The King and Queen

Calla’s pov
When I woke up I was still in the same position I was last night.

I had slightly red and puffy cheeks.

I ran my hand through my hair before grabbing my phone and climbing out the window and down the rusty ladder on the side.

I ran from the building and called Joel.

He answered on the second ring and I explained to him what was happening.

Lucky for me their band was passing through New Jersey because they played a gig in Maine.

They were going to pick me up in a few minutes.

I told him where I was and waited for the bus to come.

It took a while but finally a big white and blue bus pulled up.

Nick, Joel, and Mike opened the windows and yelled, “Welcome to the bus of Irony!”

I laughed and climbed on when they opened the doors.

“Irony?” I asked.

“That’s the name of our band.” Mike smiled wide.

“Will you guys shut the fuck up?” Emily yelled from the bunk area.

Nick and Mike rolled their eyes, and I just gave Joel, a look when he yelled, “Sorry Emmy.”

Joel shushed us then they attacked me with a group hug.

“Hey, Calla you can play guitar right?” Nick asked.

I nodded.

“And you can play the piano right?” Mike asked.

I nodded, “Yeah why?”

Nick walked into the back then came back with a Keytar.

“What the hell?” I asked.

“If you can play piano and guitar you can play the Keytar.” Mike told me.

Joel knew how to play it so he taught me how to hold it.

I learned quickly then we ate soup and went to sleep.

I slept with Nick in his bunk, but as I climbed into Nick’s bunk, I swear I heard Emily mumble, “Whore.”