The Tour

Chapter 8

Four days later

After the concert in Kentucky, everyone hopped on the tour bus and headed to the next city. Mandah sat on her bunk as she wrote in her daily journal. “Damn…where’s my white out?” she searched her bunk for the specific item. Justin entered the bunk room and closed the curtain behind him. He glimpsed at her, and took a seat beside her.

“Hey, sweetie. Still writing?”

“Um…yeah. I’m trying to…get this last sentence right.” she nibbled on her bottom lip as she tried to figure out something.

“It was not like I did it for the heck of it. It was for a purpose, John.” Britney spoke on her cell phone as she entered the bunk room. She glanced at Justin and Mandah, then took a seat on her bunk. “Well…hell no. ahaha. Alright, alright. Just…DROP the subject.”

She hadn’t spoken to Justin or Mandah for the past few days. Instead, she tried to make like she didn’t see them. “Um…baby, read this for me and tlel me if I…need to work on it.” Mandah handed Justin her journal.

“Alrighty.” he laid his head on her lap as he began reading the passage. Britney gazed at the two and rolled her eyes. How jealous she was at the moment.

“So…John…when are we gonna go out to…”

“Awwwww. How sweet.” Justin spoke up while sitting up. “I feel so special now.” he leaned in and met lips with hers. “Mmm.” Britney stared in shock as she watched him climb on top of her. “I’m gonna shut the curtain.” he closed the curtain and tied it shut.

She hung the phone up, and pouted. “I can’t believe her.” she spoke to herself. Suddenly she heard a loud whimper.

“OH MY GOD, BABY! FASTER!” she stared, mouth hung open as the bunk shook violently.

Around nine o’clock that night, they had stopped at a gas station. A few people stepped off the bus and bought a few things inside the store.

Justin stood in front of the cashier and sat the items on the counter. “Hmm. Who’s the pregnancy test for?” he locked eyes with the lady employer.

“Um…my fiancé.” Britney headed towards the counter, suddenly focusing in on Justin.

“You’re already working on babies?” he chuckled, and handed her a ten.

“Yes ma’am. Keep the change.” he exited the store and headed towards the bus. Before he realized it, he was pushed against the wall. “What the…” he focused in on the familiar person. “Brit? What the hell is wrong with you?” he spoke angrily.

“What is wrong with you? I can’t believe you’re marrying her. What does she have that I don’t? I have a nicer ass than her. I…”

“Of coarse you do. BUT…with the help of a plastic surgeon.” her eyes lit up.

“You…bastard.” she slapped him across the face.

“Listen bitch. If you don’t get up off of MY MAN…BOTH of those silicones WILL be deflated.” Mandah stood there, heated. She rolled her eyes and brushed pass her, heading towards the tour bus.