Lies 1-50

I ran around dancing wildly. Noah watched from the couch, he had a huge smile plastered to his face. I shook and jumped and screamed with my hair floating around everywhere.

He laughed and clapped. I turned off the lights and turned on the disco ball I bought at the store for $13.00.

I brought a brand new hairbrush to my mouth and screamed along to the song I had thumping through the room. I pulled Noah up and did a slow dance to the violent song that was beating words into our ears with hammers.

He was doing well in physical therapy, and our tour started the next day. None of us could wait, so we had a celebration party with just the four of us.

We sang loudly and drank vodka and liquor and all that fun stuff. There was nothing else we could do, but be happy.

I pushed my lips onto Noah's and we kissed for a long time. His hand slid under my shirt and for a long time just sat there. I waited for him to do something more, but there was nothing.

"Noah?" I pulled back and asked.

"Yeah?"

"What are you doing by doing nothing?"

"What?"

"You know what."

"Oh... Sorry, I kinda just lost the thought."

"Oh?"

"Yeah."

He sounded a little more drunk then I thought he was. He was just barely slurring though.

"Honey, maybe you should lay down." I offered the words on a gold plate, but he just bit through it.

"No. I think I should just sit down..."

I was concerned until the next morning when we woke up next to each other and smiled. We had been packed for a few days, wearing the same clothes, and sleeping in the same clothes that dragged us through the days.

I wanted to get on the road right away. We got on the bus we rented with our club money and I popped in a mixed CD.

"Semi-Charmed Life" by Third Eye Blind was the first song to play. I wondered out loud if the ride to our first stop would be fun. Our friend Mike is the driver. Mike had short blonde hair and more piercings on his face then any other person I knew. He had a low voice that sounded scratchy like he hadn't had anything to drink in a year. I wanted him to grow out his hair but he never would.

I helped Noah put our things in the compartments for junk. Our little bathroom was bleached by me the day before and we had already picked our bunks.

I climbed up into mine and put my feet up on the ceiling. I pulled a book out of my purse and opened it to the first page.

The bus engine came to life with a loud rumble. It startled me to wake up and I jumped out of my bunk. I looked and saw it was already night time. The guys had stopped for some food, but figured since I was asleep I wouldn't need anything. I wasn't hungry after suddenly having my stomach in my throat.

They sat at the little table/couch and ate some junk food. They were milking the 'rockstar' thing and we hadn't even started really touring yet.

I knew I was going to have the hardest problems while eating on the road, I was a vegetarian. Of course I would have it the hardest.

I stared out at the road as we sailed passed it. The wheels on the pavement was a smooth thing that no one seemed to notice but me. I liked it that way.

I took a sip of the water bottle they bought me and smiled. My pen came to life in my notebook later on and I came up with some really great stuff. I wondered if we'd ever use it.