Such a Typical Thing

It's the thrill, it's the thrill that I live for;

The next morning, I was up early. Well, early for me and for anyone else on Warped Tour.

At 7:20, the alarm I'd set on my phone went off and I pulled myself off of the floor with a groan. That floor was doing wonders for my back. Not.

Since no one was up, I changed in the front lounge.

I managed to fit my breasts into a one of my old tennis bras. Damn, had they really grown that much in the year that had past since I'd worn it? Surprisingly my tennis shorts still fit too.

My freshman fifteen had filled out my ass, which had been flat before, but was now perfect. My tennis shorts were meant to be worn under our skirts. They fit like bathing suit bottoms, tight and short.

My hair was curly on the ends, so I worked with that as I pulled my hair up into a tight yet bouncy ponytail. My eyeliner wasn't smeared a bit, so I didn't bother to fix it. I rolled on deodorant and brushed my teeth, wondering how this whole thing was going to end. I pulled on my socks before stepping into my shoes, tying them tightly.

When I stepped off the bus into the early morning sun and heat, Zack was already out there, lifting a bit.

"Morning," I said with a smile, tightening the band in my hair.

He smiled, simply acknowledging me.

I kicked my foot back and grabbed ahold of my ankle, stretching my thigh and repeating it with the other leg. I bent over, "stretching" more.

"I'm ready whenever you are," I told him, turning to loosed my back.

"Okay. I figure we'll start out kind of slow, that work for you?"

"Yeah, that's perfect," I said, hoping I wouldn't keel over in the heat.

Zack started into a jog and I followed, feeling pretty good.

Ten minutes later, it was a different story. I felt like I was dying. I was barely able to hold a jog. There was a nagging pain in my side and my mouth was dry. I couldn't even see Zack anymore.

Wow, this was pathetic.

Ten minutes later and I couldn't even make it any further. I found a nice tree and crawled to a nice shaded spot. I felt sick and put my head between my knees, closing my eyes, leaning against the tree.

I sat there for I don't know how long.

"Are you okay?" someone asked, standing close to me.

I looked up, opening my eyes to see Danny standing beside me.

"More or less," I shrugged, feeling my stomach roll.

"Water?" he offered, holding a bottle of water out to me. I took it wordlessly trying not to get sick. Danny sat down beside me as I unscrewed the cap and took a long drink. "How'd the run go?"

I looked at him blankly and he cracked a smile.

"You're an asshole," I told him, taking another long drink.

He shrugged, smile still present on his lips. I leaned my head back against the tree and sighed.

"Something wrong?"

"I'm just an idiot, that's all."

"What do you mean?" he asked, his smile turning to a frown.

"I came into this whole thing, totally infatuated with Zack, and I was sure that during tour, he'd fall in love with me and blah blah blah. It doesn't even fucking matter. This just shows how out of shape I am and just ughh," I let off with a groan.

"Can I be completely honest with you?" Danny asked. I nodded. "Zack is different when it comes to women. Don't worry about it. And you're not out of shape."

"And this fucking bra!" I said loudly, all of a sudden frustrated to no end. "This is my tennis bra from two years ago. I barely fit into it. But, my tits look fucking amazing. I've never had this much cleavage, and Zack didn't even look at my chest. Just look at my tits. They look amazing!"

"Uhm, I agree?" I looked over to find Danny looking at my chest. My jaw dropped and I crossed my arms over my chest.

"What are you doing?!" I yelled, scooting away from him.

"You told me to look at your chest. So I did," he explained, hardly averting his eyes.

"I didn't mean it literally!"

"Well, excuse me," he muttered, looking away. I could see a blush on his cheeks and I couldn't help but smile.

"I just feel like such an idiot," I groaned again.

"You're not an idiot," Danny told me. "You're just a female."

"And what is that supposed to mean?" I asked, slightly offended.

"It means that your a girl. And you have a tendency to get attached to guys and shit," he explained with a shrug.

"Makes sense." I paused. "What time is it?"

"Around 9:15," Danny said, looking at his phone quickly before standing up. "We should probably head back to the bus."

"Yeah, probably a good idea." I managed to stand up, but that's all I could do. "Danny, I can't walk."

"You have got to be kidding me," he said with a laugh.

