Tour of Our Lives, chapter 10
I was sitting in the corner, waiting for another drink. Darren had refused to let me get a drink. What a gentleman, trying to get me drunk. This was my sixth drink that night. I tried looking for Darren, but I couldn't find him anywhere.
"Hey, Tre, have you seen Darren anywhere?" I asked. Tre shook his head and took a sip of the beer he was holding.
"Nope, have you seen Tessa anywhere?" he asked. I shook my head.
"I thought you said you broke up with her." I mumbled. Tre nodded.
"I did, but she wouldn't leave me alone." He said, nodding to himself. I smiled as he lifted his arm around my shoulder in a friendly way.
"I have to go to the bathroom." I said, getting up and saying that I'd be right back. I would wish I would have never gone to the bathroom.
***
Darren woke up in the bathroom, fully nude, holding a girl in his arms.
'I guess Chelsea and I couldn't wait... ' he thought until he turned over. He saw the back of a brown haired girl.
'Dear god, please let this be Chelsea wearing a wig' his luck struck out when the girl turned over in her sleep.
"Oh my fucking god." He said, jumping up. Right beside him was Tessa, and his luck took a turn for the worse when he saw me standing in the door way.
"Chelsea," he whispered when he saw a few stray tears run down my face, dropping onto the floor. I turned away and flew down the stairs and into someone. That someone was Billie. He turned around to see me crying.
"Chelsea? Chelsea, what's wrong?" he asked, holding me back trying to get the answer out of me. I shook my head and tore off to find Tre. He took one look at me and stood up.
"Chelsea? Chelsea, what the fuck happened?" he said, hugging me.
"I found Tessa," I muttered angrily.
"What does she have to do with anything? Oh, shit, Chelsea what did she do?" he asked, feeling shitty. I wiped a few tears from my eyes and looked at him.
"Darren, Tessa, the bathroom floor, that's all that has to be said." I said, now sobbing. I saw Darren stumble down the stairs, trying to get his shirt on. I then buried my face into Tre's Made hoodie, because seeing Darren would make my heart shatter into a million pieces. I saw Darren from the corner of my eye heading our way. I began to sob harder.
"Chelsea," he whispered again, making it hard for me to breathe. Tre was rubbing my back, trying to calm me down. Sean, Kas, and Mike had all gone home with their girlfriends, and Billie was heading over to where we were.
"Tre, what is wrong?" Billie demanded. I could only shake my head. Tre was still holding me.
"Hey Darren, I need to talk to you," Billie said, pulling Darren away from our little group.
"Darren, what happened?" Billie said, holding onto his shoulders. Darren took a shaky breath.
"Something happened man, I don't remember doing anything, and the next thing I know I'm on the floor naked with Tessa." Daren said, trying to hold back tears.
"Wait, wasn't she buying you all of those drinks?" Billie asked, snapping his fingers. Darren nodded and raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah, I thought it was to say sorry for talking all that shit about Chelsea." He sniffed. Billie nodded.
"You said you didn't remember anything, right? Do you have this drugged up feeling in the pit of your stomach?" he asked. Darren nodded.
"Really, there's not even a blur, and I do have a really bad stomachache." Darren said. Billie nodded sympathetically.
"You were drugged, your drink was spiked." He said, helping Darren up off of the table.
"Ya think Chelsea is gonna believe that? No, probably not." Darren sulked, finally wiping a tear from his eye.
"I can explain it to her, it happens all the time." Billie soothed. Darren got up and thanked the older man.
"Thanks, but I think I need to talk to her first," he said, making his way over to me.
"I fell so fast, and so hard, this hurts Tre, it hurts worse than the death of Nate, and I don't know why. What if this isn't the first time Tre? What if this has been going on the whole four months we've been going out?" I sobbed.
"Chelsea, please, trust me when I say that I didn't mean to do anything to hurt you." Darren said. I just shook my head.
"So you're a fucking walking contradiction, eh? You just slept with the girl I despise, and you call that not hurting me?" I cried pathetically. Darren shook his head, wiping a few tears from my eyes.
"He was drugged, Tessa admitted it." I heard Billie's voice in the background. I turned towards Darren, who was looking at Billie.
"Is this true?" I asked. Billie nodded.
"She was doing it to get back at y-" he started to say before he saw me knock Darren over, pressing my lips against his, hard. It wasn't too long until we were making out to the fullest extent on the floor. They let us be until I started unzipping Darren's pants and Darren started to pull off my shirt.
"Okay guys, I think it's time to go back to the hotel." Billie said, smiling. We didn't listen so Tre sighed.
"Guys, get the fuck up!" he screamed. Me and Darren pulled away, collecting our composure.
"Yeah, we do need to get back to the hotel." I said, getting up and dusting off my shirt.
"I'm glad you guys are happy, but I'll have you know that you just let the whole place see you're free porn." Billie said, watching Darren and I interact with complete amusement. Funny how we could be the worst couple one minute and then all lovey dovey the next minute.
"I love you Chelsea." Darren said, kissing my face. We were both still kind of drunk.
"I love you too Darren," I said, kissing his cheek. Billie and Tre laughed at or antics. I rolled my eyes.
"So who is going to drive?" I asked. Billie and Tre decided to stay up front, giving Darren and I the back to ourselves.
"Hurry up!" Darren yelled, stealing a kiss.
"Jeeze, Billie, they're worse than you and Adie on your honeymoon." Tre muttered. Billie looked at us.
"I dunno, Adie and I got kicked out of a cab once, her shirt was torn off." Billie said, biting his lip. Tre chuckled.
"Yeah, but I bet they'll get worse if we don't haul ass." He replied. Billie looked at me.
"Hey Chelsea, did you get bitten by a dog?" Billie asked. I shook my head.
"No, why?" I asked, scratching my neck.
"There is a bite mark on your neck." He said, laughing. I rolled my eyes and blushed.
"Shaddup, man whore with the lemony scented hair." I said. He sighed.
"Bitch." He muttered.
"Whore." I said back.
"Prostitute." He mumbled, looking out the window.
"Mother fucker." I spat.
"Michael Jackson." He said, blushing. I giggled.
"Is that all you can come up with?" I laughed. He sadly nodded.
'Don't worry Jillie Boe, everything will be alright. Michael Jackson won't harm you." I said, patting his hair, "because you're a girl." I finished. He glared at me.
"At least my neck isn't going to turn purple." He snapped.
"You're jealous." I giggled. Billie Joe sadly nodded.
"Yes, you bitch! I love Darren. Darren, I thought we had something going on!" Billie fake sobbed.
"I'm sorry Billie, but getting it in the ass was getting boring." Muttered Darren, holding on to Billie's shoulder.
"So you were using me for sex? You bastard! Chelsea girl, I'd stay far away from him, he is a PIMP!" he yelled, shaking his head and snapping his fingers. I looked at Darren.
