Page 40 of Make Me Laugh

She smacks me on the ass as we walk down the front porch and through Hilda’s garden. “Stop worrying about your snake. I can do this. I’ve watched you feed her a couple times now. That’s progress!”

Watching and being the one delivering a mouse to its death is different though… I’m a vegetarian but am not ignorant enough to think my carnivorous snake should be.

I stop walking. “Frank⁠—”

“JoJo, it’s fine. I’ve got this. You worry about yourself and figure out where you want to go next. The world is your oyster. Go make a pearl or whatever.” She wraps her arms around me as I hear the approach of a vehicle from behind.

I pull out of our hug and glance over my shoulder, met with a newer looking Class C Motorhome.

I’m sure it’s coincidental it pulls up at the curb where West said they’d pick me up… Until the door flies open and he’s the one who climbs out.

“Welcome to life on the road, Joey baby.”

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

THE ONE WITH THREE DUDE ROOMMATES

Comment: I hope @WestParkerComedy adds more stops to his tour!

Comment reply: Dude probably just woke up to this shit-storm… Give him a second.

The look on Joey’s face is the exact one I expected when we pull up in the camper my parents let us turn into a tour van.

“What is this?” she asks with wide eyes.

Frankie’s about to explode with laughter.

“It’s our tour bus,” I tell her, leaning against the door frame casually.

When I told my parents I was putting together a tour in the states, they were giddy to have me back on U.S soil and home for the holidays this year. They were the ones to suggest we turn their RV into a tour bus since we’d be on the road from the end of August to Thanksgiving. Who am I to tell them no?

It’s only two years old and clean as hell for three dudes on the road together. My mom would lose her shit if we brought it back trashed, and none of us want to deal with a mad Melanie Isakson.

“This is a camper,” Joey clips.

I hop out and grab her backpack with a smile, surprised she doesn’t refuse my help. “Technicalities.”

“You didn’t tell me we’d be sleeping in a camper.” She stares at me with the cutest look of annoyance, brows pinching in the middle, and a snarl on her pretty, plump lips.

“You didn’t ask.” I shrug one shoulder, throwing her bag over the other. “And neither did our contract, so…”

Now she looks like she wants to slap me. I take a step back.

“A place for me to sleep was kind of an unspoken requirement.” She looks at the RV like it’s going to transform into a five-star hotel before her eyes.

“There’s an extra bed.”

“How much sex has been had in this extra bed?” Of course, she’s staring directly at me when she asks… as if Enzo and Kell aren’t just as horny!

“We have a very strict no sex on the bus rule.” It was the first one we made when agreeing to live in it together for three months.

Enzo pops his head out, making a show of checking his watch. “Can you guys bicker on the road, please?”

Joey eyes me before turning to hug Frankie again. “Love you. See you for dinner on Monday. If I don’t text back within five minutes, I’m dead, and you should call someone.”

“I promise we aren’t going to hurt her,” I assure Frankie as her best friend climbs into the camper.

“Honestly, she’s not the one I’m worried about.” Frankie smiles sweetly and waves. “Good luck! Have fun! Don’t do anything stupid!”