Keith
My mind raced as Sam closed the door leaving the bathroom. I grabbed a towel and dried my hair as I stepped into my clothes. I had to go apologize.
Sam
That was horrible. My heart was beatin so fast, I could hear my breathing slowly growing quiet though. It was my first day on this bus, and Keith had already seen my nude body and I had seen his. The image of his wet chest kept creeping in my mind. His arms were perfeclty shaped, and his hair was slicked back. He was just so, beautiful.
Suddenly, I heard the bathroom door opened. I cracked my curtian and saw Keith standing beside his bunk facing the wall. He turned around the face mine.
"Sam?" he said. His vioce was so smooth.
"Yeah." I peeped out.
"I'm sorry about that, I didn't see anything. I swear. " He said. I opened my curtian and gaced at him. He wore a pair of black jeans and a white t-shirt. Damn, he was hot.
"It's not your fault, I should have knocked or something. Maybe announced myself." I drawed the curtian back and stood up . A small bead of water slid down his tan and crashed into his shirt.
"No, I should have locked the door. I'm not used to a girl, I mean woman being on board. " He said. We were face to face all alone, apart from the sleeping men alone the walls. I could hear George slighlty snoring, and Ryan's arm was hanging over the edge of his bunk.
"It's ok. I swear. " I swallowed. I stepped back and slid my hands in my pockets. His eyes travelled down to the floor and rested at his feet.
"Good, the shower is empty if you want to use it now." He said.
"Yeah, I'll go now. " I grabbed my clothes and stepped in he bathroom. I leaned my back againist the closed door and let out a deep sigh.
Keith.
I felt so bad for what happened. When she went to shower I went into the kitchen and pot on a kettle of tea. I sat waiting for her to return.
Sam
I showered as quickly as I could. The warm water felt so good on my skin, I let it run down my chest and onto my legs. Someone left an open bottle of Axe shampoo, the smell reminded me of my little brother. He lived on Axe shampoo's and sprays. Eight other bottles lined the walls of the tiled shower. I could barely read their Gaelic labels.
I reachd my soap covered arm out the shower and grabbed my bottle of Strawberry-Peace soap. Finally, something I'm used to.
After the shower I slipped on a pair of black sweat pants and a gray v-neck shirt. Everyone else was dressed up, but I didn't care.
Gathering my belongings, I went out of the steam filled room and into the hall. Cold air pinched my cheeks. I threw my things on my bed and closed the curtian, to block the view of my mess.
Keith was sitting in the mini kitchen drinking a cup of tea.
"Would you like some?" he asked. He held out the cup he was holding. I grabbed it and took a small sip.
"Thank you." I took a seat across from him. I'm glad he was acting comfortable around me, whether he was or not, I didn't know.
"Your welcome. Sorry, I crashed as soon as you arrived. I should have stayed up to show you around or something. " he said. His blue eyes peirced into my soul leaving me breathless.
"It's fine. Ryan, George, and Emmet helped me. Daniel is so cute." I said smiling some.
"Yeah, he's a good kid. " He finished his tea and slid the cuo across the table. His hands looked so inviting. I wanted to touch them so bad.
"George said everyone played an instrument, what do you play?" I said trying to start a conversation.
"Guitar. I play guitar. " he said. I tried to imagine him holding the same acoustic George had played earlier that day. It looked perfect.
"I'd like to hear you play. " I said.
He stood up and started to walk torwards the music room. My eyes followed him until I lost sight of him. Soon he returned with a beautiful guitar in his hands. I had never seen one like this before. The hole was not under the strings, it was above them.
He didn't say anything before he started to gently pluck the strings. His hands were slowly moving around teh fret board. The guitar began to sing, the melody he was playing was simply beautiful. I watched his eyes focus on the strings and back to his other hand. Laying my head back I closed my eyes. I focused on the sounds that he play oh so softly. Several moments passed before he stopped playing and propped the guitar up on the chair he was sitting in. I opened my eyes and the met his.
"That was amazing. You are so good. " I said.
"Thanks, you will hear me play more on stage. Are you nervous?" he asked.
Nervous? Why is he asking if I'm nervous? Nervous around him. I guess I was silent too long,he spoke again.
"Are you nervous about the show in Florida? " He asked.
"Oh, the show, " I said biting my lip, " I'm not sure yet. I haven't practiced any of my music."
"Yeah, you can do that in rehearsals." He said. I watched his lips as he talked. They were light pink and slightly wet from the tea.
We sat there in silence.
"Who is driving the bus?" I blurted out.
"Oh, Ben is. He's not in the band." Keith said. I nodded my head and made my eyes look away from his.
"I guess I had better get some sleep." He stood up and stretched his long arms over his head. "Big day tomorrow." he quietly said.
"Yeah, I'll be going too. " I stood up and placed his cup in the sink.
He watched my every move until I bent down to lay in my bed.
"Goodnight. " I heard him whisper.
"You too." I said. We both slide our curtian shut. The light breaking through the small crack went dark. He must have shut it off. I peered though and looked at his dark bunk, hoping I could see him. Nothing.