"Does uh, that mean I'm a ho?" I asked, scratching my neck. Billie nodded.
"Yeah, you're that one girl off of that music video, the one that was shaking her ass... " Billie said. Tre decided to join in.
"Mmm hhmm." He said in valley girl tone. I nodded.
"I'm a ho and proud of it!" I yelled, getting stares from the car beside us. I smiled at them.
"Chelsea, you're gonna need a scarf for that dog bite."? Billie teased. I slapped him on the arm.
"Okay, I get it. Darren fucking bit me, okay? He's a fucking vampire." I muttered. Darren raised an eyebrow.
"I am not a vampire." He said, defending himself. I shook my head.
"Figure of speech dumbass." I said, rolling my eyes. Darren pouted as Billie laughed.
"Let it go already!" I yelled, exasperated. He kept laughing.
"I will bite you!" I growled. He shook his head.
"I'd like to see you t-" he started to say before I took his arm and bit him. He screamed like a bitch. Tre was laughing his ass off. We arrived at the hotel.
"This reminds me of my mum. When my brother bit me, she would bite him back, but softly." I said, tearing up at the thought of my brother.
"Hey Chelsea, what's wrong?" Billie asked.
"Ah, talking about my brother gets to me." I said, shaking my head.
"Why?" Tre asked.
"He's dead." I stated simply. It was silent. I looked down at the ground, thinking of that one painful memory.
"Chelsea!" my brother John called. I looked at him. I was fourteen and everything was going great until that day. I looked behind me to see my brother catching up.
"Chelsea, tell mum I'm hanging out with Shane!" he said, giving me a kiss on the cheek.
"Bye!" he said, scurrying off. Shane was my cousin.
"Bye! I love you!" I called.
"Love you too!" he yelled back.
When I got home, my parents were crying. I asked them what's wrong. I was not ready for the answer.
"Chelsea, you know how Shane has those drug problems?" my mum asked. I nodded my head and set my bag on the kitchen table. She sniffed and shook her head.
"Your brother and Shane were smoking joints, it turns out Shane's joint was laced with PCP. Shane didn't know what was happening and ended up beating your brother to death." She cried. I shook my head.
"No, you're lying. Shane is sober!" I yelled, but the look on her face told me otherwise. I ran up to my room and slammed the door. That was when my mum actually caught me slitting my wrists.
"Oh my god." Billie said, hugging me. I shook my head.
"Hey, it's fine, it's all left in the past." I said, smiling faintly. "That's why I don't do drugs." I muttered.
"Hey, Chelsea, have you ever done drugs?" Billie asked. I was silent until I looked up.
"Nope, they're not my thing." I said, looking at him from underneath my reading glasses. I was reading 'Velocity' by Dean Koontz.
"Oh, how come?" he asked. I shrugged.
"It's just not my thing." I stated firmly, folding the corner of my page and setting the book down heading off to the park.
"Oh... " he said, for lack of a better word.
"So, are we getting trashed, or are we getting trashed?" Tre yelled, trying to lighten up the mood. I giggled and nodded.
"Yeah, that's what I need most." I yelled, pumping my fists in the air.
***
"Tre, no!" I slurred as he lunged for me. I giggled as he landed face first on the floor. Darren was giggling on the floor like a mad man.
"I'm not *hiccup* a criminal!" Billie shouted when I saw him steal a sip of my liquor.
"Yesh you aww!" I shouted, falling on the floor laughing. I accidentally fell on Darren with a thud. He let out a cry of... either pleasure or he was hurt.
"Hi Darren!" I said, still lying on top of him. He grunted.
"Geoff!" he muttered. I smiled down at him.
"Geooff!" he said, laughing. I guess he meant get off so I rolled over. He rolled on top of me.
"Oof." a weird noise came out of my mouth. He giggled.
"When the fuck did we get ice cream!" I heard Billie shout, taking a scoop of ice cream out of the package. He shoved it in his mouth and fell on the floor moaning.
"Since when is ice cream cold!" he said, grasping his head. I giggled at him.
"It wash is the fweezer dumbass!" I shouted. He was silent. Darren crawled off of me and I went to go see what was wrong with Billie, he had passed out.
** *
I woke up to someone walking, or rather stumbling around OUR hotel room.
"Billie, what the fuck are you doing here? How did you get in here? Why the fuck does my head hurt like a mother fucker?" I asked. Billie had a medicine bottle and tossed it at me. It hit my head.
"Ow, what the fuck was that for?" I yelled, taking out two pills and pegged Billie with the bottle.
"Ow, I'm sorry!" he whined, dodging the bottle. That woke Darren up.
"Ugg." He groaned, holding his head. He got a few pills.
"I'm going to take a shower." I said, getting up. Darren pouted.
"Not right now," I said, shaking my head. He nodded.
"How did you get in here?" he asked, pointing at Billie. He shrugged.
"Is Tre here?" he asked. We searched around the suite to find him with his hands down his pants.
"Get the fuck up, Cool." I said. He awoke.
"Oh, hi Chelsea." He said, finally taking his hands out of his pants.
"Tre,, ya know I love you, but please get the fuck out of the shower."
***
"So, who is the lucky boy?" asked Cade. I sighed. I was on the phone with an old friend of mine.
"You wouldn't believe it if I told you." I said. I had just gotten out of the shower while everyone else was outside. I had a fever so I was stuck inside.
"Spill it dammit! Oh, that rhymed." He muttered.
"Darren." I mumbled. I heard a gasp on the other end of the line. I laughed.
"Emigod, the guy that hated you! Oh, he is such a hottie." He replied. Cade was gay, and he was one of the coolest people you would ever meet.
"He never hated me, but yeah, he's hot, funny, sweet, horny, smart, I could go on for hours." I said, dreamily. Cade chuckled.
"You're in love." He stated. I nodded and then realized that he couldn't see me.
"Yeah, I know." I said, I could almost see him smile. His voice showed it all.
"Honey, does he have a brother?" Cade joked.
"Nope, he has a sister, though. She's such a sweetheart." I said, throwing a soft ball at the wall. I heard a sigh.
"Damn, I wish I was straight." He muttered. I laughed.
"You're fine just the way you are." I said. He laughed.
"I know, I'm god damned sexy," he laughed. I smiled.
"Yes, yes you are." I said in a posh voice. He chuckled.
"Alright babe, I got to go. I'll see you later, love ya." He said.
"Love you too." I said and hung up.
"Aww, you complimented me. I'm flattered," I heard Darren's voice say.
"Holy shit, you scared me." I said, raising my hand to my chest for emphasis.
"So you think I'm hot, smart, funny, sweet, and horny?" he asked, deviously. I nodded my head and raised an eyebrow.
