Burning Embers

Chapter Nine

We are, we are the Saints
We signed our life away
Doesn't matter what you think
We're gonna do it anyway
We are, we are the Saints
One day you will confess
And pray to the Saints of Los Angeles

I rolled over grumbling profanities at my pesky ring tone. I rejected the call, not bothering to see who it was, and headed towards the kitchen. I was actually quiet because everyone was still sleeping and I was feeling pretty considerate due to my surprisingly good mood. I made myself a bowl of stale cereal, thanks to Jinxx I'm sure, and dropped into the bench attached to the table. After I scarfed down my Apple Jacks I rinsed my bowl out and returned to the table. I dropped my head into my hands, sighing. I had acted like such an *** yesterday. I knew I had to apologize, but I didn't want to admit how childish and ignorant I had acted.

I padded back to the bunks ready to get the easiest apology out of the way when I noticed Jake wasn't in his bed. I went back to the ‘living room’ area and he was no where to be seen. So being the logical man that I was, I connected the dots.

Calm and rational, Andy. Calm and rational. I didn't bother to knock. I barely had the door cracked and I could make out their sleeping forms tangled together. She was draped over him with a peaceful look on her face. He was just laying there oblivious to the rest of the world. So maybe they didn't have sex last night, but who's to say they won't tonight, or tomorrow night. I shut the door a little harder than I meant and I hurried back to the front of the bus. I would show the happy couple, later.

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