~Consequences 15~
I sighed, looking up at the ceiling.
It was almost the end of the tour and I was exhausted.
Sure I always act like everything�s all right, but deep down, I was scarred for life. My so-called �best friend� shot me. Well, he didn�t really mean to shoot me, but he wanted to shoot JC. It proved that people could change so dramatically that it can have an everlasting effect on the people they love.
�Jessie?�
I sat up in my bunk.
�Yeah?�
Justin parted the curtains hiding me from view.
�Can I talk to you for a sec?� he asked softly.
�Sure.�
�Well, you know the tour is gonna end in like a week right?�
I nodded.
�Well, me and the rest of the guys were wonderin� if you wanted to stay with us. And Heather too.�
�Really?�
He nodded.
�But we live close enough to you guys already.�
Then he bent down closer to me and whispered, �Well, JC wants to you live closer.�
I made a motion of understanding.
�Well, do you wanna stay wit us?� he repeated.
I thought for a moment. �I guess��
�Alright!�
�Who else is staying?�
�You, Heather, and Michael probably.�
�Oh. Ok then,� I agreed.
�Yes!�
�I just wanna be off this bus.�
�I�ve been on buses for like, 6 years. What do you think I wanna do?� he joked.
I laughed.
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�Do you wanna take this?� Heather called out, holding up my mini backpack.
�Sure. Can�t hurt.�
I stood up and looked around the room. There were boxes of clothes and miscellaneous stuff.
�Do you think this is all we need?� Heather asked, scanning the room.
�I think so. I mean, we can always come back here for stuff.�
�Oh yeah.�
Knock knock.
I walked over to the door and opened it.
�Hey. You ready?�
�Yeah. Just about. Get in here!� I laughed, opening the door wider.
�Ok. I�ll just sit here on your couch and raid the fridge,� he laughed, heading toward the refrigerator.
�JC don�t pig out now!� I called after him.
�I can and I am. Remember, I don�t get fat that easily.�
I shook my head and went to look for my things.
