Life on the Murder Scene

The sun streams in through the big window above the couch, assaulting my eyes with bright, golden light. Groaning, I reach up and try and pull the curtain down. Mikey’s legs thrown over my lap, accompanied by the pounding of my head and churning of my stomach prevents me. Instead, I grab one of the discarded pillows off the bus floor and place it over my face. It smells like vomit and I quickly drop it back to the ground, trying not to gag. I won’t have enough time to get to the bathroom if I need to throw up.

Not ten minutes later, the bus driver appears in front of me. I give him a weak smile as he hands me his half drank cup of coffee. I drink greedily, enjoying the lukewarm liquid. Once I’ve drained the cup I hand it back to him, trying to sit up a little without waking Mikey. I fail miserably as my older brother topples off the couch, landing on the floor under the table.

“Fuck you, Makayla,” Mikey grumbles before crawling back onto the couch. Our commotion has woken the others.

Gerard, who is probably used to living in a constant state of being hung over, yawns and glances out of the window, “Why are we stopped?”

Our driver frowns, “The bus engine just gave out. We’ve been here for about an hour. The mechanic is on his way.”

Frank frowns, getting up off the couch and pouring himself a cup of coffee. His eyes are set on the highway just outside the window. Past that is just fields full of yellowing grass for as far as the eye can see. “Well, at least we’re in a heavily populated area with lots of things to do.”

“I’m going to go have a cigarette,” I answer before heading off the bus.

“Mak!” Mikey calls after me. “Pants?”

Glancing down at my bare legs I shrug. My shirt is long enough to cover my underwear. Besides, it’s not like anyone is going to see me behind the bus anyway. Grabbing my cigarette packet out of the pants I’d worn last night, I head down the bus steps.

Sitting down in the grass, I light a cigarette, inhaling deeply. My head is still throbbing and my entire body is begging for me to climb back on the cough and pass out for the rest of the day, but I know I can’t do that. Sooner or later, Brian is going to call and wonder why he got a call from the Warped tour director saying that My Chemical Romance hasn’t shown up. I’ve got to be coherent enough to explain the situation.

“I thought you might want some company,” a voice from above says, my favorite stripped pullover handed down to me.

I smile up at Frank and I pull his shirt on over mine. It smells deplorable, but it’s warm and soft. The guitarist sits down in the grass next to me, lighting his own cigarette. I rest my head on his shoulder, reaching for the cup of coffee he’d brought out with him.

“How do you feel?” I question, beginning to play with Frank’s fingers, my pinkie tracing over the lines in his palm.

“Like shit. I could’ve used an extra twelve hours of sleep,” Frank answers back with a laugh. “I’d love to curl up on the couch with you, but I know that would probably raise questions.”

I let out a long sigh, closing my eyes as the world begins to spin. Frank wraps his arm around my shoulders, fingers trailing up and down my arm. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. I completely understand your reasoning. We’ve got to make sure the band has a solid foundation and all it’s members are in a good place before we throw something like a relationship into the mix.”

“That sounded sarcastic as fuck,” I answer back.

“Well, I mean it. I want this to work and if that means waiting until Gerard is better then that’s totally fine with me. I might steal a kiss or two when no one is looking though,” Frank answers back before tilting my chin up so that his lips can meet mine.

I smile back up at him before returning my head to his shoulder, “We could watch a movie in your bunk. Then no one could question us cuddling because we wouldn’t have a choice.”

“You are a genius,” Frank answers back before getting up and helping me to my feet.

Together we walk back onto the bus, heading right for Frank’s bunk. Ray is stretched out over the couch that is usually my bed and Gerard and Mikey sit on the other, cards laid out between them. At least now there won’t be any questions as to why Frank and I didn’t stay out in the common area.

The guitarist quickly sets to work on pulling all of the extra shit out of this sleeping area. Two books, a few coffee mugs, a wooden box with a skull carved into it that makes a weird noise when it hits the ground, about a dozen articles of clothing and a shoe are all tossed to the ground before Frank motions for me to join him. I crawl into the small space, pressing my body up against Frank’s so that his laptop can rest out on the edge of the mattress.

“This reminds me of being in college,” I laugh as the advertisements before movie start playing.

Frank nuzzles his head into my neck, fingers pulling through my hair. This is really nice and I’m super proud of myself for thinking of this. Just as the movie starts, my phone beings to ring.

“Hello,” I answer, already knowing its Brian.

“I just got a call saying that My Chemical Romance hasn’t shown up at the venue yet. Would you like to explain why?”

“The bus broke down. Apparently the mechanic is on his way, but I’m pretty sure he said that like two hours ago. I wish I could tell you more.”

Brian lets out a long sigh, “Okay, if the bus gets started in the next hour will you call me? Do you know how far away from the venue you are?”

“You’re asking the wrong person Brian, try calling our driver. I’m sure he knows,” I answer, getting slightly annoyed at the tone the band’s manager has taken. It isn’t my fault the bus broke down and I wasn’t hired to be their on tour manager. I’m here to have a good time and take some video.

“How’s Gerard?”

“Same as always. He freaked out after the show yesterday and said he wanted to die. What the hell else is new?”

“You’re sure you don’t need me to come out there?”

“Positive. We’re all keeping an eye on him. He’ll be okay,” I answer back. “It feels like we might have started moving. I’ll give you a call once we’re at the venue.”

“Okay, take it easy Makayla. As always call if you need anything,” Brian says before handing up.

Groaning, I let the little silver device fall from Frank’s bunk to the floor. “Wake me up when we get to the venue.”

Frank hums into my hair as I close my eyes, letting the calming waves of sleep wash over my body.

Notes

This chapter is for you ritalinriotxo! Hope you enjoy it as much as you've enjoyed the rest of this fic. Also, I'm super excited about the next chapter which should be up by the end of the week! (no promises, school sucks)
Love you all.