I'm a Loaded Gun
The Gunsling
Reyas POV
Oh my god my head hurts so badly. I go to sit up, but get dragged back down. I open my eyes, and they burn horribly. I close them again and groan as I feel suddenly nauseous. I feel Andy's arms release me as he sits up. I sit up too and put a hand over my mouth, trying not to throw up.
"Here," Andy says as he picks me up, walking quickly to the bathroom. He sets me down in front of the toilet just as I vomit. I gag and throw up again. "I was guessing this would happen," he whispered as he rubbed a hand up and down my back. I can feel myself shaking, the spazisms in my stomach. I lean forward and throw up a few more times. Oh god I feel so horrible. "Are you OK for a moment?" he asked quietly. I nodded as I started gagging again. He rubbed my back for a moment and then stood, walking out the door. My body dry heaved and I leaned forward again, whimpering at the pain in my lower ribs. By now it was only stomach acid and mucus. I felt like my guts were going to be next. Andy returned with a glass of water and a handful of pills.
"What's...that?" I choked as I gagged again.
"Some ibuprofen for your hangover migraine and I have some crackers in my room for your stomach."
"Ugh...OK," I said. The clenching in my stomach finally began to settle a bit. I was covered in a cold sweat.
"Are you OK? I'll take you back to bed and put a trash can in there just in case," he said. I nodded again. "Alright, here we go. One...two...three," he picked me up bridal style and carried me back to his bed. He gentle laid me down, and a black trash can was already placed next to the bed on the floor. He rested a hand on my forehead, "you're warm, Reya. I'll be right back." He exited his room and I felt my stomach knot up again. He returned and rushed over to me as I leaned my head over the beside, gasping for air as my throat clenched up. He squatted over the bed and placed one hand on my stomach and one on my back, holding me from falling over. "Here," he said as he picked up a white rag that was cool and wet. He placed it against my forehead and I sighed as it cooled on my forehead. I did feel warm. I placed my hand over Andy's on my forehead. "Why don't you rest for awhile Rey? I'll run over to your room and pack up the rest of your stuff and bring it over here. At two we need to board the buses, and I'll have to go to my own bus. Get some rest sweetie," he kissed my cheek and left again. I sighed and dropped back on the bed, curling in a ball and pulling the comforter over my body. I closed my eyes and fell back asleep.
"Reya, love...you need to wake up," Andy said as he lightly shook me.
"Hmmm? Whaattt?" I grumbled, my voice quiet and childlike.
"It's one, we leave in an hour. You need to get up."
"But I like your bed," I said as I rolled back over to stare into his face as he kneeled beside the bed.
He quietly laughed, "I do too, but you need to get up, come on, I'll help you."
I groaned and sat up. I slowly opened my eyes and felt the frown on my face, I was exhausted. "Annnndddyyy," I whined. I looked down, noticing my clothes from last night on the floor. I noticed I had on a pair of Andy's shorts and his t shirt. I don't remember changing last night. "Andy, why am I wearing your clothes?"
"Um...well last night, you got a bit drunk and you tried to go to sleep. I knew you'd get some type of a hangover, so I took off your dress and dressed you with my stuff. I pulled your hair back too in case you got sick last night."
I leaned forward and put my head on his shoulder. He wrapped his arms around me. "Thank you," I whispered.
"No problem," he pulled back and kissed my cheek. "Let's get you dressed."
Reaching behind him, he pulled over one of my bags. He pulled out a pair of black cargo short shorts and a white BVB t shirt with the penta star on it in black. I tiredly laughed at his shirt choice for me. He held out my arms and he pulled my shirt over my head. He leaned into me, one arm wrapping around my back. He placed his lips on my collarbone and have me a few gentle kisses before releasing me and pulling the white shirt over my head. He pulled the string on the shirts and pulled them off. I stepped into the black shorts and Andy pulled them up to my waist. Buttoning the buttons. I slipped on some black flip flops and asked Andy for my makeup bag. He pulled out my black eyeliner and uncapped it. I went to take it from him, but he pulled it away and instead, drew it on for me. Haha advantages of a boyfriend who wears makeup sometimes. I put on my mascara and Andy packed up the rest of my stuff. When all of his things were packed he carried them outside and loaded them onto my bus for me. I went to get up to walk out of his room, but he picked me up again.
"Andy, my legs aren't broken," I said.
"I know, but it's fun carrying you," he said as he kissed my temple.
