Post by travis noah michaels on Feb 17, 2013 16:16:11 GMT -4
Travis was exhausted when he made it back to his bus. It had been a busy day of appearances, signings, and then finally a show. He had stayed out way too late, flirting and drinking with some of his fans and now he was dragging himself home. To say that he was barely conscious was an understatement. How he got home was a sheer miracle in itself. His eyes ached and he felt an intense bruise forming on his right side. The cause of that bruise was unknown and probably would remain a mystery unless Jeremy could shed some light on it in the morning. Travis already felt sick, tomorrow was going to be ten times worse. The sooner he could get to bed, the sooner he could rest up and do it all over again. Travis reached his bunk in the dark and figured the other guys were already asleep too. He shrugged off his shirt and fumbled around until he found a pair of shorts. Trav didn’t even know if they were his but at this point, he was beyond caring.
He fell into his bunk, which was so comfortable right about now. As he moved around, getting comfortable in his blankets, he felt the form of someone else in his bed. His brow furrowed as he moved his hand over it, trying to figure out who it was. For a second, he questioned whether or not he was in the right place. Maybe he had climbed into the wrong bed or had the wrong bus entirely. But his sheets smelled like his cologne or so he thought. Feeling up this person in the dark probably wasn’t the best idea in the world, but he couldn’t see and his brain was fried. The person was too slender to be one of the guys so deciding it must be a girl, he shrugged and snuggled into the person. Hey, if it was a girl, fan or not, he didn’t care. Besides, they were warm and snuggly, whoever they were. Travis figured he’d find out in the morning anyway so it wouldn’t be that big of a deal.
As he drifted off to sleep, his mind tried to guess who it was. Mackenzie? Vivienne? Pix? Aubrey? Alex? Why where there so many women in his life? Oh right, because he was the man. Trav smirked at his self-proclaimed whoreness just before he slipped off to sleep. He couldn’t tell how long he slept or what day it was, but in the morning, he still felt the unfamiliar body next to him. Travis groaned as he turned away from the sunlight and back towards the wall of the bus. It was then that he caught the flash of red. Travis had only been with one girl with red hair. Alex? he questioned the head of hair. It had to be, unless it was someone new he didn’t remember. In that case, he braced himself for a slap for getting the name completely wrong.