"I could take it all back." I stated, shrugging my shoulders. He laughed.
"Flattery gets you everywhere sweetheart." He said, sitting down next to me on the bed. He lay down next to me.
"So who was that?" he asked. I smiled and scooted closer to him.
"Cade, an old friend of mine." I muttered. He pressed his lips against mine. I pulled back.
"I'm sick." I said softly. He nodded.
"Sorry." He said. I smiled.
"Wanna watch Celebrity Death Match with me?" I asked. He nodded and brought me closer, holding me in his arms. We turned on the T.V.
"Backstreet Boys!" I shouted.
"Beastie Boys!" Darren shouted.
"Backstreet!" I yelled.
"Beastie!" he yelled back.
"The backstreet boys are so much hotter, although one is a drunk and the other is a woman beater." I said.
"That is not something you tell your boyfriend, but I have to agree." He muttered. I giggled and turned off the T.V.
"Truth or dare?" I asked. He thought for a moment.
"Truth." He stated.
"Are you bi?" I asked, scooting closer. He blushed.
"Yeah," he said quietly. I smiled.
"This may sound weird, but that's hot." I said.
"Truth or dare?" he asked. I didn't even think.
"Dare." I muttered. He grinned evilly.
"I dare you to... fuck, I don't know any good dares... " he said, scratching his neck embarrassed. I smiled at him.
"Truth." I mumbled, playing with his hair.
"Did you mean all those things you said about me?" he asked like a child. I nodded as he brushed my thigh.
"Apparently I was right about the horniness." I muttered. He nodded childishly.
"Yep, I'm always horny, around you." He cooed, "See, if it wasn't for you I wouldn't be like this." He finished. I rolled my eyes.
"There are girls a lot prettier than I am." I mumbled. He shook his head.
"Not to me." He said. I looked into his black eyes and smiled.
"You're such a sweetheart." I muttered.
"I'm gonna get laid!" I heard Sean yell as Kirin tried to calm him down. I laughed.
"Another perfect moment ruined courtesy of our best friends." I said, burring my face in his shoulder. He yawned and rubbed my back. He kissed my neck.
"Well, we should crash. G'night babe." He said as I silently agreed. He shut off the light as we drifted off into a much needed slumber.
***
"Wake up." Darren said, pulling the blankets off of me. I sat up.
"Good morning to you too. I love you too." I replied sarcastically. He rolled his eyes. That hurt. I coughed and got up, rubbing my head. I left to go to the bathroom without another word. I cleaned myself up and then noticed how pale I looked. Sickly pale. Not my normal pale as the moon skin. I sighed as I brushed my hair and applied my eyeliner. I decided on a black t-shirt with a rainbow t-shirt, rainbow studded belt, and some black jeans. I pulled up my hair in a bun and went to pack my bags. I breezed past Darren without any acknowledgement. I threw my clothes into my suitcase and headed towards the bus, opening the trunk at the bottom and throwing my luggage in. I saw Darren heading my way, a look of happiness spread across his face.
"Hey babe." He muttered. I ignored him. He raised an eyebrow.
"What crawled up your ass this morning?" he said sharply. I didn't understand what crawled HIS ass this morning.
"You Darren! What the hell was with you this morning? It's seven fucking A.M. in the morning. No one else is up. I hardly brought anything that would take long to pack!" I said sharply. Darren nodded.
"I'm uh... fuck it." He said, pushing me against the bus and kissing me hard on the lips. He pulled away and smiled. I glared at him for a moment before I realized what he was doing.
"Cute. Those Nicholas Sparks books have been getting to you." I smiled. He nodded.
"He writes Science Fiction too, ya know." He said, crossing his arms matter-o-factly
"Yeah, whatever." I said, sarcastically. He smiled and nodded. I pushed a strand of hair out of my face.
"I'm gonna go back to bed." I yawned. He nodded.
"Do you want any medicine?" he asked sleepily. I nodded.
"Thanks," I said, taking the pills. I went onto the bus and laid down on one of the bunks.
"Night Darren." I yawned.
"Night babe." He said and kissed my temple.
***
"Billie, come on, get up." I said, shaking his shoulder.
"Merfkinn." He muttered.
"What the fuck is a merfkinn?" I muttered. I sighed and got on the bed and started jumping up and down. He bolted up.
"Please don't hurt me." He yelled. I laughed.
"Yes Billie, I'm going to beat your ass." I said, still laughing.
"Shut up Woods." He muttered. I sighed.
"Well, then wake the fuck up Armstrong," I muttered. He pulled back the covers. I snatched them away so he slapped my hand.
"Don't you dare make me bitch slap you." I warned. He sat up.
"Okay, okay, I'll get up." He mumbled, pissed off. I smirked.
"Good, be down at breakfast by nine." I said, smiling as he glared at me. I grabbed his face and kissed both of his cheeks.
"Glad we had this talk. Breakfast at nine, got it?" I asked. He nodded sleepily. I grabbed the covers and stuffed them in a corner so he wouldn't tried to go back to sleep.
"You're an ass." He mumbled sarcastically.
"In the flesh," I said and left the room. I stumbled down to the breakfast room.
"Where are we, Terrance?" I asked Darren. Darren's whole name was Darren Miguel Terrance.
"Orlando, Florida." He said, taking a sip of his steaming coffee. I waited a second and...
"Ah! It burns!" said Darren, dabbing his tongue with a napkin. I giggled.
"That was stupid." I murmur, sliding in the seat next to Michelle.
"Hey bitch, long time no see." I said, hugging her. She nodded.
"Wade kept me busy." She giggled. I smiled and nodded.
"He sounds like a killer." I said, nodding.
"He is, he looks just like Mark Hoppus." She gushed. I laughed.
"I never liked him much, but he seems to keep you happy." I said, taking a sip of my cold latte.
"He really does, he's so sweet, kind, caring, oh god I can go on for hours." She was truly happy. Like I was.
"Hey bitch." Billie said, sliding in the booth next to Darren.
"I'm not a bitch, unlike you." I muttered taking another sip of my drink. Billie laughed and rolled his eyes. He tried to take my drink but I slapped his hand away.
"Nope." I muttered, taking another drink to rub it in his face.
"Bitch." He muttered. I smiled.
"Not this again." He said, running a hand through his newly dyed brown hair.
"You dyed your hair, asshole." I smirked. He nodded.
"Unlike you-" he started to say before I cut him off.
"Kiwi Billie." I giggled. He glared at me.
"Raspberry Chelsea." He said, sticking his tongue out.
"Shut the fuck up Armstrong." I said menacingly. He laughed as Darren looked at his coffee with horror.
"Attack the coffee, don't let the coffee attack you." I giggled. Darren glared at me.
"I won't, trust me." He muttered. I laughed at him as he stuck his tongue out at me. I sighed and rolled my eyes playfully.
