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For some reason, I got a burst of creativity as soon as I wrote the last post. I'm so weird...

That night, we went back to our tour bus instead of staying at a hotel. Number one: it was cheaper. Number two: we were way too attached to the bus. That was the first night that I was their friend. Not their personal assistent, not their band mom, just their friend. They were all very nice, sweet, considerate, and really good friends to have (when they weren't drunk or high). And God, they were funny. They made me laugh harder than I had in years. Hanging out with them was like a therepy for me. We stayed up until two in the morning, as a celebration of having a week off from concerts. I was the last one to fall asleep- we were all piled on top of one another- my head resting on Frank's leg. I even forgot to change into my pajamas.

Being my light-sleeper self, I was woken up at five in the morning by a loud banging. Someone was knocking- more like pounding- on the bus door. I peered out the door window. I gave a yell of surprise, and stumbled back a few steps. It was my old boyfriend, Will. I guess he was still mad about when I dumped him back in New York. I had no idea how he found me. Unwittingly (I was very tired- my judgement was impaired), I opened the door. It was obvious he was drunk.
"Listen, b.itch!" He slurred, "You mean nuthin, you are nuthin. You...stupid....bi.tch..." He swayed a bit, and I thought he would fall down, but he instead righted himself, and swung his fist at me. "Holy s.hit!" I muttered, and closed the door as fast as I could. I locked the door, locked the deadbolt, and leaned against it. He still kept banging on the door. He soon gave that up, and started hitting the bus on all sides. I saw a tomato hit one of the windows. Where did he get a tomato?
I was terrified, and I had no clue as to how I was going to get him to go away. Then a thought hit me like a lightning bolt.

"Bob!" I shook him out of his slumber. "Bob! Bob, wake up. It's important." He groaned and opened his eyes groggily at me. "Gwen? Wassamatter?" "Um, there's an issue that I really need you help with." In the backround were sounds of Will attacking the bus. Bob's eyes grew wide, and he suddenly sat up. "What the f.uck is that?" "Um..." I averted my gaze. "Well, it's kind of my drunk old boyfriend, and I kind of want you to help me get rid of him?" "Anything for you, Gwen." I grinned, ecstatic that Bob was so willing to help. "Are you sure he won't hurt you?" Bob gave me a look. "Gwen, I used to work at Disney world. So I know how to deal with drunk people." He cracked his knuckles, and I laughed.
When we opened the door, Will wasn't there. We didn't hear anything either. "I should probably tell you that Will's a Navy S.E.A.L. reserve. He knows how to hide. Even when he's drunk, apparently." "That could've been helpful information five minutes ago." "Yeah, okay. So, how're we gonna do this?" Bob looked at me in surprise. "We? No, what you need to do is get back on the bus." "Bob, he's my ex, I should deal with him too." "Gwen, you've worked so hard saving us. It's time one of us saved you. Go back on the bus." "Fine," and I walked back on the bus. I watched out the window as Bob suddenly strided to a spot behind the bus. There were no windows in the back, so I just listened to the sounds of a struggle. I heard scuffling, a few "oof!"s, and then nothing more. A minute later, Bob walked back on the bus. "So?" I said, bouncing with anticipation. "What happened?" Bob didn't look hurt at all. A little annoyed, but otherwise there were no bruises, not scratches, nothing. "Well, I heard something behind the bus, and went to look, and your ex jumped out of the bushes at me! It was kind of funny, 'cause he was drunk and wobbly. Anyway, he tried to get me, but I punched him a couple times, and he just went unconcious. I put him on a bench so no one would run over him or anything." "Aw, such a sweetie," I said sarcastically. "Yeah, well..." He yawned. "I'm tired. Let's go back to sleep." His yawn made me yawn. "O...kay." I went back to the pile of people, and went back to sleep on Frank's leg, a smile spreading across my face. I loved my friends.

Sweet! I'm writing cool stuff! *punches fist in the air and does victory dance* blaugh

tee hee. biggrin

My imagination is working overtime. I'm also working on another story, too, so it may be, like, a week or something. and I don't think it'll be very long... sweatdrop

thanks for being so understanding. blaugh heart

yes, yes it has. actually, I writing a big part right now, and I don't really want to separate it into different posts, so it may be a day or two. But it is coming up! Sorry to keep you all waiting...

Here's the next one!

When I woke up, I was confused. Nobody was there in the bus with me. They weren't hiding under the beds, nor in the luggage hold under the bus. Hey- you never know. They think of pretty weird places to hide. When I climbed back on the bus, I realized a note on the table. I sat down, picked up the note, and read it.

