A Little Bit Chilly
Ten
I was prepared for a feast of ice cream.
My very existance depended on said feast. Cravings were absolutely horrible during tour. When the van was going at least. Food was forbidden in our place of dwelling, in the event of somebody feeling stupid and not throwing away their snack or sandwich or whatever it was they felt like eating. Drinks were another story, but food...food was horrible.
Austin once left a cup of yogurt underneath the passenger seat, and the leftovers began to rot. We were unable to find the source for two months, because who the hell leaves yogurt underneath the passenger seat? It was hardly ever used. Ever since that day, food was banned by our tour manager. Unless it was oreos, because oreos.
"What are you thinking about?" Austin murmured. I had drifted off as we rode along in the night, my head on his stomach. He allowed me to lay across him as I slept, for comfort. He was nice.
"Ice cream, to be perfectly honest," I sighed. "I really would like some ice cream."
"How can you just sit and think about ice cream?"
I wasn't sure. I was more honest with myself, and I thought about Alex for a split second. I had talked to him again three days after we first me, and my mind casually drifted off to him. He was a nice and affectionate. He was careful around me, didn't dig too deep when I began to back off.
Alex Gaskarth...who would have thought I would have met Alex Gaskarth and spoke to him?
I supposed it was only because we were on tour together. The only part I found weird was the fact that there were hundreds of other artists there, and he chose to find me.
My very existance depended on said feast. Cravings were absolutely horrible during tour. When the van was going at least. Food was forbidden in our place of dwelling, in the event of somebody feeling stupid and not throwing away their snack or sandwich or whatever it was they felt like eating. Drinks were another story, but food...food was horrible.
Austin once left a cup of yogurt underneath the passenger seat, and the leftovers began to rot. We were unable to find the source for two months, because who the hell leaves yogurt underneath the passenger seat? It was hardly ever used. Ever since that day, food was banned by our tour manager. Unless it was oreos, because oreos.
"What are you thinking about?" Austin murmured. I had drifted off as we rode along in the night, my head on his stomach. He allowed me to lay across him as I slept, for comfort. He was nice.
"Ice cream, to be perfectly honest," I sighed. "I really would like some ice cream."
"How can you just sit and think about ice cream?"
I wasn't sure. I was more honest with myself, and I thought about Alex for a split second. I had talked to him again three days after we first me, and my mind casually drifted off to him. He was a nice and affectionate. He was careful around me, didn't dig too deep when I began to back off.
Alex Gaskarth...who would have thought I would have met Alex Gaskarth and spoke to him?
I supposed it was only because we were on tour together. The only part I found weird was the fact that there were hundreds of other artists there, and he chose to find me.
@Camille
Well, I hope you enjoyed it too :o
1/27/14