I’m not hungry,” Mike said flatly.
“Nope,” Tony muttered from his bunk.
“Vic?!” Jaime called into the back lounge.
“I’m busy!” he called back.
“I’m not really that hungry,” Jaime shrugged.
“I’ll come,” I said and got up.
“Yes,” he grinned.
“Come on,” I urged and we walked out. He started leading me to a food stand and while we waited I looked at him. “You really have a problem with this whole walking alone thing,”
“I know, I’m such a girl,” he sighed. I grinned at him and we got our food. We sat on a picnic bench not far away and I put my feet up as I ate. He looked at me while I ate and I frowned.
“What?” I asked.
“I know what happend last week,” he said carefully.
“What do you mean?”
“With Alan and Oli,”
“Oh,” I muttered.
“They asked me how old you were,” he explained.
“Are you going to tell Vic and Mike?”
“No,” he sighed. “I’m just telling you that people are going to start talking,”
“It wouldn’t be the first time,” I laughed.
“Just think about it, yeah?”
“Sure,” I shrugged.
“Guessing that’s what Vic meant when he said not to pull any of your shit,” he commented, a lot lighter now.
“Basically,” I smiled.
“You ready?” he asked and I threw my rubbish in the bin.
“Yeah,” I nodded. We got up and headed back to the bus. When we got inside it was empty. Jaime went over to his bunk and I walked through into the back lounge to look for Vic. He wasn’t there. I sat down onto one of the sofas and Jaime walked in.
“Can I see your music licence?” he joked. I rolled my eyes and he sat down. I pulled an acoustic onto my lap and started to strum. Very badly. “You play?”
“Nope,” I shook my head.
“Thank God,” he breathed and clasped his heart. I passed it to him and he raised his eyebrows.
“Play me your favourite from Collide with the Sky,”
“Tell me your favourite,” Jaime urged.
“Hold on till May,” I smiled. He put the guitar on my lap and grabbed a pic. He put it in my hand and put his hands over mine to play. We started playing and Jaime started to sing. There’s something about a Mexican that can play and isn’t my brother. We came to Lindsey’s bit and he stopped.
“Sing,” he urged.
“No,” I laughed.
“Sing,” he urged and I rolled my eyes. He started to play again and waited for me.
“Don’t laugh,” I grinned. "If you were me, you'd do the same,” I sang. “'Cause I can't take anymore, I'll draw the shades and close the door, Everything's not alright and I would rather..." I finished. Jaime carried on and then we stopped. He put the guitar down and looked at me. “I’m not as good as Lindsey or Jenna,”
“Your voice is awesome,” he told me.
“Thanks,” I smiled.
“Can I ask you a question?” he asked as he went to get a bottle of water. He sat down and I shrugged. “Why did you come on tour?”
“I wanted to spend time with my brothers,”
“Liar,” he grinned.
“I wanted some fun,”
“That explains a lot,”
“Before I leave for England,”
“You’re going to school over there, right?” Jaime asked.
“Yeah,” I sighed.
“England’s cool,”
“Sure,” I shrugged.
“Quite literally,” he laughed. “they’ve got polar bears on the sidewalk and everything,” he joked. I laughed and he got up to switch the TV on. The bus door opened and the boys walked in. I waved to them and Vic walked through to sit next to me.
“Alright?” he asked.
“Yeah,” I smiled. He smiled back and patted me on the shoulder. I looked at Jaime and frowned. I don’t get it. I actually kind of like him, but I don’t want to sleep with him.
Haha! Thank you :)
11/12/13