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Post by chelsea on Nov 22, 2011 17:52:52 GMT -5
 Puts on her best smile But underneath she's a broken girl
Chelsea yawned, curling up more on her bunk as her iPod started playing loudly in her ear from under her pillow. It was ten in the morning, the latest she had slept in since she had joined the band. Her hazel eyes opened slowly, looking around the bus for the first time really since forever ago. The nineteen-year-old was thankful for the small fact that no one had even asked her about what had happened between her and Xander. That was a touchy subject that would never be a good topic for the brunette girl. Her legs swung out of her bunk, a pair of shorts on with a University of Georgia shirt covering her petite torso.
Her calloused feet hit the floor with a soft thud and, dragging her red blanket with her, she trudged into the kitchen. Tiredly, she started the coffee pot and hopped up on the small counter. Her mind was still racing. She had to remember to attempt to be on time to practice, do her online courses, feed Max.... The list repeated drowsily in her brain, until the coffee pot beeped at her annoyedly. "Oh, shut up," she glared at the machine, taking down a coffee cup.
After pouring her drink, Chelsea dropped the blanket that was tangled around her arms and set her cup on the counter before wandering to the back to change clothes. Now in clean, non-slept-in clothes, the girl stepped into the bathroom. Her eyes squeezed shut at the sight of her razor that she had laid in her small make-up bag. Her hand went to the scar on her wrist where she had cut too deep. Shaking her head to erase the memory, she stepped back out of the bathroom and made a beeline to her coffee cup. The brunette brushed her blonde highlights out of her vision and smiled as she took a sip of her coffee. "Hey sweet pea," she nodded to her friend, and bandmate Kate. "A penny for your thoughts?"
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Post by kate on Nov 22, 2011 20:51:42 GMT -5
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[/div] killing lonliness, For once in her life Kate had spent the previous night locked up in the bus just relaxing and working on some music by herself. She hadn't gone out and partied and drank until she couldn't remember how to get back to the bus. Last night she just didn't feel all that great. The relaxation did her some good, she finally got more then 4 hours of sleep and had even found herself waking up early. Not wanting to bother any one she had taken a walk down the McDonald's since it was the closest and had bought some breakfast. Though she came back with enough food to feed every one in the band and probably even the crew. Kate found it funny that people were so suprised that's he was awake this early. Okay so Kate was famous for sleeping all day as Long s there wasn't anything planned.
Once at the bus she gave every one the food and they all headed out to do who the hell knows what. Kate grabbed a mcgriddle out of the bag and started to eat on the couch. Okay so Kate wasn't a huge fan of fast food, but there was something about the pancake with cinnamon and sausage sandwich that she just loved. The quiet soon got to Kate, she hated it and always had to have some sort of noise going weather it was the TV or music. When it became quiet it allowed Kate to think and usually what she ended up thinking about was her family. Any one who knew Kate, knew that she didn't get along well with any one except her older brother.
Kate got up and turned the TV on, turning the volume down low, not wanting to wake up Chelsea who happened to be the only one asleep. It was a episode of Jerry springer, okay so Kate just got a hoot out of all these people making idiots of themselves. It wasn't long before she saw Chelsea scrambling around the bus. Once she noticed the coffee was done, she herself got up and fixed herself a cup of black coffee. She wasn't one to load her coffee with sugar and sweetener. Of course, whats on your mind? she asked sitting back down on the couch and turning the TV off. Her full attention on Chelsea. Kate may have been a bit immature, but she was always willing to listen to a friend in need. Her hands hugged the warm coffee cup as she took a sip. words, outfit, whatever you want
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