Pierre Bouvier (Untitled) INFO

~~Kinsey's Point of View~~
I woke up the next morning. I could hear everyone out in the kitchen.I changed into a pair of Pierre's sweatpants and one of his sweatshirts. I walked out and sat down next to Pierre. "Hey." He said. I yawned. "Hey." He brushed a lock of hair off of my face. "How are you?" He asked. "Mmm I've been better." My hair was still up in a ponytail from yesterday but some of the hair had started to fall out. I glanced over at the clock and it read 1:02. "Holy shit I slept late!" I heard David and Ashley chuckle. "Why didn't anyone wake me up?!?!?!"
"Because we thought you needed to sleep." Elizabeth told me. I stayed silent. We had a show tomorrow. "We should probably practice for the show tomorrow." I said.
"Yea we do." Katie said. We all spilt up to practice. We ran through all the songs at least twice.
Finally the next day rolled around. The show was getting my mind off of 'him.' We spent the day getting ready. The show rolled by smoothly. No one fell off of the stage thank god. We were becoming quite the hit. I was SO happy. The days went by smoothly. I kept my mind off of 'him' pretty well. I tried to be happy when I did think about him and tried not to grieve to much. That's whathe would want. Right? I was starting to doubt myself. Like I didn't think that I was honoring his memory. I kept all of these thoughts to myself. No one on this bus could tell me what it was like or even thought that they could relate to losing someone so close. They were all so tight. I felt like I was intruding. They all knew EVERYTHING about one another. They are all so nice but I felt like they are only keeping me around to be a singer. They DO hateAmericans. I was jolted back when I heard Liz yell: "Fuckin Candians!"
"You are a Candian dumbass!" Ashley yelled back.
"NO I'M NOT I'M BRITISH!" A british accent could be dectected when Liz yelled. I laughed and sat down on the bed.