"Oh, am I Batmans prisoner again?"
He threw his head back and laughed, a smile spreading on his face. "You have to admit, that was a great night!"
"What was? Did you guys finally get past the junior varsity bases last night?" Ashley said as he walked to the elevator with Andy, carrying a black duffle bag.
"Shut up, Ashley," I said as I stuck my tongue out at him.
"You are definitely still in junior high." he replied.
"Says the man who makes a 'that's what she said' joke out of everything!" I said back.
"Careful Ash, she might just start a fight with you during recess," Andy said. We all start laughing.
The elevator settled and the doors opened on the base level. My mouth dropped as I took in the view of the two huge black tour busses in front of us. Andy carried me out of the elevator. One bus had the huge BVB logo with the angel wings off the sides of the letters and the other was just plain black. Well we knew whose bus was whose. I was carried all the way to my bus and up the stairs.
"Shes alive!" Siren said from her spot laying on the couch.
"Alive and hungover," I grumble as her shouting irritated my fading migraine.
"Welcome to the world of underage drinking," Dylan said as he entered the living area from the bunks. His eyes were bloodshot. "Your bunk is under Sirens." he said with a yawn as he plopped down in a recliner chair.
Andy carried me to the bunks and set me down on the bunk under Sirens (you could tell by her pink camo blanket). "I suggest you getting some good sleep. You play our first show tonight that we are together on this tour. Kick some ass."
"Getting ready to leave!" the driver called as he walked into the bus.
Andy kissed my cheek and walked off the bus. I rolled over in my bunk and pulled the pillow over to the wall. I closed the black curtains and settled myself into the bed of my bunk. I felt the bus lurch and start forward. I was leaned sideways as the bus took a turn, but as the bus got onto the open road, I found my eyes closing, the bus gently vibrating on the road. My pocket began buzzing. I groaned and fished it out of my shorts. "Mom" was lit up on the screen. I hit deny. I set the phone back down on the bed, but after ten seconds, it began buzzing again, and again I hit deny. The phone rang two more times and finally I hit the mute button, and the phone stopped vibrating. I rolled back over and pulled the blanket over my shoudlers. The road began to relax me and I closed my eyes. I found sleep. I
Oh my god my head hurts so badly. I go to sit up, but get dragged back down. I open my eyes, and they burn horribly. I close them again and groan as I feel suddenly nauseous. I feel Andy's arms release me as he sits up. I sit up too and put a hand over my mouth, trying not to throw up.
"Here," Andy says as he picks me up, walking quickly to the bathroom. He sets me down in front of the toilet just as I vomit. I gag and throw up again. "I was guessing this would happen," he whispered as he rubbed a hand up and down my back. I can feel myself shaking, the spazisms in my stomach. I lean forward and throw up a few more times. Oh god I feel so horrible. "Are you OK for a moment?" he asked quietly. I nodded as I started gagging again. He rubbed my back for a moment and then stood, walking out the door. My body dry heaved and I leaned forward again, whimpering at the pain in my lower ribs. By now it was only stomach acid and mucus. I felt like my guts were going to be next. Andy returned with a glass of water and a handful of pills.
"What's...that?" I choked as I gagged again.
"Some ibuprofen for your hangover migraine and I have some crackers in my room for your stomach."
"Ugh...OK," I said. The clenching in my stomach finally began to settle a bit. I was covered in a cold sweat.
"Are you OK? I'll take you back to bed and put a trash can in there just in case," he said. I nodded again. "Alright, here we go. One...two...three," he picked me up bridal style and carried me back to his bed. He gentle laid me down, and a black trash can was already placed next to the bed on the floor. He rested a hand on my forehead, "you're warm, Reya. I'll be right back." He exited his room and I felt my stomach knot up again. He returned and rushed over to me as I leaned my head over the beside, gasping for air as my throat clenched up. He squatted over the bed and placed one hand on my stomach and one on my back, holding me from falling over. "Here," he said as he picked up a white rag that was cool and wet. He placed it against my forehead and I sighed as it cooled on my forehead. I did feel warm. I placed my hand over Andy's on my forehead. "Why don't you rest for awhile Rey? I'll run over to your room and pack up the rest of your stuff and bring it over here. At two we need to board the buses, and I'll have to go to my own bus. Get some rest sweetie," he kissed my cheek and left again. I sighed and dropped back on the bed, curling in a ball and pulling the comforter over my body. I closed my eyes and fell back asleep.
