Miserable at Best

I swear I could organize these boxes by size, color, what type of shirt or if it was a jacket one night. And by the next stop someone had managed to go through all the bins and destroy all of my hard work. Honestly, it was really aggitating. Why would anyone need to even go through the boxes after I had closed up the merch table? It's not like it would be so hard to neatly grab whatever shirt you needed if someone wanted to buy a shirt last minute. But leaving the bins a complete mess was unacceptable. Like I've said before messes are a pet peeve of mine, but right about now I've just about had it with cleaning up everyone else's
mess.

One bin that was supposed to hold red shirts had about every shirt of the boys merch, not folded the way they had been last night. The jackets were in almost every bin possible, and the booty shorts? Oh, they were everywhere. I picked up a red shirt contemplating on what to do, when something came over me, I could feel my body temperature rising as I knocked over every bin spilling out the contents onto the venue floor, "I've bloody had it with all of this!"

I ran my hand through my hair, and fell to my knees and began picking up the mess I had just created, "I'm sick of not being home. I miss my friends, my life. I don't even bloody lo-"

"Here, let me help", I stopped grabbing shirts recklessly to see Derek on the ground beside me, pulling a bin close to us, and folding the shirts before putting them neatly into their designated box. It had been awhile since I heard his calming voice.

"No it's fine, I bloody made the mess. Let me get it," I told him grabbing the shirt from his hands.

"Brook, I wouldn't offer to help if I didn't want to, now stop being so damn stubborn and let me," he said retrieving the shirt from my hand and began folding it again, to place it in another bin.

I bit my lip, and watched him continue to fold shirts, jackets and booty shorts, "I know I said I'd help, but that didn't mean me doing all of the work, and you sitting there...watching me."

I laughed, "Sorry," and began following his actions of folding everything and putting everything back in it's place. We sat there silently folding merch, we had become quite the team. He would fold the red and blue shirts, where I would fold the jackets and booty shorts. Seeing as how Derek couldn't figure out a neat way to fold the jackets I relieved him of it. It was sort of cute actually to watch him fuss with a jacket for over five minutes.

"So can I ask what is it that got you so upset to knock every bin over?" he asked as he continued to fold.

"Oh..uh it's nothing. It was nothing."

"Nothing made you that upset? Really? I'd hate to see you when something actually made you upset!"

I laughed, but avoided the question none the less. And just as I thought I had won that battle he brings it up once more, "So you going to tell me? Or do I have to guess?"

I contemplated, "I guess I'll share..I've just been having a hard time adjusting. I hadn't even been in the states that long when Alex and I started tour, so it didn't leave much time for me to get used to much of anything. Alex and I are constantly fighting and making up. I'm tired of taking care of everyone and their messes. I just want to be home."

"Well tour's almost over, you'll be home in no time", he advised me trying to cheer me up.

"No, I mean home, over seas. I miss it so much."

"Then go home."

"I can't just leave Derek. It's not possible."

"Sure it is, serve Alex papers, and go home. Maybe happyily ever after doesn't include him."

I had never thought of it in that fashion, but if I ever did think of doing such a thing I'm sure that my family would highly disapprove of me serving Alex divorce papers. But then again, in Derek's mind he was probably hoping that my happily ever after included him. And at this point, I had no idea if this girl would ever live happily ever after.

"Everyone deserves to be happy, Brook," he told me as he set down his final shirt into it's bin, "Let me make you happy."

His lights eyes had never shined as bright as they did right now, and with no objections on my part his lips soon found mine like they had so easily before. Without hesitation we found our way out of the venue and back to the hotel, barely keeping our hands off of eachother. I don't know what had come over me, I wasn't the type of girl to do this. It wasn't me. But I guess tour changes you, some for the better and some for the worse. I hadn't quite decided on which described me as Derek and I finally made it to his empty room, him kissing me as he shut the door behind, not caring if anyone saw.