When I finish having breakfast with Andy, I head into the bathroom, and start getting ready for the day. I then hear a knock on the door, and Andy says, “Make sure to dress a little more warmly than yesterday. It’s a bit cooler up here in Montana, kid.”
“Alright. Thanks, Andy,” I call back, grabbing a shirt I see off the top of the hamper. I smell it and it smells like Ashley. I smile, then slip it on, then my skinny jeans, and change out some of my piercings. I leave my Angel Bites in, but switch my Snake Bites out for the black and silver hoops I brought with me.
Once dressed I head back out to the front lounge, and find CC, Jake, Jinxx, and Ashley eating the breakfast I made for them.
“Is that my shirt?” I hear Ashley ask through a faceful of pancakes.
“Yep, only cause I brought a short sleeved shirt with me, and this would be a little warmer for my walk back to the BOTDF bus,” I tell him.
“I think I have a sweatshirt you could wear, if you really don’t want to freeze your ass off. Just bring it back when you got yours,” he says, getting up and going to the bunks. He opens his bag, and pulls out a hoodie that says Hustler on the front of it.
I nod, then say, “I’m keeping the shirt though. I love it and it looks a hell of a lot better on me anyway.”
He chuckles as he helps me into the hoodie, kisses my cheek, and says, “That it does. Shirt’s fine, just bring back my hoodie, babe.”
I smile, then race out into the chilly weather that awaited me. Burr. I’m a California girl, so I’m used to warm, humid weather, not this bitter, chill-you-to-the-bone shit. I quickly race to the BOTDF bus, and open the door, all but flinging my ass inside.
Ahh, it’s warm in here! Yay! Anyway, what did I came in here for? Oh, right. Jacket. Or better yet, jackets. I quietly race to the back of the bus, into my bunk, and grab my Princess of Darkness hoodie, my Nightmare Before Christmas hoodie, and my Gir hoodie. I toss the Princess of Darkness one on first, then my Nightmare Before Christmas one on, and finally the Gir one on. It’s actually a little tighter than normal, but oh fucking well. It’s cold as fuck out there!
I then change out of my ballet flats and into three pairs of socks as well as my studded high top Converse shoes, and head back out. I quickly grab Ashley’s Hustler hoodie off the back of one of the chairs, then head back out into the cold. Damn. Andy wasn’t kidding about it being cold. My nipples are standing at full attention right now! Somebody grab me a Goddamn parka!
I wrench open the BVB tour buses door a little harder than needed, but slide in quickly and say, “Goddamn! Next time I’m on tour with you sons of bitches, I’m bringing a damn parka!”
Andy laughs and says, “Too cold for a Cali Girl?”
“Too cold for anyone with half a brain,” I retort.
“Shield your eyes, bitches!” Ashley shouts from the back of the bus.
Huh? Why? Then I get my answer. CC is streaking. As in butt ass naked, not a single stitch of fabric on his sorry self. And worst part is, he just ran out into the cold like it was nothing. Oh, I could have done without the image of his dick flopping this way and that, but of course, once you see something like that, you can never un-see it.
“You were saying?” Andy asked, trying hard to hide his smirk.
I stare wide-eyed at the door, and then slowly point at it, and stammer, “Wh-What . . . How?” then recover some, from the initial shock, and say, “That son of a bitch ain’t got a scrap of God-given sense in his head.”
They all burst out laughing, and I ball Ashley’s Hustler hoodie in my hands, and throw it in Andy’s face, then sulk off to my bunk, and slip in under the covers. I refuse to come out of my bunk today. Wake me up when we’re not stuck in the middle of a goddamned ice field.
About an hour passes when the curtain of my bunk is ripped to the side, and Jayy and Dahvie are standing there. Jayy holds up a black and white fur parka, and says, “The guys said you needed one, so we got you one.”
He rest the parka on my lap, and my fingers trace the silver pattern of the fur on the inside of the parka, and Dahvie says, “Wolf.”
I look up at him, and ask, “What?”
“It’s wolf. The fur lining the inside of your jacket,” he explains.
I look back to the fur, and smile, then ask, “How did you know I love wolves?”
“We didn’t. We just thought you’d like it,” Jayy’s voice explains to me.
I nod, then slip out of my hoodies, then out of my bunk, and Jayy holds the parka up for me to try it on. It fits perfectly, and it’s so soft and warm. I sigh, then thank Dahvie and Jayy, then head out to hang out with the others, and show off my new parka.
“Is my baby, under all that fur?” Ashley asked, digging through the fur of my hood, until he saw me, and I stuck my tongue out at him, playfully. He chuckles and says in a flirtatious tone, “Be careful where you stick that, baby. I might just bite it off.”
“Oh? So French kissing’s out of the question. Got it,” I say, winking at him.
The guys burst out laughing, and Danny says, “She got you there, man! You can’t deny that one!”
Dahvie and Jayy both high-five me, and I start laughing with them, while Ashley puts his head down halfway, but keeps it up enough to show off a puppy dog pout to me. I laugh harder, then say, “That lip is mine if you don’t put it back in your mouth.”
“Maybe I’d like that,” he says, smirking at me.
I roll my eyes, then kiss him, and halfway to the make out stage, I bit his lip harder than I should have, but not enough to bring blood, and he yelps as he jumps backwards. I laugh, and say, “Told you that lip would be mine if you didn’t stick it back in your mouth!”
Ashley starts to pout again, and then a devious smirk appears on his face, so I book it out of there as fast as my legs can carry me, but he catches up in no time. Damn me begin so short. He sets me over his knee and playfully spanks me there, for everyone to see.
When he finishes, I stand back up, and glare playfully at him. He chuckles, and says, “What? Paybacks a bitch, only if you are, my sweet.”
“That goes both ways, babe. Just remember that,” I tell him, then walk off with a devious little smirk of my own, plastered on my face.
About two hours of playing pranks on each other later, Ashley came up behind me, and dumped a bucket of snow down my parka. I scream at the sudden blast of cold running down my spine, and tackle him to the ground, and grab snow by the handfuls, burring him in it.
He tries to fight me off, and even though I may be small, I can hold my own. I’ll get him back really good during Black Veil’s set, but I’ll need Asking Alexandria’s and BOTDF’s help to do it. I get off Ashley, then over to Asking’s bus, and call Dahvie and Jayy telling them to join me there.
Once they arrive, I tell them my plan, and a devious grin appears on all their faces, and they agree to help me.
We all split up to get the various items we’ll need to pull this prank off, then meet back at Asking Alexandria’s bus. When we’re all there, I ask, “So, everyone got what we need?”
“I got the chocolate syrup and eggs!” Danny boast.
“I got the gutter and duct tape,” Ben says.
“Got that trigger you needed,” Jayy says.
“Good. Now, Ben, pass me the gutter and the tape, please,” I say sweetly, and when he does I tape the ends of it really air tight.
“PBC pipe?” I ask, and Dahvie passes it to me. I put the pipe through a hole in the tape, and tape it so it’s air tight as well, then set it aside. “Abnormally large baby bottle?” I ask and Sam grabs it and passes it to me. “Start getting the eggs and chocolate in there, Danny. This will be a prank he’ll never forget.”
I start setting up the trigger, which is one of Ashley’s foot petals, and rigging it to the trap. Whoever said a fan of Doomsday Prepper’s couldn’t have fun with what they learn?

Notes

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