expectations.

Presley awakens in an unfamiliar place in unfamiliar clothes with a pounding headache. Shit. Is her first thought.

She decides that she is in a tour bus after peeking outside the curtain between her and the rest of the bus. Now the only questions were A - Whose bus? B - How did she get here? and C - Whose clothes are these?

Deciding to just face the music, she not-so-gracefully exits the bunk.

“What the hell happened?” She mutters, glancing around the trashed bus. There had most definitely been a party here. She tries to quietly step over discarded cups, cans, and several things she would rather not take the time to identify to get to the kitchen so she could begin the hunt for aspirin. This headache is killing her.

“The question is more like what didn’t happen.” A voice answers and she spins on her heel to face them, startled.

“Oh. Hey Alex.” He leans around her to reach a kitchen cabinet that opened to reveal basically an entire pharmacy.

“Gotta be prepared for the worst.” He says, winking when he catches her staring at the cabinet.

“I take it you guys party a lot.” He chuckles before opening the fridge to grab a monster. Popping the tab on the can, he downs the pills with a swig before handing it to her.

“Yeah, we do. But you obviously do too.” He raises an eyebrow at her confused expression. “Oh. well, I guess you wouldn’t remember much of last night as trashed as you were.”

A groan comes from the bunk behind them. “Speaking of last night,” he states, grinning, “that sounds like your knight in shining armor. I’m gonna take him some Advil.” She leans against the counter, feeling kind of whorish for not being able to immediately know which ‘knight’ it might be.

Mumbles are heard from the back of the bus and she drums her fingers against her leg, a nervous habit she had.

Alex emerges a few minutes with a groggy Alan.

“Holy shit!” She gasps, taking in Alan’s bruised jaw. “What did you do?”

“Let’s just say I’m a shitty babysitter. And that there may or may not be pictures of you playing a round of Drunk As A Skunk floating around on a certain social media site.”

Her eyes narrow. “I suddenly don’t feel so bad for you.”

He gives her an apologetic smile. “Sorry, Princess.”

She sighs, rubbing circles on her still pulsing temples. “It’s whatever now. It was probably my fault anyway. I drank beer before liquor.”

Alex and Alan grin at each other before chorusing, “Liquor before beer, in the clear. Beer before liquor, never sicker.”

She rolls her eyes, smiling. “I’m hungry. Y’all up for breakfast?” They both snicker.

“What?”

“It’s just that your accent was really thick right there.”

Her nose scrunches up at the accusation. “I do not sound that southern!” They both laugh loud guffaws.

“Yes you did!” She huffs, crossing her arms over her chest. “It only gets bad when I get mad. Now can either of you tell me where my clothes are and who these belong to?” She tugs at the shirt that hung very loosely on her petite frame.

Alan scratches the back of his neck awkwardly. “Well, I was put in charge of you after your like, I don’t know, sixth shot of Tino’s mix. I lost you but then found you in a kiddie pool filled with bubbles in just your bra and panties. I tried to get you back to your band but you ran off and ended up falling asleep on the top of the ATL bus. And -”

“And that’s where I came in.” Colten interrupts, walking into the front of the bus.

“I thought Ashby was gonna rape you or something, so I sort of punched him.”

“Sort of? You practically broke my jaw. We’re cool though.” They proceed to do a fist bump kind of thing.

Presley covers her blushing face with both of her hands.

“I am so sorry you had to deal with that.” Alan slings an arm around her, guiding her to the bus door.

“It’s fine. We’ve all been there. You can make it up to me by accompanying me to breakfast with all the guys.”

When Alan said ‘all of the guys’, he really meant all of the guys. It seems like every band was packed inside the Denny’s that was only a mile or so from the park grounds.

Wolf whistles meet Presley and Alan as they walk in together.

“Nothing happened, you dicks.” He announces as he pulls her into a booth with Mike Fuentes, Justin Hills, and Beau Bokan.

Justin raises an eyebrow. “Really? Those don’t look like the clothes you had on when you were drinking with the Asking guys.” She blushes an even deeper red, placing her head in her hands.

“Y’all are never going to let me live this down, are you?”

“Nope.” They all chorus. She stands from the vinyl booth and straightens out the too big t-shirt. “I’m gonna go find my band.”

“You might want to talk to Elliott first. He’s a little bummed you both didn’t get to hang out much last night.” Beau suggests and her first thought from the morning repeats in her head.

Shit.

Notes

So. More drama in the next chapter. Woohoo! :))