Gwen,
We're going to be running some errands today. Sorry we had to leave you alone, but we were hungry, and we wanted FOOD! You have NO idea how hard it is to go shopping, and so we have to wait for a while before we can go shopping again, and we have to do it pretty early, and we didn't want to wake you so we figured we would just leave a note. You're smart, so we knew you would find it. You're not sleeping in too late, are you? Because you knw what happens when you sleep in too late, you won't be able to get to sleep. Oh! I forgot, please leave my bed alone. I know you like to tidy and whatnot, but I like it messy. The same for me, too. Oh, and don't worry 'bout your ex. I don't think I knocked him out too hard. Ha ha. What did Bob do? Anyway, we'll probably be back soon, so don't worry or anything. Oh, but I forgot we had other...stuff to do...yeah. So, um, we'll be back around....um...four-ish. 'Kay?
Again, don't worry. See you in a bit. : )
-Gerard
-Frank
-Mikey
-Bob
-Ray


They had all signed it and doodled on it, as well. I laughed as I read over it again. It read more like a conversation between the people writing it than a letter to me.
This was rather suspicious. Especially Ray's portion. The whole part about having other stuff to do. Also the part about it taking them 'till four in the afternoon. I glanced at the clock. It was twelve. I sighed, flopped down on the couch, and turned the TV on. I flipped to MTV, and I laughed out of surprise when I saw the I'm Not Okay video. I realized that even though they gave us a copy of it on tape, I hadn't seen the finished product of it yet. I watched it, and I fell in love with the song all over again. I really enjoyed it, especially the part when Frank scared me. Marc must've used one of the earlier takes, because it looked like I really was scared.

Over the course of the next four hours, I paced around the bus like a caged animal. I changed clothes a couple of times, finally settling on a pair of black jeans, a blood red blouse, and one of Frank's hoodies. I cleaned the bus again, making it smell lemony fresh. I washed all their clothes. I made coffee. I did everything I could think of to keep busy, but by two o'clock, I ran out of things to do. I thought of going outside and doing something, but thought against it, because I didn't want to leave and have them come back when I wasn't there, and someone had to watch the bus. I finally settled down and flicked on the TV again.

Around four fifteen, the bus door burst open and the guys came in with about a thousand shopping bags. When they saw me on the couch, they froze. Then there was a whirl of activity, where they all rushed to the back of the bus. I heard the rustling of plastic bags, whispers of "shut up!", and the opening and shutting of doors. Then with a last slam of a door, they all bustled out into the front room and smiled like they had a dirty secret. "Hey guys," said suspiciously, sitting up. "What's up?"
"Oh, nothing," said Gerard, "We were just wondering if you knew what day it was." I frowned, thinking. I knew it was some day in October...frankly, I had lost track of the dates a few weeks ago.
"No...I can't think of it. What day is it?" They all split into identical maniac grins. All of a sudden, Frank and Mikey jumped on me. "Oh my God!" I exclaimed, "What is it?! Is it, like, mid-term elections or something?"
"Honestly, Gwen!" Mikey said, "How could you forget your own birthday?"
"What?" I frowned, confused. Then I remembered that today was October 6th- I was 27. "Oh, wow. That's weird."
"Aren't you excited?" asked Frank, frowning. "No, not really," I shrugged, "I'm just 27. One year older. Whatever."
"Then I guess you don't want your presents," said Gerard, turning around to go in the back of the bus. "No, no! I never said that!" Gerard grinned and went into the back. He came back out with five sweatshirts, and gave one to each of the others. "Later," he said, "Now we're going out to celebrate."

We all climbed out of the bus, and they led me around to the other side, where we came upon a beautiful car. It was a black, sleek and shiny new car. I froze, and they all grinned. "Guys, it's...it's wonderful. Where'd you get the money?"
"No asking about the cost," chastized Bob, "it's impolite." I glared at him, but I could tell I wouldn't know what the cost was, even if I gave them my special stare. I then turned to the car, walking around it, looking at it from every angle. It's windows were tinted so dark, I was sure it was pushing the legal envelope. I opened the driver's side door and gasped. The interior was black leather, and it had a sophisticated- looking control panel with an ebony finish. "Guys..." I looked up at them, grinning stupidly. "This is so f.ucking awesome!" Their eyes widened, and they mimicked my grin. I hardly ever cussed like that.
We all piled into the car- Frank sitting on Gerard's lap, because there was limited space. I turned on the cd player, where there was already a cd. The first song was 'The Ascent of Stan' by Ben Folds. I skipped to the nest song, and it was 'I'm Not Okay.' The next song was 'Stairway to Heaven' by Led Zeppelin, and the one after that was 'Hollywood Babylon' by the Misfits. I skipped to the other songs, getting more excited. It was a mixed cd of all my favorites. "Guys," I said, turning around, tears forming. "This is so sweet." They all looked alarmed.
"You're not going to cry, are you?" asked Ray, warily. I shook my head, turning to face the front. The road began to blur in front of me, and I shook off the tears before I started the car. "So, um, w-where are we going?" my voice shook. Mikey, who was sitting shotgun, gave me directions as I drove down the highway. Pretty soon, we were at a Japanese restaurant that I knew was expensive. I sighed. "You guys are spending too much on me."
"Trust me," said Gerard, "there's more." They all got out, Bob graciously holding the door open for me, and we walked inside the restaurant. Apparently, they had a reservation or something, because they just walked right on in without waiting to be seated. When I saw who was waiting for us at one table, I gasped.

uh-oh! cliffhanger! dun dun dun...*evil scary music*