5 :13 in the morning, it is way to early to wake up. I don't want to get up. I don't know what city I'm in and I don't really care. There is only a few more concerts to do and then I get to rest at home. Taylor's up and, oh God, he's already singing. Why the hell is he always so awake in the morning?
Socks, I've got to find some socks before I get out of bed. The floors of this bus are always so cold. "God damn it! Where are my socks." A pair of sock come flying at my face. "Gee thanks."
"No problem, just shut up so I can go back to sleep."
Ike's cool. He's not a morning person either.
"Okay okay, another beautiful city with a ton more people to meet and you two are still in bed?" Taylor smiles at me. Doesn't he know not everyone is as in love with him as those damn eight year old girls? They are really annoying. Why don't we have any fans with breasts?
"Zac, you're not moving." No really? Should I hit him with a pillow? Maybe then he'll shut up. No, if I imagine enough maybe he'll just disappear.
"Leave him alone, you kept him up all last night talking about Aimee again. Let him sleep."
"I can't help it if he listens to me."
What ever gave him the impression that I listen to him? The fact is he's just too damn loud to tune out. Aimee Osborne, whatever she sees in Tay I will never know. But as long as she keeps him happy I don't care. All it means is that she has to listen to him whine about his problems and Ike and I don't.
Okay, I'm putting on my socks. I've got to get up. We'll be spending the night in a hotel this time. The bus is good enough, but there's just something about a bed that is actually big enough to hold my body that is just so inviting.
"Look who's up!" Tay is sounding like Mom now. Oh God, how scary. I wonder if Aimee know he acts like this?
"What's for breakfast?"
"Whatever you feel like making."
Does that imply I'm supposed to cook or I'm supposed to fend for myself? Ike's eating some bizarre cereal shit, so I guess I'm supposed to make my own.
"Those eggs look good, can I have some?"
Damn it Taylor! Get your hands out of my eggs, you're going to contaminate them! "I thought you already ate." Why don't I ever say what I'm thinking?
"Yeah but those look good. You're not going to eat all of them are you?"
"Yeah I am." If you want eggs make them yourself. It's not that hard.
"Okay." He shruggs and walks away. That's the problem with Taylor. If you don't benefit him then he doesn't care about you. He wasn't like that, just when Hanson got big. That's all I am now, an accessory. It kinda sucks because people used to love me for being wacky and crazy but now life just sucks so much I don't see the use.
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