Jaime and I had just finished a... wild night. I rolled out of bed, pointing my toes, and stood up. I pushed my sex hair out of my face and proceeded to put on one of Jaime's Rebel Eight shirts. They smelled like soap and a tad of cologne. Along with the interesting smell of his pomade. I loved mornings like this. His hair was wavy and laid flat against his head.

"Morning, sexy," he smiled, grabbing my waist and pulling me back into the warm sheets that reeked of teen spirit.

"Morning, babe," I grinned. He kissed me cutely, rolled my body on top of him, and allowed my hair to fall all around his face. I just wanted to kiss him and never have to breathe again.

"Okay. Go get ready. You still have that interview," he kissed my nose and gently shoved me off of him.

"Fine," I sighed. "I guess round 2 will have to wait until later..."

"No! Come back!" Jaime whined, leaning on his elbow to show off his golden skin stretched over muscle.

"Nope," I smirked, popping the 'p'.

"You're impossible," he shook his head. He climbed out of the bed, meeting me in the bathroom with an eyeful of his... family jewels. He wrapped his arms around my waist and swayed me as I tried to straighten my hair.

"Jaime, you better let me finish or so help me god, I'll never let you use my straightener ever again," I threatened.

"Fine," he sighed. He padded over to his side of the bed and pulled a pair of tidy whities out of his suitcase.

I straightened my hair, squeezed my boobs into a crop top, and shimmied into a pair of skinny jeans. I ran for the makeshift studio that had been set up, getting there just in time to see Alex grin, hand me a coffee, and walk me inside to sit on the couch.

The interviewer smiled at us, introduced herself as a pit reporter, then told us to relax and that everything would be fine.

"So, Carter," she began. "What's life like on the bus with these guys?"

"Actually," I blushed. "I stay on the PTV bus with my boyfriend, Jaime."

"Ooooohhhh!" She teased and all the guys laughed. She went on to ask a bunch of questions about Jack and Alex, occasionally having a few for Zack.

"Carter," she turned her attention back to me. "Who do you ship? Jalex, Merrikat, or Zalex?"

"I ship them as a big old orgy," I laughed. Jack scooted closer with his hand around my waist. He smirked at Alex and I plastered a smile on my face to hide my confusion from the rolling camera. Zack scooted over towards me, too, and I knew they were up to no good. I tried to escape, but they easily pulled me back and started tickling me. We were all laughing like crazy, camera rolling and everything. Finally, they decided they should stop before I peed my pants. I sat back up and smoothed out my hair, regaining my composure.

"God, they're assholes," I laughed.

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The day had finally finished and Jaime and I were walking hand in hand back to the bus. We were acting all lovey dovey, giving each other quick kisses when no one was looking. His right arm was wrapped around my waist, holding me close to him as we tried to get to the bus without tripping over each other's feet. He stopped me.

"What, babe?" I asked, biting my lip anxiously.

"The bus," he pointed.

All the lights were off, the tires were slashed, and the side had been spray painted with the word "whore". There was drunken laughter off in the distance and my insides boiled.

"I'm fine," I assured Jaime with the most realistic fake smile I could muster. "It was clearly Oli trying to make me mad."

He half-smiled at me, even though I could see the concern in his sparkling brown eyes. I silently took his hand in mine, turned around, and led him to Gavin's bus.

"Hey, Carter," Gavin grinned, giving me a bear hug. "I haven't seen you in forever."

"I know, Gav," I pouted. "But I can't stay on your bus because apparently having sex at two in the morning is frowned upon."

"Oh, God... You know, Craig told me about that," he chuckled.

"He's so dead," I blushed furiously.

"So, what brings you here?" Gavin chuckled, sitting on the sofa and patting the spot next to him.

"I- We- The bus- um..." I tried to form a coherent thought.

"Oliver was being an asshat and defaced our bus," Jaime explained, squeezing my hand.

"Ugh," Gavin scoffed. "I'll call up the girls and get the hair dye."

I laughed, "Thanks, dollface."

Jaime looked at me with a weird glint in his eye. "Does that make you Yeah Boy?"

I grinned and nodded.

Notes

Well, it's been a while, I must admit. But, we're coming to the end of this spectacular journey.
Comment your thoughts on what'll happen next. c;