"Well I'm gonna head off to the bus, I want a popsicle." I said. Everyone nodded me off. I went to the bus and got a popsicle. Tre was laying down on his bunk, staring at the ceiling. I decided to go visit him so I picked up his legs, sat down, and settled his legs on my lap.
"Hey Tre, is something wrong?" I asked. He shook his head and sat up.
"Nope, just tired." He yawned, laying his head on my shoulder.
"Tell me about it." I said, now yawning myself. He picked his head off of my shoulder.
"I want a popsicle." He said, getting up and taking a purple one out of the mini freezer. He sat back down on the bed and took a bite, smiling.
"I haven't had one of these in a week." He smiled. I laughed.
"I'm sorry." I said, smiling.
"You can't live without them," he said, finishing the ice treat and throwing it in the garbage.
"Chelsea, can I ask you a question?" he asked, folding his legs Indian style.
"Ask away." I said, raising an eyebrow.
"Did you go to college?" he asked. I nodded.
"I got a degree for being a chef, that and a Master's Degree in technology." I said. He nodded.
"Wow, you can cook? And work with computers? That's pretty cool." He said, going bug eyed. I smiled.
"I guess I ought to cook for once around here. Eating out isn't that fun." I sighed. Tre nodded.
"That would be cool." He said.
"Yeah." I said awkwardly. The bus door opened and Billie Joe and Darren walked in. They saw Tre and I sitting on the bunk and decided to join us.
"Hey, what are you guys talking about?" Billie asked.
"College." Tre answered, looking at Billie.
"Ah, okay." Billie said, looking confused. I started to stare off into space. I wasn't aware of the people calling my name until I felt someone kiss me on the neck.
"Huh, what?" I asked. Everyone surrounding me laughed.
"We're leaving to go to Wal-Mart." Billie said. I nodded and went to my own bunk, where Darren followed. I laid down while Darren rubbed my thigh.
"Are you trying to seduce me?" I asked, he nodded, now giving me a seductive look. I almost gave in.
"Is it working?" he said, his seducing eyes brightening. I nodded.
"Too bad we're on a tour bus." I teased, he sighed.
"There is a bath-" he started to say before I cut him off.
"That Sean and Kirin are now using." I smirked. He sighed.
"Dammit." He said softly, resting his hand on my thigh. This made me laugh.
"Don't worry, they should be out soon." I whispered. He nodded, lifting up my magenta hair and gently kissing my neck. He rearranged himself so I was almost on top of him, while he was still kissing my neck. I softly moaned.
"Hey, you guys, we can see and hear you!" I heard Mike shout. Poor Mike, Brittany had to stay in Orlando. Darren gave me one last bite on the neck for Billie to make fun of. Billie was already on a roll.
"Hey Chelsea, you really need to get rid of that dog." He smirked.
"Shut the fuck up Armstrong." I muttered, scooting closer to Darren.
"Why don't you Woods?" he asked. I flipped him off as Darren started to spoon me.
"You-"
"Shut up, Armstrong." Darren mocked before I could say anything. I playfully hit him on the chest.
"You're an ass." I squealed.
"You have a nice ass." He said, wiggling his eyebrows. I grew quiet.
"Well, you aren't very subtle." I said softly. I could hear Billie laugh. I sighed as I got up and Darren tried to pull me down.
"Come back." He whined. I told him to wait and went behind Billie's bunk with a pillow. He didn't know I was there. I raised the pillow and hit him square in the face.
"Fuck my mom!" he said as he fell of the bed. I laughed as I sat down on the floor next to him; he was still in his state of shock.
"Revenge is sweet, babe." I said, getting up and going to back to where Darren was. Tre was laughing at Billie.
"Man, you have to admit that you deserved that." He said, wiping a few tears from laughter away from his eyes.
"Fuck off Tre." Billie said, still lying on the floor.
"Ha ha." I laughed.
"You're a bitch." Billie muttered, finally picking himself off of the floor. I nodded my head and smiled.
"In the flesh." I said cheerfully. He gave me a death glare. If looks could kill. Tre seemed to have read my mind at this point, pointing at Billie's face.
"If looks could kill." He muttered. I giggled as I rolled my eyes.
"Dammit Chelsea, shut up." Billie yelled. I glared at him.
""So you can mess with people but people can't mess with you?" I said angrily. I flipped him off and went to the bathroom.
"Kirin, Sean, get the fuck out!" I yelled banging on the door. I heard muffled sighs and they tumbled out. I looked at Darren and glared.
"Get your ass in here." I mumbled, watching Darren run over to me, gently pushing me into the small room ad slamming the door behind him.
***
"Chelsea." I heard a whisper. I moaned and buried my face in my pillow.
"Cheeelsea." I heard the same person whisper. I pretended like I couldn't hear them.
"Chelsea!" the person said a bit louder, getting off their bunk and shaking me on the shoulders.
"What the fuck do you want Mike? It's two thirty in the morning." I said sharply.
"I'm bored." He whined. I looked at him with disbelief.
"Mike, it's not my job to entertain-"
"You're a rockstar."
"That's beside the point, and so are you, but I'm not waking you up at two thirty in the morning! Go annoy Billie." I muttered. He sighed overdramatically.
"He told me to annoy you-"" he started before I sat up.
"Billie dammit" I whispered harshly. Mike laughed.
"Okay, Mike, what do you want to do? I have an idea." I said. Billie was sound asleep. I got out my water proof makeup and gave some of it to Mike. He smiled deviously as I put a thick rim of light purple eyeliner around his eyes. I took out the bright pink eye shadow and gave it to Mike.
"You're a natural." I laughed.
"Shuddap." He muttered, quietly snapping the box shut. I took out the lipstick, which was bright red. I smirked as I rimmed his full lips with the bright red substance.
"Something's missing." Mike said, rubbing his chin. I nodded. I then snapped my fingers.
"Blush!" I whispered. I got a pack of disposable blush.
"Yes!" Mike whispered as I finished our "masterpiece". He yawned.
"Okay, I'm going to bed now." He said, yawning again. I crawled in beside Darren.
"Night Chelsea." Mike whispered.
"Night mike." I muttered. I felt Darren spoon me.
"Darren?" I asked. He yawned.
"Yeah?" he asked. I smirked and kissed him on the nose.
"Night babe, I love you." I mumbled.
"I love you too." He said as I drifted back to sleep.
***
"Chelsea! Mike!" I heard a scream. I got up.
"What is it with Green Day and their waking me up?" I moaned, sitting up. I saw Billie's angered face.
"What the fuck do you want Billie?" I asked, trying not to laugh. He pointed to his face.
"What the fuck did you two do to my face?" I rolled my eyes.
"What made you think we did it?" I asked.
