So many days had passed by where I was blissfully unaware of my surroundings.

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The bus was black and white, black on top, white on bottom. It was clean, and shined in the lights of the bonfire a ways down, near the makeshit bar where two guys were mixing and handing out free drinks like mad men.

It was a nice tour bus, and I envied it. I wished we had a bus to call our own, but we were still too poor to even afford the van that we were in. It was a shame.

The door opened. Nikki was standing ahead of me with Spanky, her hair tossed over the side and pinned up on the other. I loved it when she did that. She could literally do anything to her hair and it would look beautiful.

Her makeup was nothing less than stunning. Eyes lined in black, fading out at the sides, and sparkly. She was perfection. I didn't care if perfection wasn't real, but she was one hundred percent.

Zach Merrick was standing there, in a pair of gray basketball shorts. He smiled and stepped aside, said, "Now the party has begun. Come on in and prepare your anuses."

I was mildly shocked at Zach. I had begun speaking to him after Nikki began talking to her man whore Alex, and he was a quiet, but nice and thoughtful individual. I guessed I hadn't heard too much of his humor to make a judgement.

We climbed the steps into the mansion-on-wheels.

Needless to say, it was awesome inside. They had it made while they toured, and they were damn lucky to be able to afford such a luxury. As I said, I would have killed to have something like that while on the road.

The front lounge itself was like my living room at home. Our living room wasn't even that great, but it was better than three rows of stained and smelly seats.

"Nikki!" I heard Alex's annoying Baltimore-accented voice come from somewhere far back. "Come on over, have a beer with Jack and I!"

Rian's head popped out of what I assumed to be the bathroom, and he smiled. "My new favorite band," He revealed himself fully. "I'm glad you guys are here. Pierce The Veil and Of Mice & Men are gonna party with us too."

"Yes!" Tyler shouted. "This is going to be a sick ass fucking party."

"I know right?! Dude," Zach hopped onto the couch, and squatted. "They're so fucking crazy when you get some booze in their system. It's awesome."

"Just you wait until I get wasted," Spanky declared, "because you will officially be afraid of me."

"It's true," I added. "He likes to lick things when he's drunk."

Rian clapped his hands. "My favorite kind of drunk!"

Suddenly, he launched himself at Spanky and they began to wrestle in the middle of the front lounge.

I stepped over them and trailed Nikki to the back lounge; I was hoping I wouldn't be disappointed when I stepped through the doorway leading into the couch-lined area, but I was.

Nikki was sitting next to Alex, pressed against him, a red plastic cup in her hand as You Me At Six played quietly over the speakers and Jack jumped on the couch across from them -- his beer was spilling, might I add -- and shouting, "Mutiny! Mutiny!"

Nikki and Alex busted a huge laugh. She fell into his side and closed her eyes, as his arm wrapped around her shoulder.

Three weeks ago, they didn't even knew each other. Now, they were getting flirty and touchty-feely. I needed to leave before things in my head got out of hand and I did something bad.

But how I wanted something bad to happen. To both of them.