The Boy Next Door

"I Don't Know."

"I'm going to go to the back, I'm pretty tired." Jackson spoke. Everyone snapped their heads towards him and nodded. I watched as all the dancers picked their bodies up from there spots, and headed to the back of the tour bus.

"I guess we just sleep out here on the couch?" I questioned.

"You have the couch. I'll sleep on the floor." Justin replied simply. I was too tired to argue with him, so I got up from the floor and made my way over to the couch.

"We could always share," I replied in a groggy voice.

"It's okay babe, I don't want people to start stuff up. I know you were feeling a little uncomfortable earlier so I just want you to be ready before we make this thing known.

I gave him a reassuring smile before I laid down and closed my eyes.

"Night baby." Justin whispered.

I smiled widely and responded. "Night babe."

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"Wake up guys, we're here." An unfamiliar voice spoke. I fluttered my eyes open and raised my body up from my laying position. Justin had still been spread out on the floor, so I gently tapped him while the man that had woken us up went to the back to wake up the dancers.

"Justin," I dragged on, whining. "Wake up, we're here."

Justin groaned as he sprung up from the floor. "What time is it?" He questioned in a groggy voice.

"Let me check," I replied, pulling my phone out of my pocket. "It's 8:12."

"Damn, it's so early." Justin complained, as all the dancers began to walk to the front of the bus. They all took a seat where they could fit in and just starred. It wasn't that hard to notice everyone was out of it. We had decided to stay up late, knowing the consequences.

"Yeah." I responded.

We stayed quiet for a bit before Scooter walked into the tour bus.

"Well, you guys are all here, and safely." Scooter clapped, sounding more energetic than I've ever seen any human being at eight in the morning. "Today is the big day. I want you guys all ready to give the best tour opener out there."

"One question, why are you so energetic right now. It's at the ass crack of dawn, and you're over here practically cheering like a cheerleader." Justin moaned out, dropping his head in his lap.

"Well maybe because I went to bed at a reasonable time, unlike you guys." Scooter glared at each of us.

"What are you talking about? We went to bed at eight o'clock exactly!" Oscar piped up trying to be as chipper as possible, but failing.

"Yeah, I totally believe you." Scooter scuffed.

"Man, we all will be alright later." Justin assured, earning agreeing nods from the dancers.

"You better," Scooter swaggered his finger in everyone's direction. "Anyway, we are at the arena, they have breakfast inside for everyone then we are going to do a sound check while everyone is setting up and once everything is set up we will do a dry run and you guys will have a bit of chill time until the concert at eight."

"So busy," I added, looking at everyone. They nodded their heads and slowly began vacating the bus.

"Justin, Brooke." Scooter called out before we had a chance to get off the bus.

We both stopped and turned around to be face to face with him.

"Yes?" We replied in unison.

"I want you guys to be on your absolute A game. Tonight is a big not and I want this to be an amazing tour starter."

"Wait, why are you talking to me. Remember, he's the pop star." I replied, pointing to Justin.

"Well, I want you to preform with Justin. Die In Your Arms hasn't been released yet, and I think it would be s perfect experience for you."

"Scooter. I don't think you understand. I can not get on stage with more than a thousand people watching me. What if I screw it up?" I questioned. I could feel my palms began to sweat and my head began to get light headed, so I took a seat on the couch.

"Brooke, I know you can do this. I saw how you looked when you were in that booth. You looked so happy." Scooter confessed.

"What do you mean?" I replied, rubbing my hands on my thighs.

"What were you thinking about when you closed your eyes? What was going on in your head at that time?" Scooter questioned. I looked up to him and parted my lips to began speaking.

"I was thinking about being on a stage. In front of people, but that's not reality. I'm a photographer. That's all I've ever wanted to be." I defended myself.

"Yet you dropped out of college to move to Canada with your boyfriend." Scooter mentioned. I snapped my head toward Justin and he rubbed the back of his neck as he gave a nervous smile.

"Ex, and that's because he was manager of a camera company his father owned. I would be a photographer if things wouldn't have went wrong."

"But they did, and now you need a back up plan. So what's it gonna be?" Scooter asked, folding his arms across his chest.

I stood up from the couch and contemplated in my head for a while.

"I don't know."

"Well I think it would be an amazing experience." Scooter nagged. "I'll make you a deal. Do one show, if you like it you can continue. If you don't like it, you don't have to." Scooter offered.

"Eh," I dragged.

"I think that's fair," Justin added. "I mean it's an amazing feeling being up on stage Brooke."

"Alright," I sighed. "I'll do one show." I finalized.

"Good, now you two go eat!" Scooter spoke, ushering us off the bus.

As Justin and I made our way off the bus, we walked to the arena. Once we got in there, we seen everyone already eating sitting at a table on the side. Walking to the food, we piled our plate with the food that was there. Pancakes, waffles, fruit, veggies, and other healthy energy food. We can't exactly fill up on sweets. That's not good for a performer at all. After Justin and I made our plate, we sat by the other dancers and ate while we all talked. I sat on the end next to Tyrell and across from Justin.

"Sup B?" Tyrell questioned as he shoved a pancake in his mouth.

"B?" I questioned.

"Yeah, as in Brooke."

"Ohhh, so I take it that's my new nickname or something?" I laughed as I picked up a grape.

"For me yeah," Tyrell smiled.

"Cool, I like it." I smiled continuing to eat.

"So Brooke, Where are you from?" Madison spoke up.

"New York. What about all of you?" I answered.

"California." Madison smiled.

"Mexico" Oscar shot.

"North Dakota," Janiah answered.

"Oregan." Jackson spoke.

"Texas." Layla added.

"Illinois." Tyrell answered.

"Virginia." Marcis chuckled. "Vagina, Virginia get it?"

"No Marcis, we don't get it. That's only you." Madison responded with a look of disgust on her face.

I giggle softly and reached into my bowl to pick out another grape.

"Oh no, I got it," Justin chuckled. I looked at him and coughed before I softly kicked him from under the table.

"Ow. That didn't feel good. I don't know why she just kicked me like that." Justin spoke up. I widened my eyes and giggled.

"Well, we now know what we have to look forward to on this tour." Tryell chuckled, everyone else's laughter chimed in.
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