"I told Mike to annoy you last night." He smirked.
"You look very pretty BJ." I said, mocking him.
"Dammit." I said as he lunged for me.
"Hey, Tre, have you seen Darren anywhere?" I asked. Tre shook his head and took a sip of the beer he was holding.
"Nope, have you seen Tessa anywhere?" he asked. I shook my head.
"I thought you said you broke up with her." I mumbled. Tre nodded.
"I did, but she wouldn't leave me alone." He said, nodding to himself. I smiled as he lifted his arm around my shoulder in a friendly way.
"I have to go to the bathroom." I said, getting up and saying that I'd be right back. I would wish I would have never gone to the bathroom.
***
Darren woke up in the bathroom, fully nude, holding a girl in his arms.
'I guess Chelsea and I couldn't wait... ' he thought until he turned over. He saw the back of a brown haired girl.
'Dear god, please let this be Chelsea wearing a wig' his luck struck out when the girl turned over in her sleep.
"Oh my fucking god." He said, jumping up. Right beside him was Tessa, and his luck took a turn for the worse when he saw me standing in the door way.
"Chelsea," he whispered when he saw a few stray tears run down my face, dropping onto the floor. I turned away and flew down the stairs and into someone. That someone was Billie. He turned around to see me crying.
"Chelsea? Chelsea, what's wrong?" he asked, holding me back trying to get the answer out of me. I shook my head and tore off to find Tre. He took one look at me and stood up.
"Chelsea? Chelsea, what the fuck happened?" he said, hugging me.
"I found Tessa," I muttered angrily.
"What does she have to do with anything? Oh, shit, Chelsea what did she do?" he asked, feeling shitty. I wiped a few tears from my eyes and looked at him.
"Darren, Tessa, the bathroom floor, that's all that has to be said." I said, now sobbing. I saw Darren stumble down the stairs, trying to get his shirt on. I then buried my face into Tre's Made hoodie, because seeing Darren would make my heart shatter into a million pieces. I saw Darren from the corner of my eye heading our way. I began to sob harder.
"Chelsea," he whispered again, making it hard for me to breathe. Tre was rubbing my back, trying to calm me down. Sean, Kas, and Mike had all gone home with their girlfriends, and Billie was heading over to where we were.
"Tre, what is wrong?" Billie demanded. I could only shake my head. Tre was still holding me.
"Hey Darren, I need to talk to you," Billie said, pulling Darren away from our little group.
"Darren, what happened?" Billie said, holding onto his shoulders. Darren took a shaky breath.
"Something happened man, I don't remember doing anything, and the next thing I know I'm on the floor naked with Tessa." Daren said, trying to hold back tears.
"Wait, wasn't she buying you all of those drinks?" Billie asked, snapping his fingers. Darren nodded and raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah, I thought it was to say sorry for talking all that shit about Chelsea." He sniffed. Billie nodded.
"You said you didn't remember anything, right? Do you have this drugged up feeling in the pit of your stomach?" he asked. Darren nodded.
"Really, there's not even a blur, and I do have a really bad stomachache." Darren said. Billie nodded sympathetically.
"You were drugged, your drink was spiked." He said, helping Darren up off of the table.
"Ya think Chelsea is gonna believe that? No, probably not." Darren sulked, finally wiping a tear from his eye.
"I can explain it to her, it happens all the time." Billie soothed. Darren got up and thanked the older man.
"Thanks, but I think I need to talk to her first," he said, making his way over to me.
"I fell so fast, and so hard, this hurts Tre, it hurts worse than the death of Nate, and I don't know why. What if this isn't the first time Tre? What if this has been going on the whole four months we've been going out?" I sobbed.
"Chelsea, please, trust me when I say that I didn't mean to do anything to hurt you." Darren said. I just shook my head.
"So you're a fucking walking contradiction, eh? You just slept with the girl I despise, and you call that not hurting me?" I cried pathetically. Darren shook his head, wiping a few tears from my eyes.
"He was drugged, Tessa admitted it." I heard Billie's voice in the background. I turned towards Darren, who was looking at Billie.
"Is this true?" I asked. Billie nodded.
"She was doing it to get back at y-" he started to say before he saw me knock Darren over, pressing my lips against his, hard. It wasn't too long until we were making out to the fullest extent on the floor. They let us be until I started unzipping Darren's pants and Darren started to pull off my shirt.
"Okay guys, I think it's time to go back to the hotel." Billie said, smiling. We didn't listen so Tre sighed.
"Guys, get the fuck up!" he screamed. Me and Darren pulled away, collecting our composure.
"Yeah, we do need to get back to the hotel." I said, getting up and dusting off my shirt.
"I'm glad you guys are happy, but I'll have you know that you just let the whole place see you're free porn." Billie said, watching Darren and I interact with complete amusement. Funny how we could be the worst couple one minute and then all lovey dovey the next minute.
"I love you Chelsea." Darren said, kissing my face. We were both still kind of drunk.
"I love you too Darren," I said, kissing his cheek. Billie and Tre laughed at or antics. I rolled my eyes.
"So who is going to drive?" I asked. Billie and Tre decided to stay up front, giving Darren and I the back to ourselves.
"Hurry up!" Darren yelled, stealing a kiss.
"Jeeze, Billie, they're worse than you and Adie on your honeymoon." Tre muttered. Billie looked at us.
"I dunno, Adie and I got kicked out of a cab once, her shirt was torn off." Billie said, biting his lip. Tre chuckled.
"Yeah, but I bet they'll get worse if we don't haul ass." He replied. Billie looked at me.
"Hey Chelsea, did you get bitten by a dog?" Billie asked. I shook my head.
"No, why?" I asked, scratching my neck.
"There is a bite mark on your neck." He said, laughing. I rolled my eyes and blushed.
"Shaddup, man whore with the lemony scented hair." I said. He sighed.
"Bitch." He muttered.
"Whore." I said back.
"Prostitute." He mumbled, looking out the window.
"Mother fucker." I spat.
"Michael Jackson." He said, blushing. I giggled.
"Is that all you can come up with?" I laughed. He sadly nodded.
'Don't worry Jillie Boe, everything will be alright. Michael Jackson won't harm you." I said, patting his hair, "because you're a girl." I finished. He glared at me.
"At least my neck isn't going to turn purple." He snapped.
"You're jealous." I giggled. Billie Joe sadly nodded.
"Yes, you bitch! I love Darren. Darren, I thought we had something going on!" Billie fake sobbed.
"I'm sorry Billie, but getting it in the ass was getting boring." Muttered Darren, holding on to Billie's shoulder.
"So you were using me for sex? You bastard! Chelsea girl, I'd stay far away from him, he is a PIMP!" he yelled, shaking his head and snapping his fingers. I looked at Darren.
