I scoff. “I amnota blab.” Truthfully, I don’t see an issue with weed, but I know Tanner wouldn’t let Travis bring his stash on the bus, so I can see why Calvin wants to hide it. Not that I approve, but I couldn’t care less what he does. Maybe it’ll loosen that stick up his ass.
Calvin gives me a look, and I flip him my middle finger. “I won’t tell.”
“Hold still,”I grit. “You’re going to end up with a pink neck.”
Travis cranes his head back to grin at me, completely ignoring the command I just gave him. “I’m getting restless. I didn’t realize this was going to take so long.”
I roll my eyes and position him back around. “Do you want it to look good or not?”
He huffs and puffs but stays relatively still as I work the dye through his locks. He has great hair, perfect mohawking hair. It’s thick and luscious and takes product well.
“Ok, we have to leave it on for”—I check the box again—“forty minutes. Then we can rinse.”
“Fine.”
I peel the gloves off and gather up the trash, tying it into a bag.
“What the hell is that smell?” Tanner asks as soon as he strolls onto the bus. His eyes scan the area, landing on Travis. I hold my laughter in and quickly sneak a photo. I hadn’t realized how ridiculous he looked. This big, six-foot man covered in tattoos and piercings, sitting at a table too small for his wide body, with a towel draped over his shoulders and a hair cap on. Without hesitation, I send the photo to Liv, sighing. Even looking silly, he’s still hot as hell.
“You couldn’t do that anywhere else? We’re never going to get that smell off this bus,” Tanner goes on.
“Oh, piss off,” Travis says. “The windows are open. It’s not that bad.”
I dump the bag of hair supplies in the trash can, then pull the bag out. I consider myself pretty fearless in general, but Tanner’s wrath is not something I want to step in. He looksmore clean-cut than the others, with his short brown hair, neatly trimmed beard, and glasses—people really do call him the Clark Kent lookalike. But he has an edge to him. A fuck around and find out vibe.
“I’ll take that,” Liam says, grabbing the bag from me.
“Thank you,” I tell him, watching as he carries it off the bus, behind the venue we’re parked in front of.
“Ok, I’m ordering lunch,” Calvin informs us, and the guys start shouting their orders at him. Everyone mostly does their own thing when it comes to lunch, but since we’re all together right now, it’s easier if everyone agrees on one place.
I stand by, unsure if I should chime in with my order or not, but Calvin makes the call for me, completely ignoring me and getting Liam’s order when he climbs back on the bus.
I sit down at the table, pulling out my phone. I can order myself something, it’s not a big deal. But sometimes I feel like I’m part of this little family, then other times, Calvin sticks his nose in and makes me an outsider. Even though I’ve known the guys longer than him.
“Don’t forget Ellie,” Travis tells Calvin.
My eyes flick up, meeting Calvin’s muddy brown ones. He looks annoyed as he stares at me, waiting. I don’t even know where he’s ordering from.
“Hurry up, I don’t have all day,” he snips.
Travis turns around to face him. “You have nothing else to do but be our bitch boy until…” He makes a show of finding the small clock hanging on the wall. “This fucking tour ends.”
I bite back my smile, watching Calvin’s face morph into embarrassment that he quickly brushes away. I don’t need Travis fighting my battles, and I’m not sure when he even started, but I’ll let him knock Calvin down a few pegs. He could use it.
“I’ll have whatever he’s having.” I nod across the table to Travis.
“Great,” Calvin says with a tight smile.
Once the timer on my phone goes off, I rinse Travis’s hair in the tiny bathroom. He had to get on his knees, and he was still too tall to get his head low enough for me to reach. The tops of my toes ache from standing on them for the last ten minutes.
Watching the last bit of color swirl down the drain, I scrub the stains, making sure not to leave any proof behind for Tanner to find. Travis shakes his head, showering me with water from his hair.
“Hey!” I shriek, but he does it again, grinning at me as specks of water dot my face and arms. I grab the towel hanging on the hook, intending to swat him playfully, but my wrist flicks a little harder than I meant to, and the towel whips across his chest. He jumps, eyes going wide.
“I’m sorry!” I say, backing away as much as I can in this small room.
He rubs the spot on his chest. “That wasn’t nice, May.”
