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has everything you could need – I imagine, you know I’m not a very
kitchen-y person. There’s a kettle, fridge, microwave and even an ice maker.
Just down the aisle is where the bunks are, four on each side. They’re not the
comfiest beds in the world but they’re certainly not the worst. I could so
easily live on one of these buses – as long as I had more clothes with me, of
course.
I’m
still feeling tired and Eddie is so comfy to cuddle up to – despite the rock
hard muscles in his chest - maybe I’ll just fall back asleep until we get
there.
Chapter Eleven: The Tart
The
sun is shining brightly in Birmingham today, what a shame it is so bloody cold.
As a result of waking up on the sofa yet again today, my back is killing me.
I
don’t know where everyone is. Eddie is asleep next to me, although with me
leaning on him I doubt he could move even if he wanted to, and Mark is still
sat in the same place, glaring at me again. I wonder if he’s moved at all.
Thank
God we are finally here. I don’t know my way around Birmingham (don’t act like
you’re surprised) but I’d really like to get to a decent clothes shop and get
something to wear. The novelty is starting to wear off my bright orange tent-dress.
‘Alright
Mark?’ I ask brightly, giving him another chance to put what happened behind
us.
‘Yeah,
fine. Worming your way in with Eddie now are you?’
‘She’s
been in with me for a long time, you grumpy fucker,’ Eddie says sounding half asleep,
his eyes still closed.
‘I’m
going for a shower,’ Mark informs us, storming off.
‘What’s
his problem?’ Eddie asks me as soon as Mark has gone. ‘You knock him back last
night or something?’
‘Not
exactly,’ I reply, hoping that will be the end of it.
‘No
way!’ he shouts, sitting up straight and suddenly wide awake. ‘You knocked him
back? Tell me everything!’
‘It’s
nothing really.’
‘I'm
going to get you so drunk tonight, you’re going to tell me everything,’ he
laughs.
‘Yeah
right, you’re going to out-drink me? Remind me, who had to be carried to
the taxi last night?’
‘Don’t
put that in your magazine!’ he warns me with a laugh. ‘The chicks won’t go for
that.’
‘It
was only today you told me that I could write about anything,’ I remind him.
‘Yeah,
anything but that. Write about how you knocked Mark back though.’
He’s
clearing finding this hilarious and I have to admit he’s cheering me up.
‘Oi,
stop saying that!’ I nudge him in the ribs. As funny as it is, I don’t want
anyone to hear – especially Luke.
‘Anyway,
I’m beginning to think it’s the other guys who can’t handle their drink,’ Eddie
tells me.
‘And
why is that?’ I ask. This should be good.
‘Because
when Luke and Ben carried me to the taxi last night, they dropped me twice,’ he
jokes. ‘And as for Mark, he had to be smashed if he thought he had a chance
with you.’
When
the tour bus pulled up outside the venue, the plan was for me to go and pick up
something to wear tonight. I’d hoped we’d be in the city centre but have been
told that we’re nowhere near a clothes shop of any description. I had a little
wander down the road but, not wanting to get lost, I had to admit defeat. Tonight
Matthew I’m going to be... an orange. I am just going to have to come to terms
with the fact that this is the outfit I will be wearing to the show tonight.
I’m either going to look like a crazy fan or a skanky groupie and I’m not sure which
is worse. This is also the outfit I am going to be wearing when I try to seduce
Luke – a hideous orange t-shirt, branded with the name of his band. If he’s
vain enough, that will probably do the trick. Eddie keeps making dirty comments
about how he’s always wanted to get it on with a girl wearing his band’s merchandise.
I think he’s joking but you never know with Eddie. Some poor cow will probably
be dressing up in the works for him tonight.
We
are
kitchen-y person. There’s a kettle, fridge, microwave and even an ice maker.
Just down the aisle is where the bunks are, four on each side. They’re not the
comfiest beds in the world but they’re certainly not the worst. I could so
easily live on one of these buses – as long as I had more clothes with me, of
course.
I’m
still feeling tired and Eddie is so comfy to cuddle up to – despite the rock
hard muscles in his chest - maybe I’ll just fall back asleep until we get
there.
Chapter Eleven: The Tart
The
sun is shining brightly in Birmingham today, what a shame it is so bloody cold.
As a result of waking up on the sofa yet again today, my back is killing me.
I
don’t know where everyone is. Eddie is asleep next to me, although with me
leaning on him I doubt he could move even if he wanted to, and Mark is still
sat in the same place, glaring at me again. I wonder if he’s moved at all.
Thank
God we are finally here. I don’t know my way around Birmingham (don’t act like
you’re surprised) but I’d really like to get to a decent clothes shop and get
something to wear. The novelty is starting to wear off my bright orange tent-dress.
‘Alright
Mark?’ I ask brightly, giving him another chance to put what happened behind
us.
‘Yeah,
fine. Worming your way in with Eddie now are you?’
‘She’s
been in with me for a long time, you grumpy fucker,’ Eddie says sounding half asleep,
his eyes still closed.
‘I’m
going for a shower,’ Mark informs us, storming off.
‘What’s
his problem?’ Eddie asks me as soon as Mark has gone. ‘You knock him back last
night or something?’
‘Not
exactly,’ I reply, hoping that will be the end of it.
‘No
way!’ he shouts, sitting up straight and suddenly wide awake. ‘You knocked him
back? Tell me everything!’
‘It’s
nothing really.’
‘I'm
going to get you so drunk tonight, you’re going to tell me everything,’ he
laughs.
‘Yeah
right, you’re going to out-drink me? Remind me, who had to be carried to
the taxi last night?’
‘Don’t
put that in your magazine!’ he warns me with a laugh. ‘The chicks won’t go for
that.’
‘It
was only today you told me that I could write about anything,’ I remind him.
‘Yeah,
anything but that. Write about how you knocked Mark back though.’
He’s
clearing finding this hilarious and I have to admit he’s cheering me up.
‘Oi,
stop saying that!’ I nudge him in the ribs. As funny as it is, I don’t want
anyone to hear – especially Luke.
‘Anyway,
I’m beginning to think it’s the other guys who can’t handle their drink,’ Eddie
tells me.
‘And
why is that?’ I ask. This should be good.
‘Because
when Luke and Ben carried me to the taxi last night, they dropped me twice,’ he
jokes. ‘And as for Mark, he had to be smashed if he thought he had a chance
with you.’
When
the tour bus pulled up outside the venue, the plan was for me to go and pick up
something to wear tonight. I’d hoped we’d be in the city centre but have been
told that we’re nowhere near a clothes shop of any description. I had a little
wander down the road but, not wanting to get lost, I had to admit defeat. Tonight
Matthew I’m going to be... an orange. I am just going to have to come to terms
with the fact that this is the outfit I will be wearing to the show tonight.
I’m either going to look like a crazy fan or a skanky groupie and I’m not sure which
is worse. This is also the outfit I am going to be wearing when I try to seduce
Luke – a hideous orange t-shirt, branded with the name of his band. If he’s
vain enough, that will probably do the trick. Eddie keeps making dirty comments
about how he’s always wanted to get it on with a girl wearing his band’s merchandise.
I think he’s joking but you never know with Eddie. Some poor cow will probably
be dressing up in the works for him tonight.
We
are
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