As the tour progressed, I started to get closer to the Sleeping With Sirens' guys a bit more. They were all super nice and they mostly hung out in the PTV bus for the most part. I was getting particularly close to Justin Hills. He was kind of a goofball and I loved that about him.

One particular day after a really good show, all of the bands retired to the PTV bus and all the band members were strewn across the bus in groups of twos and three. Everyone was drinking, chatting, laughing, and doing random things. Justin and I were in the back lounge, playing FIFA on the Xbox. I was fairly new to FIFA, being more of a Call of Duty type of girl myself, I only got into FIFA cause of the guys, so I wasn't as good at it as the others.

"Niki, let's make this exciting," Justin said, as his body twitched and he violently hit buttons.

"Hmm?" I said, focusing on the T.V. screen more than Justin's words.

"If you lose, you owe me one," he continued.

I laughed, "What do I owe you?"

He shrugged, continuing to own me on screen, "You just owe me."

"Do you think this is my first rodeo, Hills? Name your terms specifically, or we don't have a deal."

"Fine, loser gets dared by the winner," he said.

I shrugged, "Sure, whatever."

After forty-five minutes of intense button-pushing and balls to the walls gaming, Justin threw his hands up in the air in victory.

"Yeah, dude, yeah! I OWN you, Niki, oh yeah, I killed you, I smushed you, you suck," he chanted and yelled, dancing around the lounge like an obnoxious child.

I started to giggle, "Sure, Justin. If you're gonna victory dance like that, I'll let you win every time."

I grabbed a bottle of water and took a huge sip and Justin plopped down beside me, looking at me with a really naughty look in his eyes. "It's time for your dare, loser," he said.

"Shoot," I said, expecting something lame like chugging some hot sauce or taking a few shots or something.

"You have to kiss a member of my band," he said, smiling from ear to ear as if he had just struck gold.

"You- WHAT?"

"You heard me. Any member of Sleeping with Sirens, your choice. You pick one, and you kiss them. The type of kiss is left up to you, too, tongue or no tongue, French or Dutch. You know, whatever you're comfortable with, cause I'm nice like that," he continued.

I rolled my eyes at him, "Oh yeah, you're just the picture of generosity, assface. That's not even feasible, Justin! Kellin and Jesse are engaged, for crying out loud, Jack's with Jenna, and who even knows where the hell Gabe is, and- Oh!" I exclaimed, as I realized what he had done.

"You subscribed to this dare, now you gotta follow through with it," he said, still smiling the biggest smile I had ever seen on a human face before in my life.

"You...sly...mother fucker," I whispered, equally amazed at his brilliance and annoyed at what I had to do because of it.

"Aw, you don't have to sweet talk me, honey. Just lay one on me," he joked, pulling me closer to him and taking me into his arms so that we were perfectly positioned.

I giggled, "Just one kiss, you're still a weird son of a gun and this means nothing," I warned.

He nodded, "I know. I just need one kiss, promise," he said, leaning into me.

He pushed my hair behind my ear with one hand and cupped my face, his hands were so big and warm, he slowly pursed his lips and planted them on mine. At first, it was so alien to me, that it felt really weird. Then, suddenly, all of the lonely nights that I slept alone on the bus caught up to me. Just one kiss. I needed this as much as Justin did.

I grabbed Justin's shirt and reduced the space between us further, gasping a bit as he starting to make out with me very viciously. He slowly bit my lower lip, making me moan a bit and I immediately grabbed a handful of his hair in my hand, pulling his face closer to mine. I closed my eyes and he began to kiss my jawline, moving down to my neck. It was just one harmless kiss.

*

"Guys, come on," I yelled, "Chop chop! Geez, y'all are slow today, aren't you?" I said, literally lugging Vic and Jaime out of the bus to get to their booth in time for their meet and greets.

"Yeah, well, not all of us were satiated with moanful pleasure last night," Vic grumbled beneath his breath, barely loud enough for me to catch.

"What? Whatever, look, just get to the tent alright? Chris keeps calling me frantically asking me to get you guys there," I snapped, pushing them lightly and then turning back around to get on the bus.

I whistled a bit as I sifted through all the boxes of merchandise and starting arranging them in a way that would make it easier to put out before the show that was in two hours. As I was lugging the boxes out of the bus, I ran into Justin.

"Ayo, girl," he called out, winking at me.

I smiled, "Hey, whore. What's up?"

