Bunk beds.
Billy Ray told Betsy and I we have to sleep in the bunk beds. That are in the bus.
No wonder they were in there.
There are six bunk beds, the kind where somebody can either sleep on the bottom, or on the top.
Billy Ray, and the other two bodyguards, James and Richard, will sleep on the couch.
Luckily the couches are in a separate room.
The bus has rooms!
And luckily either Billy Ray, James or Richard will be driving half the time.
Unluckily, three girls, three guys.
Who's gonna be the girl or guy to end up bunking together?
God. I hope none of the guys snore.
Ditto.
"So who's bunking with who?" Betsy asked the five of us, as in the boys, Miley and I.
We were having lunch in the bus, stopping at McDonalds along the way.
(I ordered a medium cheeseburger meal, with orange juice, and large fries. What can I say? Fries are addictive.)
I should really cut down on the junk I eat.
Nah. Not gonna happen.
"Flip a coin," Miley suggested.
Betsy shook her head.
"Takes too long."
"We could pull names out of a hat." Kevin suggested, after a moment of thought.
Betsy smiled at him.
"I'll go get some paper," She said, going to the suitcase.
I thought I saw a flash of jealousy run across Joe's face, but I wasn't sure.
Besides, what could Joe be jealous of?
The way Betsy smiled at Kevin and not Joe?
And besides, Joe has AJ. You know, AJ from Aly and AJ?
I watch way too much TV.
Everyone had finished eating, and I Joe was finishing the last of my chips.
"These chips are really good," Joe said, stuffing some into his mouth.
I grabbed the fry holder. Three more left.
Miley noticed it too.
"Planning to save some for Georgie?" Miley asked sarcastically, "Since it is hers?"
She grabbed a chip and put it in her mouth.
"I'm a guy. I'm hungry." Joe explained,
"So?" I replied, stealing the fry holder. "I'm a girl. I get hungry too."
And before he could answer, I grabbed the two remaining fries and put them in my mouth.
Joe stared at me.
Nick too, I might add.
"Why are you staring at G?" Betsy asked the boys, plopping down next to Kevin, a notebook and pen in her hand.
Sitting across from Miley, and next to Joe, I noticed the notebook looked a lot like the notebook I had...
"Hey! You stole my notebook!" I exclaimed, grabbing it out of Betsy's hands and clutching it to my chest.
Betsy looked guilty.
"It was the only paper I could find."
"But from my book? You know that's sorta, kinda REALLY private!"
"I'm sorry." She apologised in a small voice.
I quickly ripped a blank paper out of it and handed it to Betsy.
"It's ok," I sighed, "Just don't do it again."
Pushover much?
I should really learn to be more stubborn.
Betsy flashed a quick smile at me.
"What's in the book?" Nick asked.
"Lyrics," Betsy answered, "And poems."
"Really?" Kevin, Nick and Joe said in unison, clearly impressed.
I blushed and nodded, as all the attention was on me.
"It's like, my way of venting." I explained. "And you guys can stop staring. It's flattering, but freaky."
"Sorry," Kevin apologised, "I think it's pretty cool that you write songs. Who do you write for? Yourself?"
I nodded in Betsy's direction.
"I write, she sings." I explained.
Can you perform? Plleeeeeeeeeeeeeeease?" Joe begged.
Betsy and I looked at each other.
"No," I said, "Sorry."
"Whyyyyyyyyyyyy?" Joe whined.
Betsy came to the rescue.
"My voice...is not warmed up. Properly. Doesn't sound good after I've had MacDonalds." She replied softly.
Ever since that confrontation between Joe and Betsy, it's been super awkward between the two of them.
Like now, for instance.
"Can I read your lyrics?" Nick asked suddenly.
"Uh," I started, "I'm not exactly comfortable with you readig my lyrics....I'm not comfortable with anyone reading them, for that matter."
"So how does Betsy know that you write lyrics in there then, huh?" Joe asked, sounding like he was trying to prove a point.
"Uh, dude?" I showed him the cover, which - in black texta - wrote Lyrics and Poems.
"Oh." Joe and Nick said at the same time.
"So. For the bunkbeds, I was thinking that each girl has to pair up with a guy, otherwise one girl/boy will end up being together. Okay?" Betsy asked.
"Sounds good." Kevin flashed another smile at Betsy, and I swore I saw Betsy turn the slightest of pink.
And Joe turn pink as well, but not in a good way.
After writing the guy's names on a piece of paper, Betsy got a hat and put the names in.
"Miley, you pick first." Betsy said.
Miley reached in, and picked out....
"Kevin!" Miley exclaimed.
"I bags the top bunk!" Kevin exclaimed.
Miley rolled her eyes playfully.
"I'll pick," I offered.
I put my hand in the bowl, and picked out.....
"Batgirl!" I said, not knowing whether I should be excited or not.
Joe smiled happily.
"We can have late night snacks and talk about me all night!" He squealed, in a girly voice.
Everyone laughed.
"I bags bottom bunk!" I shouted.
Joe stuck his chest out.
"Good. Because I wanted top anyway. Why would you want bottom?"
"So it's easier to play pranks on, duh." I said in a duh voice. "And apparently you still need to 'pay' me back."
"Oh yeah." Joe said, then grinned. "Thanks for reminding me."
I smiled.
"Anytime."
Silence.
"So I guess Nick's with Betsy, huh?" Miley said.
"I bags top bunk!" Betsy yelled, Nick a few seconds late.
"Oh man, I wanted top bunk," Nick said, almost sadly.
"Then you can have it," Betsy shrugged. "I only wanted it because there was no other girls having the top bunk. I don't want it that much."
"Yay!" Nick shouted, happy.
So happy he gave B a big hug, then turned red.
Obviously he wasn't an impulsive person.
Like on the first day, I felt a spark of jealousy, this time lasting for six to seven seconds.
What was wrong with me?
It was 10:30 pm.
Betsy, Joe and Kevin had gone to sleep/
I could hear Joe's soft snores - that were strangely comforting.
As I climbed into bed, I couldn't help but think that Joe and I were going to be good friends.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw something that made me smile, and made me happy for Miley.
Standing next to Miley's bed, was her and Nick.
Nick leaned towards her and, let me tell you, it was more than a kiss goodnight.
Miley and Nick had gone to second base.
FRY HOLDER. HILarious.
Camp Rock pictures.
This picture reminds me of a Michael Jackson song...
"The way you make me feel, you really turn me on...."
