SHATTERED

thirty-one

alex

nearly two months later, it's the end of june. we just finished our second show of our tour, which was in brooklyn, new york. our first show was in new york city, so we all just stayed at our own apartments after the first show. tonight will be our first time on the tour bus. our next show is in philadelphia, so we have a two hour trip ahead of us.

"watch out," i muttered as i pushed saylor away from the entrance to the tour bus, so that i could get on it first.

"god, you're so lovely," she commented sarcastically. "such a gentle... they?"

i paused for a second as i realized how respectful she was of my pronouns. i swallowed. "gentleman is fine, don't worry," i mumbled. "anyways, you were being slow, so it was only right that i moved you away."

"shoved," she corrected through a cough, which made me roll my eyes.

i looked around the interior of the bus. there was a kitchen area and some seating area. it was a little cramped, especially when the other three were in here as well. i glanced towards the back, and i saw a small staircase. i walked over towards it. on my way there, i saw a bathroom.

i walked up the stairs. when i got to the second level of the tour bus, i saw the bunks... but i was hunched over due to the lowness of the roof. "god damn, is this shit made for midgets?!"

i moved forward, so that the other three could come up here as well. i turned around, and i stopped as i saw that they had all come up here, and they all fit perfectly. none of their heads were even touching the roof.

i stared blankly at them for a long moment. "you fucking midgets."

"you're just a giant," saylor countered.

"fee-fi-fo-fum headass," jessie snickered.

i narrowed my eyes at both of them. "i will literally step on both of you."

"which would further prove our point," saylor smirked.

before i could respond, the bus suddenly jolted forward as it started to drive off. it caught all of us so off-guard that we all tumbled to the ground, on top of one another. i was the oh-so-fortunate one that everyone one else had fallen on. saylor had collapsed into my chest, jessie had fell half-way on saylor and half-way on me, and miguel had fell on top of jessie. we all groaned loudly as we hit the ground and each other.

jessie and miguel took their sweet time in getting up. they didn't even check on me and saylor; they simply headed back down to the first level as they mumbled to each other about how bad the fall hurt.

saylor struggled a bit to get up and off of me. she eventually sat up, and she placed her hands on the ground, just beneath my underarms, on either side of me. she was hovering over me now, with one leg between both of mine, while her other leg was on the outer side of my right leg. she looked down at me, and her brows knitted together ever so slightly as her chest slowly rose and fell.

over the past two or so months, me and saylor have... been on better terms, i guess you could say. she still annoys me, but i've been... less mean to her...?

i don't know, ever since that night that she broke the silent treatment and took care of me when i was drunk... i just can't find it in myself to be a bitch to her anymore. the fact that she's helped me several times, after i've been an asshole to her, is just so...

confusing.

i seriously don't understand her. i don't know how to feel about it all, and i fucking hate it.