He shrugged, "Not much, I was just roaming around before the show. Kellin's being really weird and is yelling things in his [i]high[/i] high pitch voice, so I'm staying away from them for a bit."

"That's probably a good idea, wanna help me with these boxes for a bit?" I asked.

He nodded, "Sure," he said, picking up two boxes and walking with me towards the merch booth.

"Are you nervous? It looks really packed tonight, man. There's already so many people here!"

"Yeah, dude. I know I blamed it on Kellin, but I think I just walked away so I didn't have to think about playing and psych myself out over it," he confessed.

We dropped the boxes on the table, "Thanks, dude. And don't worry, you're gonna do great. You guys always do," I said, giving him a big hug.

Justin and I were totally normal with each other, considering we'd had our respective tongues down each other's throats just a mere nine hours ago. The true sign of a good friendship.

I let go of him and clapped him on the back, "Alright, go warm up, freak. I'll be watching from the booth. Make momma proud."

"I always do," he smiled, walking away.

I started unpacking the boxes and arranging the shirts as more and more people started pouring into the venue. Before I knew it, the stars were out and the guys had yet another epic show under their belt.

I was really tired from sitting out in the sun all afternoon and evening and there had been a huge rush at the booth all night. Luckily, most of our shirts were sold out, so I didn't have anything heavy to lug back into the bus. I packed everything up and headed back to the bus.

I hummed to myself a bit as I put everything away in its place and went to the back lounge and opened up my suitcase, fishing for something to change into. I grabbed an old Savage Garden shirt and some pajama shorts and headed into the shower. I took a nice, long shower and changed, ready to collapse into bed. When I walked out of the bathroom, I expected to hear a lot of noise, but the bus was really quiet. I assumed the guys had either gone out for dinner, or drinks, or were being swarmed by fans. Just as I was making my way into bed, I heard the bus door open.

"Niki?" I heard Vic's voice call out.

"Back here," I said, yawning.

Vic came and sat beside me as I stretched and curled up under the covers. "Hey, we're all gonna go out for dinner to TGIF's, do you wanna come?"

I shook my head no, "I'm really tired, Vicky. I think I'm getting sick."

"Really?" he said, reaching out to feel my neck and head. "Yeah, you are a bit warm, maybe you should sit this one out."

"Mhmm, you go have fun," I said, smiling up at him.

"You know what? I'm not even that hungry, move over, fatty," he said taking his hoodie and shirt off and climbing in beside me.

"Are you sure? You don't have to, Vic. I don't wanna get you sick, the fan girls will literally slaughter me," I joked.

"That's probably true," he laughed, putting his arm around me and getting cozy.

"Are you happy with the way your show turned out tonight?"

"Sorta, I mean, I messed up a few bits that I shouldn't have, so that could have been better, but overall I think it was fine. You should have been there after the show! It was insane, I got proposed to," he said, snarkily, poking me on my side.

"You say that like I should care," I joked.

"Fine, whatever," Vic said, removing his hand from around me and laying straight on his back.

I sighed, putting my head on his chest, "You do know I care, don't you? Like, when everything is said and done...you know that, right?"

He smiled slightly, "Well what makes you think I care whether or not you do?"

I snorted, "It's my turn to turn away from you, but I can't cause I'm up against the wall and I have to nowhere to turn."

Vic laughed, "You're crazy," he said, pulling me closer. He burped really loudly in my ear.

"Charming," I said, airing it away from my face.

"I could say the same for you," he said, pulling away my shirt to reveal my collarbone, which had a huge hicky on it from the night before.

I slapped his hand away, "You're not allowed to judge me, Vicky. That is rule number one of this friendship. This is a no-judgement circle. I mean, if I were to judge you on all your random escapades, whew!"

"Haha, true,'' he said, staying silent for a few minutes. I almost fell asleep before he randomly said, "But why Justin of all people?"

"It wasn't planned from my part, you know that. He dared me, but once we started it was just like 'oh well, why not', it's not like I have a million opportunities to kiss someone on tour. I mean, I know I have you fooled by this hardcore exterior, but even I have needs..."

"Hmm," he hummed, pushing my bangs away from my face. "I hate those, they obstruct my view."

"Your's annoy me too," I mumbled, falling asleep in his arms.

Notes

Dear everyone,
I am aware that Justin is not single, either, however, he is super funny and I just thought it would be fitting to have him be single in this story. Please do not eat me for being factually incorrect. Peace. Hugs. :)