RAVEN'S POV
"The fuckers tricked us" I frowned, staring down at the keys in my hand.
"I know" replied Katrina, tossing hers around "they got us all fucking excited now and-"
The sound of big truck horns blared in the distance. The sound slowly grew louder and a small moan escaped Katrina's lips as her head rested on my shoulder.
"I'm not looking forward to this" she groaned, her keys still in hand.
"I'm not upset about it" I said "I'm just concerned about showering, that's pretty much it"
Katrina frowned at me but that frown was soon turned upside down thanks to the monsterous vehicles that pulled up directly in front of the hotel.
my jaw dropped open as I saw exactly what we'd be staying in for the remainder of Warped. Giant. Tour. Buses.
I was expecting something of a typical caravan, not something so grand.
"I'm not so mad anymore" whispered Katrina, the corners of her mouth twisting up into a wicked smile.
I swivelled around on one foot and grabbed my suitcase, dragging it up to the steps of the bus and helping Katrina with hers.

A soon as we stepped in, we came across two very nice in-built sofa's on either side of each other. The seats were awfully soft and littered with cushions. There was even a t.v built into the wall right behind the drivers seat. Apparantely, no one needed to drive from the bands. They had enough money to hire drivers to work through the night, but they didn't have enough money for plane flights and hotel accomodation. Seems legit. I later found out that across the street. Good. I jumped onto the sofa and stood back up, wanting to explore the rest of our mobile home. Right beside our lounging area was the kitchen.

The kitchen was fairly small and cramped, but at least there was an oven, a stove top, a microwave, kettle and coffee maker, allowing the small area to have all the kitchen basics. There was cuttlery in the overhead cabinets and a very nice stainless steel fridge. I opened it and saw that it was stocked. My jaw dropped at the sight of all this food in one place, but my heart sank at the thought of how quickly it would all be gone with Josh and Jeremy who eat like utter pigs.

As you walked through, there was a small walking space you could go through, much like a hallway. There were two bathrooms, one on opposite sides of each other and they were small as fuck! I peeked into both of them, completely identical to each other. Very cramped up though and there were only two. That worried me. I couldn't believe we still had over a month to go and there was only two bathrooms. This was not going to end well. I also knew for a fact that our showers would be over in five seconds or so because we'd have to go and fill the damn thing with water and that would be annoying as hell. The only thing un-identical between the two bathrooms was that one had a bath and the other a shower, but aside from that, the colour scheme and decor was exactly alike.

Finally, there was the bedrooms. It was again very small and cramped. There were six bunk beds, three on one side and three on the other. I climbed the ladder up to the top of one of them and called dibs on it.

Katrina and I were the only two in the van at the moment seeing as the others were all back in the hotel packing their shit. I lay down on the bed and then heard a familiar high pitched laugh coming from the front of the bus. My ears perked up at the sound of the voice.
"Oh man, Bob is going to be so pissed" it said.
"Uh Gee...." said the voice I then recognised as Frank "Someone else is already here"
"What?!" perked up Gerard "Who are we sharing with?"
I felt the need to interfere.
"Sweet mother fucking Genocide"