"Does uh, that mean I'm a ho?" I asked, scratching my neck. Billie nodded.
"Yeah, you're that one girl off of that music video, the one that was shaking her ass... " Billie said. Tre decided to join in.
"Mmm hhmm." He said in valley girl tone. I nodded.
"I'm a ho and proud of it!" I yelled, getting stares from the car beside us. I smiled at them.
"Chelsea, you're gonna need a scarf for that dog bite."? Billie teased. I slapped him on the arm.
"Okay, I get it. Darren fucking bit me, okay? He's a fucking vampire." I muttered. Darren raised an eyebrow.
"I am not a vampire." He said, defending himself. I shook my head.
"Figure of speech dumbass." I said, rolling my eyes. Darren pouted as Billie laughed.
"Let it go already!" I yelled, exasperated. He kept laughing.
"I will bite you!" I growled. He shook his head.
"I'd like to see you t-" he started to say before I took his arm and bit him. He screamed like a bitch. Tre was laughing his ass off. We arrived at the hotel.
"This reminds me of my mum. When my brother bit me, she would bite him back, but softly." I said, tearing up at the thought of my brother.
"Hey Chelsea, what's wrong?" Billie asked.
"Ah, talking about my brother gets to me." I said, shaking my head.
"Why?" Tre asked.
"He's dead." I stated simply. It was silent. I looked down at the ground, thinking of that one painful memory.
"Chelsea!" my brother John called. I looked at him. I was fourteen and everything was going great until that day. I looked behind me to see my brother catching up.
"Chelsea, tell mum I'm hanging out with Shane!" he said, giving me a kiss on the cheek.
"Bye!" he said, scurrying off. Shane was my cousin.
"Bye! I love you!" I called.
"Love you too!" he yelled back.
When I got home, my parents were crying. I asked them what's wrong. I was not ready for the answer.
"Chelsea, you know how Shane has those drug problems?" my mum asked. I nodded my head and set my bag on the kitchen table. She sniffed and shook her head.
"Your brother and Shane were smoking joints, it turns out Shane's joint was laced with PCP. Shane didn't know what was happening and ended up beating your brother to death." She cried. I shook my head.
"No, you're lying. Shane is sober!" I yelled, but the look on her face told me otherwise. I ran up to my room and slammed the door. That was when my mum actually caught me slitting my wrists.
"Oh my god." Billie said, hugging me. I shook my head.
"Hey, it's fine, it's all left in the past." I said, smiling faintly. "That's why I don't do drugs." I muttered.
"Hey, Chelsea, have you ever done drugs?" Billie asked. I was silent until I looked up.
"Nope, they're not my thing." I said, looking at him from underneath my reading glasses. I was reading 'Velocity' by Dean Koontz.
"Oh, how come?" he asked. I shrugged.
"It's just not my thing." I stated firmly, folding the corner of my page and setting the book down heading off to the park.
"Oh... " he said, for lack of a better word.
"So, are we getting trashed, or are we getting trashed?" Tre yelled, trying to lighten up the mood. I giggled and nodded.
"Yeah, that's what I need most." I yelled, pumping my fists in the air.
***
"Tre, no!" I slurred as he lunged for me. I giggled as he landed face first on the floor. Darren was giggling on the floor like a mad man.
"I'm not *hiccup* a criminal!" Billie shouted when I saw him steal a sip of my liquor.
"Yesh you aww!" I shouted, falling on the floor laughing. I accidentally fell on Darren with a thud. He let out a cry of... either pleasure or he was hurt.
"Hi Darren!" I said, still lying on top of him. He grunted.
"Geoff!" he muttered. I smiled down at him.
"Geooff!" he said, laughing. I guess he meant get off so I rolled over. He rolled on top of me.
"Oof." a weird noise came out of my mouth. He giggled.
"When the fuck did we get ice cream!" I heard Billie shout, taking a scoop of ice cream out of the package. He shoved it in his mouth and fell on the floor moaning.
"Since when is ice cream cold!" he said, grasping his head. I giggled at him.
"It wash is the fweezer dumbass!" I shouted. He was silent. Darren crawled off of me and I went to go see what was wrong with Billie, he had passed out.
** *
I woke up to someone walking, or rather stumbling around OUR hotel room.
"Billie, what the fuck are you doing here? How did you get in here? Why the fuck does my head hurt like a mother fucker?" I asked. Billie had a medicine bottle and tossed it at me. It hit my head.
"Ow, what the fuck was that for?" I yelled, taking out two pills and pegged Billie with the bottle.
"Ow, I'm sorry!" he whined, dodging the bottle. That woke Darren up.
"Ugg." He groaned, holding his head. He got a few pills.
"I'm going to take a shower." I said, getting up. Darren pouted.
"Not right now," I said, shaking my head. He nodded.
"How did you get in here?" he asked, pointing at Billie. He shrugged.
"Is Tre here?" he asked. We searched around the suite to find him with his hands down his pants.
"Get the fuck up, Cool." I said. He awoke.
"Oh, hi Chelsea." He said, finally taking his hands out of his pants.
"Tre,, ya know I love you, but please get the fuck out of the shower."
***
"So, who is the lucky boy?" asked Cade. I sighed. I was on the phone with an old friend of mine.
"You wouldn't believe it if I told you." I said. I had just gotten out of the shower while everyone else was outside. I had a fever so I was stuck inside.
"Spill it dammit! Oh, that rhymed." He muttered.
"Darren." I mumbled. I heard a gasp on the other end of the line. I laughed.
"Emigod, the guy that hated you! Oh, he is such a hottie." He replied. Cade was gay, and he was one of the coolest people you would ever meet.
"He never hated me, but yeah, he's hot, funny, sweet, horny, smart, I could go on for hours." I said, dreamily. Cade chuckled.
"You're in love." He stated. I nodded and then realized that he couldn't see me.
"Yeah, I know." I said, I could almost see him smile. His voice showed it all.
"Honey, does he have a brother?" Cade joked.
"Nope, he has a sister, though. She's such a sweetheart." I said, throwing a soft ball at the wall. I heard a sigh.
"Damn, I wish I was straight." He muttered. I laughed.
"You're fine just the way you are." I said. He laughed.
"I know, I'm god damned sexy," he laughed. I smiled.
"Yes, yes you are." I said in a posh voice. He chuckled.
"Alright babe, I got to go. I'll see you later, love ya." He said.
"Love you too." I said and hung up.
"Aww, you complimented me. I'm flattered," I heard Darren's voice say.
"Holy shit, you scared me." I said, raising my hand to my chest for emphasis.
"So you think I'm hot, smart, funny, sweet, and horny?" he asked, deviously. I nodded my head and raised an eyebrow.
"I could take it all back." I stated, shrugging my shoulders. He laughed.
"Flattery gets you everywhere sweetheart." He said, sitting down next to me on the bed. He lay down next to me.
