Ruby's POV

"WAAAAARRRRRPED TOURRRRR!" Jimmy's voice screeched, jolting me from my sleep as he landed on my bed.
"Jimmyyy." I grumbled, rubbing sleep out of my eyes.
"Get up! Get up! Get up!" he chanted, bouncing on my bed. "The bus is gonna be here in an hour."
"Okay!" I snapped. "Get out of my room!"
"WARPED TOUR!" he screeched again, swinging himself off my bed and running out of the room.

I slowly eased myself out of bed and made my way into my en-suite bathroom. The hot water on my skin slowly eased me into a more conscious state as I cleaned myself and washed my hair. Lord knows when I'd get another chance to have a decent shower when we were on the road. I stepped out and dried off, heading back into my room.

I kept my outfit simple; a black pair of skinny jeans, black tee, and my black leather jacket with the studs dotted all over the lapels, and my Doc Martens. After towel-drying my hair and dumping my towels in the hamper by the door, I wheeled my suitcase out of the room and lugged it downstairs.

Brian was on the couch, lacing up his sneakers, his own suitcase and backpack beside him. "You're still coming?"
"Yes."
"I didn't think you would after-" he was interrupted by a knock at the door and got up to answer it.
"Bus is here, load up." came the familiar voice of Dan Abel.
"Ruby-" Brian addressed me.
"I heard." I said, cutting him off.
"So you're coming?" he asked, following me toward the tour bus parked on the street outside.
"I'm not coming for you." I scowled, passing my suitcase to Dan, who placed it in the storage compartment. "I'm coming for me."

I said not another word to him, turning away as I made my way toward the doors and boarded the bus...

***



Our first stop on the road was the Pink Motel in Sun Valley; a place I never thought I'd visit in a million years. Much less predicted that the boys would even set foot in. Brian and I hadn't said a word to one another the whole way down here, and I preferred it that way. Demi had come along for the ride, too, and Jimmy, already drunk at barely 12pm, had enthusiastically told us past tour stories to keep us entertained.



"You'll feel right at home, here." Demi giggled as we stepped off the bus with our overnight bags slung over our shoulders. "It's your favourite colour."
"Shut up." I snorted. "This place is so cheesy."
"It's also where that one scene in Grind was filmed."
"No shit!" I gasped. "I almost forgot about that!"
"I'd say we should skate the pool later, but, you suck." Demi teased. "And I didn't bring my board."
"There's a skate shop a couple of miles down the road?" Jason said as he passed us on the way to his own room with his brother. "We could swing by there later?"
"You don't have time for that shit." Dan laughed. "You've got the kick-off party tonight, in about..." he glanced at his watch. "Eight hours."
"That's enough time!" Jason protested.
"You forget we have females with us." Dan smirked. "And they take ten times longer to get themselves ready for an outing."
"Shut the fuck up!" Demi snapped, punching Dan, regret immediately spreading across her features as she shook her hand in pain.
"Nice job, dickhead." I snorted. "Punching Dan is like punching a brick wall."
"Suck. My. Dick." Demi retorted.
"That would mean she'd have to suck my dick, and I didn't agree to that." Jimmy sniggered.
"And Jimmy's not my type." I smirked, backing him up.
"Fucking..." she huffed. "Shut up."
"I'll see you in a couple of hours?" I said, brushing off her attitude.
"Sure."



I opened the door to my suite, and much to my dismay, found Brian sprawled out on the bed, smoking a cigarette. I groaned, wheeling my suitcase to the edge of the bed and hoisting it up onto the mattress. He didn't even look at me, keeping his eyes fixed on the smoke swirling above his head.

"Great." I grumbled.
"Jimmy's staying with Demi, Matt's with Zack, the Berry's are sharing a room, and Johnny's with Dan." he replied nonchalantly. "Which left me with no choice but to shack up with you."
"Brilliant." I rolled my eyes.
"Are you seriously gonna be like this the entire tour?" he sighed.
"Probably."
"Am I ever gonna get more than a one or two word answer out of you?"
"Not likely."
"Real mature." Brian replied, a mocking tone in his voice.
"Says you." I scowled.
"I'm not the one grumbling and groaning about sharing a room."
"I'm not the one who sinks his dick into everything that moves!" I snapped.
"Wow, you managed more than two words, good for you." he sniggered.
"Fuck you."
"And back to two." he teased.
"Don't talk to me." I huffed, grabbing my makeup bag and spreading its contents across the surface of the desk by the wall, which, conveniently enough, had a mirror above it.
"That was four, you're doing good."

I rolled my eyes and set to work applying my makeup...

***

An hour or so later, I sat on the edge of the bed - now vacated as Brian had left to go and hang out with Jimmy - Lacing up my boots for the night. I hadn't been this dressed up since Vegas, it felt strange to be back in a skirt again. I'd spent the past week in sweats and jeans. Brian appeared in the doorway as I stood up, stopping dead in his tracks at the sight of me.

"What?!" I snapped.
"Nothing." he breathed. "You look..." he licked his lips, surveying me up and down. "Wow."



I rolled my eyes, slinging a small purse with a cross-body strap over my shoulder and leaving the room.
"So this is how it's gonna be?" Brian asked as he followed me toward the mini van outside. "You're just gonna pretend like I'm not here?"
"I'd love to." I replied. "But since you keep fucking talking--"
"Fine!" he snapped, ripping open the sliding door of the van and crawling into the very back seat. "Be an immature fucking bitch."
"That's rich coming from you." I retorted, taking my own seat by the window, a row in front of him.
"No wonder Jack fucking left you." Brian spat, sliding on his sunglasses.
"And with your arrogant, egotistical bullshit, no wonder Jenna fucked someone else."
"Will you guys stop?" Matt groaned, climbing into the bus. "We're gonna be stuck on the road together for at least a month or two, you gotta find a way to be civil."
"If Brian manages to shut his fucking mouth for two seconds, we'll be just fine." I replied.
"And if Ruby manages to not be a little bitch-"
"ENOUGH!" Matt roared, silencing him. "Both of you."

I pouted, folding my arms as I looked out the window...

Notes

I was gonna write more of this chapter but I figured this was a good cut-off point. Been feeling really unmotivated the past week or so, not just with writing, but with life in general. I know where the story's going, I'm just having a hard time getting the words out. There'll be another chapter soon, and hopefully it'll be more interesting than this. Although, I did enjoy writing the bickering between Brian and Ruby. :P

Also, can we just talk about Brian's hair right now??? ♥ _ ♥



I'm sooo glad it's getting long again and I hope he keeps growing it :3

Drop comments and try to spark up my motivation, pls

Until next time!! xx