My eyes pop open bringing me back into the room, my bunk not Glen’s. Disappointing, but not the end of the world, this was all his doing Mark. Always giving it the protective brother speech it’s getting old now. Last night was so awkward but it’s made me want him more now also to prove a point to Mark that he can’t influence my relationship.
Finally I drag myself of my bunk and look around I realizing that all my good clothes were in the wash, disadvantage of being on this bus only one washing machine. I groaned, padding out to find anyone;
“Mark? Dan? Glen?” I called out peering into Mark’s bunk followed by Dan’s they must have gone to the shops I remember them saying something about it. We’re finally in France, they’ve got a gig tonight first one of the tour!
I look down at myself after last night I can’t remember much but I can’t wear these manky pyjamas again I seriously need to do some washing man...
I tiptoe over to Glen’s bunk slightly looking for any sign of him, but nothing jumps out at me, his bed covers are sprawled unmade, slippers gone he must be downstairs. I smile seeing a shirt hung up neatly on the side of his bunk, after I shred myself of my clothes I grab it off the hanger slipping it over my body hiding my underwear and the burn on my stomach away from view, shuddering at the memory of the fire.
Bacon? The smell of it wafts up the stairs and to me, my stomach growling in response, god I’m hungry. I pass the mirror on my way out catching a glimpse of my body in the mirror watch out Glen I laugh to myself as I skip happily down the stairs, looking forward to spending some time alone with him, it’s a rarity nowadays.
I sneak up behind him grabbing his waist making him jump, I feel him tense up and turn sharply.
“Jesus! You scared me love! I didn’t expect you to grace me with your presence at this time in the morning. How’s the head?” he smiled studying me for any sign of discomfort, my head should be hurting with the amount of alcohol I drank last night, I’m gonna get Dan back for that one little shite making me drink.
“I’m fine bub, what’s cooking?” I ask peering over him to see bacon laying on a plate setting off my stomach growling again, my hand instinctively goes to my rabid stomach humming slightly at the luscious smell.
“I think you missed at bit off that sentence?... good looking I think?” he laughed tearing a piece of bacon bringing it with him to my face.
“Hmm, that smells lush!” I inhaled as he pops the bacon into my mouth. Quickly devouring the rest of the bacon I smile appreciatively up at him.
“You’re not a bad cook are you bubs!” I coo up at him smiling happily as he leaned down to kiss me, our lips are a torturous millimetre away. He steps away from me quickly making my heart sink, what is this? I see him turn the hobs off and turn to me beaming, his arms whisk me quickly off of the floor into his arms.
“Ahh! Glen!” I squeal as he runs with me to the front room planting me onto the sofa. I gasped at the cold leather hitting my skin but it was quickly warmed by his hands on my legs pulling me onto his lap.
As I’m spun onto his lap I see Mark out the corner of my eye staring at me with anger in his eyes but I don’t register him, I’m not letting him influence my life anymore. Glen’s lips find my neck kissing it before moving up to nibble behind my ear causing me to moan very little, I don’t want this getting creepy Mark’s in the room.
His arms run down my back to the hem of the t-shirt hanging by the top of my thighs. His hot breath lands on my ear making me shiver as he whispers;
“God, I can’t wait to take this off you.” He mumbles huskily, pulling on his t-shirt hanging off my legs revealing more of my thighs.
A loud cough erupts from the corner of the room which is shadowed, no wonder Glen didn’t see him. I felt Glen tense and get up making me plummet to the floor in a heap.
“Fuck. Mark? How long had you been sitting there?” Glen mutters stuttering a little, I can’t help a little giggle escaping my lips.
“Long enough mate, no worries you wasn’t to know I was there. Evie on the other hand knew I was there the whole time. Didn’t you E?” I sneer at Mark whose gaze is fixed on me the smug satisfaction glaring though.
“Evie?! I can’t believe you, you knew he was there the whole time. Is this some kind of twisted revenge for him interrupting last night?” He snaps, I’ve never seen him like this.
“Glen, no I...”
“No Evie that was low.” He shakes his head at me before turning back to Mark. “ Mate I’m so sorry.”
“No problem it wasn’t your fault.” He glares at me, there’s a fine line between love and hate and Mark’s just fucking crossed it with no care in the world. Stupid fucker.
My eyes fix on Glen following him as he walks out the door, they’re quickly followed by my feet as I pass Mark who’s on his phone like nothing happened. Tears threatening to spill as I see him kick the stool that Mark kicked in a tantrum last night.
“What the hell was that stunt! It was stupid and childish and not to mention fucked up. We were practically on the verge of fucking and your brother was in the room!” I can’t help but grimace in disgust.
“Fuck off Glen! He’s trying to break us up, you could see it the smarmy bastard was smiling when you were shouting at me! That’s what’s fucked up.” I shrieked at him, tears went from threatening to pouring out.
“My phone’s going off, just give me a minute.” He waves a hand at me before grabbing his phone, looking at it. His face goes from anger to sadness in an instant, this made me worry but I had no chance to investigate. His phone disappeared from my view and he shuffled uncomfortably in front of me.
“What? What is it?” I ask, barely registering Danny who comes up beside me trying to talk but he gets interrupted by Glen.
“Nothing’s wrong. Just my Ma, I’m going to shower.” His voice was hard and cold, shattering my heart I’ve pushed him too far...
At the thought tears spill over my head lands into my hands, my body shaking with sobs. I tense as Danny’s arms wrap around my shoulders pulling me towards him.
“Hey, hey..shh it’s ok E. He’ll be fine just let him cool off. Come and sit with me” he’s so good at this comforting people, no wonder Irma loves him to pieces, who wouldn’t.
We walk over to the front room, a glare stuck to my face as I entered the room even more so as I see Mark with his feet up, not a care in the world. Knob.
I completely ignore Mark and sit down with Danny on the sofa, furthest away from Mark as I could. Leaning against Danny’s shoulder, I should be doing this with Glen but who cares he’s being an idiot right now.
I could to with spending more time with Danny, he’s so relaxing and laid back. I laugh at him as I look up seeing his expression at his phone.
“You little sucker. You’d be lost without that phone to text your beloved Irma, she’s amazing though! Ha do you remember that you texted her and auto correct changed it from missing you badly to missing you baldy! Now THAT was funny!” I laugh along with Mark at the memory it was such a funny day.
He ruffles my hair playfully as I carry on laughing. A moment of comfortable silence makes me realize that I should be feeling like this with Glen but right now I don’t. I need to spend more time with Danny, maybe it will make Glen realize some things.
Hopefully.
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