"So who was that?" he asked. I smiled and scooted closer to him.
"Cade, an old friend of mine." I muttered. He pressed his lips against mine. I pulled back.
"I'm sick." I said softly. He nodded.
"Sorry." He said. I smiled.
"Wanna watch Celebrity Death Match with me?" I asked. He nodded and brought me closer, holding me in his arms. We turned on the T.V.
"Backstreet Boys!" I shouted.
"Beastie Boys!" Darren shouted.
"Backstreet!" I yelled.
"Beastie!" he yelled back.
"The backstreet boys are so much hotter, although one is a drunk and the other is a woman beater." I said.
"That is not something you tell your boyfriend, but I have to agree." He muttered. I giggled and turned off the T.V.
"Truth or dare?" I asked. He thought for a moment.
"Truth." He stated.
"Are you bi?" I asked, scooting closer. He blushed.
"Yeah," he said quietly. I smiled.
"This may sound weird, but that's hot." I said.
"Truth or dare?" he asked. I didn't even think.
"Dare." I muttered. He grinned evilly.
"I dare you to... fuck, I don't know any good dares... " he said, scratching his neck embarrassed. I smiled at him.
"Truth." I mumbled, playing with his hair.
"Did you mean all those things you said about me?" he asked like a child. I nodded as he brushed my thigh.
"Apparently I was right about the horniness." I muttered. He nodded childishly.
"Yep, I'm always horny, around you." He cooed, "See, if it wasn't for you I wouldn't be like this." He finished. I rolled my eyes.
"There are girls a lot prettier than I am." I mumbled. He shook his head.
"Not to me." He said. I looked into his black eyes and smiled.
"You're such a sweetheart." I muttered.
"I'm gonna get laid!" I heard Sean yell as Kirin tried to calm him down. I laughed.
"Another perfect moment ruined courtesy of our best friends." I said, burring my face in his shoulder. He yawned and rubbed my back. He kissed my neck.
"Well, we should crash. G'night babe." He said as I silently agreed. He shut off the light as we drifted off into a much needed slumber.
***
"Wake up." Darren said, pulling the blankets off of me. I sat up.
"Good morning to you too. I love you too." I replied sarcastically. He rolled his eyes. That hurt. I coughed and got up, rubbing my head. I left to go to the bathroom without another word. I cleaned myself up and then noticed how pale I looked. Sickly pale. Not my normal pale as the moon skin. I sighed as I brushed my hair and applied my eyeliner. I decided on a black t-shirt with a rainbow t-shirt, rainbow studded belt, and some black jeans. I pulled up my hair in a bun and went to pack my bags. I breezed past Darren without any acknowledgement. I threw my clothes into my suitcase and headed towards the bus, opening the trunk at the bottom and throwing my luggage in. I saw Darren heading my way, a look of happiness spread across his face.
"Hey babe." He muttered. I ignored him. He raised an eyebrow.
"What crawled up your ass this morning?" he said sharply. I didn't understand what crawled HIS ass this morning.
"You Darren! What the hell was with you this morning? It's seven fucking A.M. in the morning. No one else is up. I hardly brought anything that would take long to pack!" I said sharply. Darren nodded.
"I'm uh... fuck it." He said, pushing me against the bus and kissing me hard on the lips. He pulled away and smiled. I glared at him for a moment before I realized what he was doing.
"Cute. Those Nicholas Sparks books have been getting to you." I smiled. He nodded.
"He writes Science Fiction too, ya know." He said, crossing his arms matter-o-factly
"Yeah, whatever." I said, sarcastically. He smiled and nodded. I pushed a strand of hair out of my face.
"I'm gonna go back to bed." I yawned. He nodded.
"Do you want any medicine?" he asked sleepily. I nodded.
"Thanks," I said, taking the pills. I went onto the bus and laid down on one of the bunks.
"Night Darren." I yawned.
"Night babe." He said and kissed my temple.
***
"Billie, come on, get up." I said, shaking his shoulder.
"Merfkinn." He muttered.
"What the fuck is a merfkinn?" I muttered. I sighed and got on the bed and started jumping up and down. He bolted up.
"Please don't hurt me." He yelled. I laughed.
"Yes Billie, I'm going to beat your ass." I said, still laughing.
"Shut up Woods." He muttered. I sighed.
"Well, then wake the fuck up Armstrong," I muttered. He pulled back the covers. I snatched them away so he slapped my hand.
"Don't you dare make me bitch slap you." I warned. He sat up.
"Okay, okay, I'll get up." He mumbled, pissed off. I smirked.
"Good, be down at breakfast by nine." I said, smiling as he glared at me. I grabbed his face and kissed both of his cheeks.
"Glad we had this talk. Breakfast at nine, got it?" I asked. He nodded sleepily. I grabbed the covers and stuffed them in a corner so he wouldn't tried to go back to sleep.
"You're an ass." He mumbled sarcastically.
"In the flesh," I said and left the room. I stumbled down to the breakfast room.
"Where are we, Terrance?" I asked Darren. Darren's whole name was Darren Miguel Terrance.
"Orlando, Florida." He said, taking a sip of his steaming coffee. I waited a second and...
"Ah! It burns!" said Darren, dabbing his tongue with a napkin. I giggled.
"That was stupid." I murmur, sliding in the seat next to Michelle.
"Hey bitch, long time no see." I said, hugging her. She nodded.
"Wade kept me busy." She giggled. I smiled and nodded.
"He sounds like a killer." I said, nodding.
"He is, he looks just like Mark Hoppus." She gushed. I laughed.
"I never liked him much, but he seems to keep you happy." I said, taking a sip of my cold latte.
"He really does, he's so sweet, kind, caring, oh god I can go on for hours." She was truly happy. Like I was.
"Hey bitch." Billie said, sliding in the booth next to Darren.
"I'm not a bitch, unlike you." I muttered taking another sip of my drink. Billie laughed and rolled his eyes. He tried to take my drink but I slapped his hand away.
"Nope." I muttered, taking another drink to rub it in his face.
"Bitch." He muttered. I smiled.
"Not this again." He said, running a hand through his newly dyed brown hair.
"You dyed your hair, asshole." I smirked. He nodded.
"Unlike you-" he started to say before I cut him off.
"Kiwi Billie." I giggled. He glared at me.
"Raspberry Chelsea." He said, sticking his tongue out.
"Shut the fuck up Armstrong." I said menacingly. He laughed as Darren looked at his coffee with horror.
"Attack the coffee, don't let the coffee attack you." I giggled. Darren glared at me.
"I won't, trust me." He muttered. I laughed at him as he stuck his tongue out at me. I sighed and rolled my eyes playfully.