"Reya, love...you need to wake up," Andy said as he lightly shook me.
"Hmmm? Whaattt?" I grumbled, my voice quiet and childlike.
"It's one, we leave in an hour. You need to get up."
"But I like your bed," I said as I rolled back over to stare into his face as he kneeled beside the bed.
He quietly laughed, "I do too, but you need to get up, come on, I'll help you."
I groaned and sat up. I slowly opened my eyes and felt the frown on my face, I was exhausted. "Annnndddyyy," I whined. I looked down, noticing my clothes from last night on the floor. I noticed I had on a pair of Andy's shorts and his t shirt. I don't remember changing last night. "Andy, why am I wearing your clothes?"
"Um...well last night, you got a bit drunk and you tried to go to sleep. I knew you'd get some type of a hangover, so I took off your dress and dressed you with my stuff. I pulled your hair back too in case you got sick last night."
I leaned forward and put my head on his shoulder. He wrapped his arms around me. "Thank you," I whispered.
"No problem," he pulled back and kissed my cheek. "Let's get you dressed."
Reaching behind him, he pulled over one of my bags. He pulled out a pair of black cargo short shorts and a white BVB t shirt with the penta star on it in black. I tiredly laughed at his shirt choice for me. He held out my arms and he pulled my shirt over my head. He leaned into me, one arm wrapping around my back. He placed his lips on my collarbone and have me a few gentle kisses before releasing me and pulling the white shirt over my head. He pulled the string on the shirts and pulled them off. I stepped into the black shorts and Andy pulled them up to my waist. Buttoning the buttons. I slipped on some black flip flops and asked Andy for my makeup bag. He pulled out my black eyeliner and uncapped it. I went to take it from him, but he pulled it away and instead, drew it on for me. Haha advantages of a boyfriend who wears makeup sometimes. I put on my mascara and Andy packed up the rest of my stuff. When all of his things were packed he carried them outside and loaded them onto my bus for me. I went to get up to walk out of his room, but he picked me up again.
"Andy, my legs aren't broken," I said.
"I know, but it's fun carrying you," he said as he kissed my temple.
"Oh, am I Batmans prisoner again?"
He threw his head back and laughed, a smile spreading on his face. "You have to admit, that was a great night!"
"What was? Did you guys finally get past the junior varsity bases last night?" Ashley said as he walked to the elevator with Andy, carrying a black duffle bag.
"Shut up, Ashley," I said as I stuck my tongue out at him.
"You are definitely still in junior high." he replied.
"Says the man who makes a 'that's what she said' joke out of everything!" I said back.
"Careful Ash, she might just start a fight with you during recess," Andy said. We all start laughing.
The elevator settled and the doors opened on the base level. My mouth dropped as I took in the view of the two huge black tour busses in front of us. Andy carried me out of the elevator. One bus had the huge BVB logo with the angel wings off the sides of the letters and the other was just plain black. Well we knew whose bus was whose. I was carried all the way to my bus and up the stairs.
"Shes alive!" Siren said from her spot laying on the couch.
"Alive and hungover," I grumble as her shouting irritated my fading migraine.
"Welcome to the world of underage drinking," Dylan said as he entered the living area from the bunks. His eyes were bloodshot. "Your bunk is under Sirens." he said with a yawn as he plopped down in a recliner chair.
Andy carried me to the bunks and set me down on the bunk under Sirens (you could tell by her pink camo blanket). "I suggest you getting some good sleep. You play our first show tonight that we are together on this tour. Kick some ass."
"Getting ready to leave!" the driver called as he walked into the bus.
Andy kissed my cheek and walked off the bus. I rolled over in my bunk and pulled the pillow over to the wall. I closed the black curtains and settled myself into the bed of my bunk. I felt the bus lurch and start forward. I was leaned sideways as the bus took a turn, but as the bus got onto the open road, I found my eyes closing, the bus gently vibrating on the road. My pocket began buzzing. I groaned and fished it out of my shorts. "Mom" was lit up on the screen. I hit deny. I set the phone back down on the bed, but after ten seconds, it began buzzing again, and again I hit deny. The phone rang two more times and finally I hit the mute button, and the phone stopped vibrating. I rolled back over and pulled the blanket over my shoudlers. The road began to relax me and I closed my eyes. I found sleep. I
Go till you have no more and then make that the end please dont make a sequel
8/27/15