Joke Me Something Awful [Jon Walker]--06

"Bye Ashy. I'll see you soon, ok?" Tate said, hugging me tightly.

I noted that he was already taller than I was.

I groaned at my nickname.

"Yeah ok, Tater-tot. Take care of yourself, buddy." I shot back. He made a face at me once he wiggled out of our hug.

I watched him grab his skateboard and start off down the street with two of his friends.

"Ashlynn, you be safe, ok? I worry about you a lot, off with these guys..." James told me, hugging me as well.

I laughed.

"Would I ever get into any trouble, James?"

He cracked a smile.

"No, I guess not. But there's always a first time for something." With one last hug, my big brother let me go.

I picked up my freshly laundered clothes and started walking towards the tour bus sitting in our driveway, Brendon running around it for some reason.

I saw James motion for Jon to talk to him for a second, but I ignored it. James was probably giving him the usual spill about taking care of his defenseless little sister, blah blah blah.

"Hurry up Ash-a-lynn; we have to leave in a minute!" Brendon called out, still running circles around the bus, and pronouncing my name like a three-year-old might.

"Bren, what the heck are you doing?!" I laughed, trying to pull all my clean clothes through the bus doors and having a little difficulty doing it.

"Exercising!" Brendon called as he passed by the doors once again.

I laughed.

"Lemme help." Spencer said politely from behind me.

Together we pulled my laundry bag as hard as we could, and ended up flying backwards as the bag finally shot through to the inside of the bus.

I landed on top of Spencer, breaking my fall pretty well, but I also hit my head on the kitchenette counter, making me see stars.

"Oww." Spencer said dully from beneath me, sounding muffled.

I giggled and rolled off him, my head pounding.

"Next time..." Heavy breathing, "...I will find an easier way..." More heavy breathing, "...to do that." I stated, trying to stand up and only succeeding in falling down again.

Spencer did the same thing and giggled as well.

"Uh guys? What are you doing?" I looked up to see Jon looking down at us, confused, which only made me laugh more.

Perhaps I suffered traumatic brain damage.

"We fell." Spencer giggled.

Jon rolled his eyes and helped me off the floor before calling Brendon inside.

He acts like the father of these guys sometimes...

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Four hours later, the bus was pulling into yet another parking lot some ways from Chicago.

I yawned and started to crawl out of my bunk as soon as I felt it lurch to a stop.

Brendon and I had "Bus Surfed" for almost three hours and by the end, I was so tired I could barely stand.

I don't know why riding on a tour bus makes people so tired, excluding Brendon, but it just seems to take all my energy away.

"Lunch time!" Someone, sounding an awful lot like Brendon, shouted, running past my bunk.

I jerked and hit my head (once again) on the top of my bunk ceiling.

"Fuck you!" I shouted back, but whoever it was (Brendon...) was already flying out the door of the bus.

It turns out that all the busses stopped at this McDonalds.

Not only was Panic here, but Fall Out Boy, Gym Class Heroes, and The Academy Is... were all enjoying lunch with us.

And I was horrified to find out that we weren't even at our destination yet.

"Come sit with me, Ashy!" Brendon called as soon as I walked into the fast food joint, squinting at the lights and looking crappy, I'm sure.

He was sitting with Ryan and Joe in a table in the back, looking like he didn't care what Ryan and Joe were discussing in low tones.

Mad at Brendon, I chose to sit at the table holding Pete, Patrick, Jon, William, and the kid named Sisky, which I totally didn't get.

I ignored the hurt look Brendon shot me and sat in between Jon and William, leaning on Jon's shoulder.

I just wanted to nap some more.

Jon casually rubbed my arm and handed me his coke so I could sip on it.

I tried not to think about last night, when Jon had kissed my neck and told me he loved me.

The memory stung when I thought about it anyway and I lifted my head off Jon, a little resentful.

What I would give not to have these feelings for him...