"I'm not kidding," I reassured him, trying to take a step, but failing miserably. "Danny?" I asked in my voice I usually reserved for Matt.

"What?" he asked, knowing something was up.

"Will you carry me back to the bus?" I begged, smiling sweetly.

"Uh, no."

"Come on, please?" I begged, sticking my bottom lip out and slouching a bit, leaning forward to show a little more cleavage. I saw his eyes flicker over my exposed skin. I somehow managed to hide a smile of triumph.

"Hop on," he sighed, leaning over.

"Thank you," I said, settling on his back, my arms wrapped around his neck.

"Whatever," he muttered, as if he didn't enjoy my tits pressed against his back.

It was a twenty minute walk back to the bus. Neither of us talked, so it was rather awkward. He smelled nice, I noticed. My shorts had ridden up, so that didn't help with the awkwardness.

When we finally got back to the bus, he dropped me down to the ground and I groaned again, my muscles tight and aching.

"Thanks for the lift," I said, slowly making my way up the stairs of the bus before collapsing on the couch.

I grabbed my phone from my bag and skimmed over the messages. Oakleigh and Garrett had both texted me. I responded to Oakleigh and told her to come to the bus, but I was hesitant to reply to Garrett though. I didn't want to lead him on any more than I already had.

Ten minutes later, Oakleigh stepped on the bus and stopped when she saw me.

"In the year since I've seen you last, did you become a hooker on the side?" she asked, looking me over skeptically.

"Shove it in your cooter, Oaks," I told her with a sigh. "This was my jogging outfit."

She laughed. "How'd that go over?"

"Don't want to talk about it."

Beside me, my phone buzzed. I looked at the message and groaned.

"What is it?" Oakleigh asked, sitting down beside me.

"Garrett. Again," I told her. "I just feel bad."

"Remy, he really likes you," she said, patting my leg.

"I know, I know. I just don't feel the same way about him. I don't want to lead him on," I sighed, leaning my head back.

"You already have, trust me. And besides, you don't really need to worry about him. He's a big boy, he'll bounce back," Oakleigh reassured me.

"You're right, you always are," I said, nodding.

Hours later, my mood was completely different.

Dressed in skinny jeans and a tank top, something Matt would actually approve of, my hair straightened, I was sipping on a bottle of water as I looked for Garrett and Oakleigh.

Matt had warned me that Warped parties were pretty hardcore, and he was right. The music was louder than loud, to the point that I couldn't even hear myself think.

Garrett was sitting with Oakleigh on a grassy hill, away from the crowd. The music was still loud, even this far away. Oakleigh looked completely adorable, as always in a shirt she'd borrowed from me and a pair of shorts and strappy sandles.

"Hey, guys," I said with a smile, slipping my phone into my pocket as I plopped down beside Oakleigh.

"Hola," Oakleigh said with a wink as she stood up. "Sorry to leave so soon, but Kenny's looking for me." She was gone quickly.

"I think we've been set up," Garrett smirked, scooting into Oakleigh's open seat.

"I think so too." I smiled, feeling awkward.

"How was your day?" he asked, making small talk.

"Alright, I guess," I answered with a laugh, pushing my hair out of my face.

"Are things alright between us? You seemed upset yesterday and earlier."

"Yeah, I'm good. Just not used to being away from home."

"Okay," he said with a smile. "I just thought maybe I did something wrong."

"No, not at all." I couldn't help but smile as well.

"Good," he said, leaning forward.

His lips were soft against mine, but it was awkward at the same time. I exhaled as I moved a hand to his cheek. The kiss was slow, but good. At some point, I snapped back to what was happening.

I pulled away.

"Garrett, I'm sorry," I said before standing up quickly. I walked away, shaking my head slightly.

Twenty minutes later, I was standing on the edge of the makeshift dance floor.

"You look like you need this," someone said from behind me. I looked over my shoulder. Danny was standing there, two cups in hand, one of them extended to me.

"Thank you," I said, extremely grateful. I took the cup and took a long drink, feeling the alcohol burn my throat as it went down. I let out a long breath.

"Everything okay?" Danny asked.

"Just my usual, I guess."

"Meaning what?"

"Breaking hearts all over the place," I said, taking another drink.

The song changed.

Downing the rest of my drink quickly, I looked to Danny. "Wanna dance?"