"Well I'm gonna head off to the bus, I want a popsicle." I said. Everyone nodded me off. I went to the bus and got a popsicle. Tre was laying down on his bunk, staring at the ceiling. I decided to go visit him so I picked up his legs, sat down, and settled his legs on my lap.
"Hey Tre, is something wrong?" I asked. He shook his head and sat up.
"Nope, just tired." He yawned, laying his head on my shoulder.
"Tell me about it." I said, now yawning myself. He picked his head off of my shoulder.
"I want a popsicle." He said, getting up and taking a purple one out of the mini freezer. He sat back down on the bed and took a bite, smiling.
"I haven't had one of these in a week." He smiled. I laughed.
"I'm sorry." I said, smiling.
"You can't live without them," he said, finishing the ice treat and throwing it in the garbage.
"Chelsea, can I ask you a question?" he asked, folding his legs Indian style.
"Ask away." I said, raising an eyebrow.
"Did you go to college?" he asked. I nodded.
"I got a degree for being a chef, that and a Master's Degree in technology." I said. He nodded.
"Wow, you can cook? And work with computers? That's pretty cool." He said, going bug eyed. I smiled.
"I guess I ought to cook for once around here. Eating out isn't that fun." I sighed. Tre nodded.
"That would be cool." He said.
"Yeah." I said awkwardly. The bus door opened and Billie Joe and Darren walked in. They saw Tre and I sitting on the bunk and decided to join us.
"Hey, what are you guys talking about?" Billie asked.
"College." Tre answered, looking at Billie.
"Ah, okay." Billie said, looking confused. I started to stare off into space. I wasn't aware of the people calling my name until I felt someone kiss me on the neck.
"Huh, what?" I asked. Everyone surrounding me laughed.
"We're leaving to go to Wal-Mart." Billie said. I nodded and went to my own bunk, where Darren followed. I laid down while Darren rubbed my thigh.
"Are you trying to seduce me?" I asked, he nodded, now giving me a seductive look. I almost gave in.
"Is it working?" he said, his seducing eyes brightening. I nodded.
"Too bad we're on a tour bus." I teased, he sighed.
"There is a bath-" he started to say before I cut him off.
"That Sean and Kirin are now using." I smirked. He sighed.
"Dammit." He said softly, resting his hand on my thigh. This made me laugh.
"Don't worry, they should be out soon." I whispered. He nodded, lifting up my magenta hair and gently kissing my neck. He rearranged himself so I was almost on top of him, while he was still kissing my neck. I softly moaned.
"Hey, you guys, we can see and hear you!" I heard Mike shout. Poor Mike, Brittany had to stay in Orlando. Darren gave me one last bite on the neck for Billie to make fun of. Billie was already on a roll.
"Hey Chelsea, you really need to get rid of that dog." He smirked.
"Shut the fuck up Armstrong." I muttered, scooting closer to Darren.
"Why don't you Woods?" he asked. I flipped him off as Darren started to spoon me.
"You-"
"Shut up, Armstrong." Darren mocked before I could say anything. I playfully hit him on the chest.
"You're an ass." I squealed.
"You have a nice ass." He said, wiggling his eyebrows. I grew quiet.
"Well, you aren't very subtle." I said softly. I could hear Billie laugh. I sighed as I got up and Darren tried to pull me down.
"Come back." He whined. I told him to wait and went behind Billie's bunk with a pillow. He didn't know I was there. I raised the pillow and hit him square in the face.
"Fuck my mom!" he said as he fell of the bed. I laughed as I sat down on the floor next to him; he was still in his state of shock.
"Revenge is sweet, babe." I said, getting up and going to back to where Darren was. Tre was laughing at Billie.
"Man, you have to admit that you deserved that." He said, wiping a few tears from laughter away from his eyes.
"Fuck off Tre." Billie said, still lying on the floor.
"Ha ha." I laughed.
"You're a bitch." Billie muttered, finally picking himself off of the floor. I nodded my head and smiled.
"In the flesh." I said cheerfully. He gave me a death glare. If looks could kill. Tre seemed to have read my mind at this point, pointing at Billie's face.
"If looks could kill." He muttered. I giggled as I rolled my eyes.
"Dammit Chelsea, shut up." Billie yelled. I glared at him.
""So you can mess with people but people can't mess with you?" I said angrily. I flipped him off and went to the bathroom.
"Kirin, Sean, get the fuck out!" I yelled banging on the door. I heard muffled sighs and they tumbled out. I looked at Darren and glared.
"Get your ass in here." I mumbled, watching Darren run over to me, gently pushing me into the small room ad slamming the door behind him.
***
"Chelsea." I heard a whisper. I moaned and buried my face in my pillow.
"Cheeelsea." I heard the same person whisper. I pretended like I couldn't hear them.
"Chelsea!" the person said a bit louder, getting off their bunk and shaking me on the shoulders.
"What the fuck do you want Mike? It's two thirty in the morning." I said sharply.
"I'm bored." He whined. I looked at him with disbelief.
"Mike, it's not my job to entertain-"
"You're a rockstar."
"That's beside the point, and so are you, but I'm not waking you up at two thirty in the morning! Go annoy Billie." I muttered. He sighed overdramatically.
"He told me to annoy you-"" he started before I sat up.
"Billie dammit" I whispered harshly. Mike laughed.
"Okay, Mike, what do you want to do? I have an idea." I said. Billie was sound asleep. I got out my water proof makeup and gave some of it to Mike. He smiled deviously as I put a thick rim of light purple eyeliner around his eyes. I took out the bright pink eye shadow and gave it to Mike.
"You're a natural." I laughed.
"Shuddap." He muttered, quietly snapping the box shut. I took out the lipstick, which was bright red. I smirked as I rimmed his full lips with the bright red substance.
"Something's missing." Mike said, rubbing his chin. I nodded. I then snapped my fingers.
"Blush!" I whispered. I got a pack of disposable blush.
"Yes!" Mike whispered as I finished our "masterpiece". He yawned.
"Okay, I'm going to bed now." He said, yawning again. I crawled in beside Darren.
"Night Chelsea." Mike whispered.
"Night mike." I muttered. I felt Darren spoon me.
"Darren?" I asked. He yawned.
"Yeah?" he asked. I smirked and kissed him on the nose.
"Night babe, I love you." I mumbled.
"I love you too." He said as I drifted back to sleep.
***
"Chelsea! Mike!" I heard a scream. I got up.
"What is it with Green Day and their waking me up?" I moaned, sitting up. I saw Billie's angered face.
"What the fuck do you want Billie?" I asked, trying not to laugh. He pointed to his face.
"What the fuck did you two do to my face?" I rolled my eyes.
"What made you think we did it?" I asked.
"I told Mike to annoy you last night." He smirked.
"You look very pretty BJ." I said, mocking him.
"Dammit." I said as he lunged for me.
