blind eyes

08 Sunday

The past few days had flown by in a whirlwind that had Sunday absolutely exhausted. She couldn't possibly motivate herself to do anything today to take advantage of their hard-won day off. Many of the crew and the other bands, hell, many of Motionless, were headed out to see varying sights throughout St. Louis, but all she wanted to do was catch up on sleep and maybe, if she was lucky, sneak in some reading. She was highly engrossed in her current ebook, a supernatural horror retelling of the Donner Party's story, and all she wanted to do was to snuggle in with her Kindle and some quietude.

Chris had begged and pleaded with her to come out, but she had urged him to go with the others and maybe, if he was lucky, she would feel inspired to catch up with them later in the day. There had been some back and forth, but eventually he agreed to a nice dinner, just the two of them as a consolation for her wanton laziness. She kissed him goodbye as he grabbed his phone and headed out with Spencer from Ice Nine and a few of the crew, mumbling about some awesome haunted house that they were going to check out.

When silence finally descended upon the bus, Day sucked in a deep breath and let it out slowly. Blissful, joyous, magnificent peace and quiet. Living on a bus with a bunch of guys meant that she never had a moment alone, and certainly not a quiet moment alone. Right now, she could orgasm sheerly from the joy of utter silence.

"SUNDAY?" someone yelled from above her.

Groaning, she shoved her head out of the curtain of the bunk and glared upward. A pair of gorgeously haunting cornflower blue eyes stared down at her. "Sunday, why didn't you go with the others?" His voice was especially deep from sleep, gritty grains of slumber making his words gruff.

She frowned. "Why didn't you go with them?"

Rick hooked a strand of long raven hair behind his left ear and eyed her curiously. "I wanted to have some peace and quiet."

"I wanted to have some peace and quiet too," she couldn't help but to laugh at the irony.

A smile stretched lazily across his lips at this. "I haven't been sleeping well lately. Insomnia, you know? I thought maybe if the idiots were all gone I'd be able to get some rest, or at the very least do some reading."

"Same," she laughed. "What are you reading?"

He disappeared inside his bunk and then reappeared at the edge, waving an orangey red book in the air. "Dark Matter by Blake Crouch. He did the Wayward Pines series, and he writes a lot of quantum mechanics-based shit that's so fucking bizarre but brilliant."

She held up her Kindle and then giggled. "I'm reading The Hunger by Alma Katsu. It's a supernatural horror retelling of the Donner Party."

"Are you having an old friend for dinner?" he quipped, cocking his head to the side and smirking playfully.

She couldn't help but laugh. "Alright Olson, you're funny. But you still better keep your fucking mouth shut so that I can get some peace and quiet. Honestly, if I had to listen to Chris ramble for another 10 minutes, I was going to take my shoe off and smack him with it. How do you do it? After a week, the sound of his voice began to go straight through me."