dark blond hair flows nearly to his waist and always has a bit of a greasy look. I'm not saying that in a bad way. It suits him and I can assure you it doesn't feel the way it looks. He has a tattoo sleeve on his right arm and six individual tats on his left, in addition to his brother's name tattooed across his fingers. Add a lip ring and a double pierced eyebrow and you have every parent's worst nightmare.
"Damn, sweetie," Colton sighed when I was done giving them the laundry list of reasons it would be more stressful to have them there than to deal without their support.
"Guess we know why you don't talk about them much. Now, if you want to continue this conversation, can you please go wash your damn face? It's seriously hard to keep a straight face when you look like that." Jon and Travis started howling at Colton's blunt statement. I shot them a dirty look before turning on my heels towards the bedroom.
One look in the mirror explained why Colton said it was hard to look at me without laughing. I was surprised they held it together as long as they did. My eyes were red and puffy from crying. My makeup was not only running down my cheeks, it was down the side of my neck from when I was cuddled up to Colton. Add slightly smeared Russian Red lipstick and I was a steaming hot mess.
While I was in there, I changed out of my black leather pants and halter top in favor of fleece lounge pants and an old t-shirt. I needed to get to bed but I wanted to finish talking to the guys first. Trav was just sitting down when I started down the aisle of the bus. By the time I reached the table, there were four open cans of beer.
Jon picked up a can and the rest of us followed suit. "A toast," he said holding his can in the air, "to Rain's mom. We all owe her a debt of thanks for making our girl the driven, bad ass bitch she is today. May she rest in peace and finally be able to see what an amazing daughter she raised."
Colton and Trav raised their cans to meet Jon's. I slumped into Colton's side as I lifted my beer an inch off the table. I was too exhausted for anything more than a token toast.
The alarm on my phone started screeching earlier than should be legal. Five months on the road had gotten me into the habit of going to bed around six in the morning, not waking up at that hour. The last thing I wanted to do was pull myself from under Colton's warm embrace but it had to be done.
The first few times I woke like this, I freaked out. Getting involved in a relationship with a band mate is like getting involved with the roommate you also work with. It's great in theory because you always see each other; but it's almost certain to fail because you always see one another. And that's why, no matter what it might look like as we slept, Colton and I would never be anything more.
Colton quickly proved to be a complete gentleman, something he swore me to never tell another soul, and we've shared the only real bed on the bus ever since. Not once has he tried anything, even when I know damn well that he's drunk and horny.
After two rounds with the snooze button, I gently kissed his forehead and snuck out of the bedroom. "Morning, Sean," I called to the driver on duty.
"Mornin' sunshine," he responded over his shoulder. Sean's one of my favorite drivers, in spite of the fact that he's chipper in the morning and I'm anything but.
I dug through the cabinets for something to eat while the coffee brewed. "How far to Lex?"
"Just over an hour," he replied. Plenty of time to wake up and get ready to go. I took some time to enjoy the first cup of coffee, mentally preparing myself for everything to come. Part of me wanted to wake the guys and tell them I'd changed my mind, that I wanted them with me. But I didn't.
I plugged in the curling iron at the kitchen table and shuffled to my semi-private room. With any luck, I could get ready without waking anyone. I pulled three shopping bags out of the closet and started