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“Abbey Dark.” His voice is shocked like he is surprised to see me. “How can I help you?”
“She’s here to hang out with Wes.” I hear someone else pipe up from the back of the bus. The voice sounds familiar. Ah, right, Ben, I quickly recall.
“Nice.” The guy smirks. “Wes!” He calls down the bus. “Abbey Dark is here for you.” He steps aside. “Please come in. We don’t bite.”
“I do.” Ben corrects from where he sits on a bench. He flashes me a grin, guitar perched precariously on his lap.
I laugh lightly but there is a fluttering happening in my stomach. I realize now hanging out on Wes’s bus means there would be other people around, too.
“Hey.” Wes appears, towel-drying his hair. A few drops of water trickle down his chest. He is shirtless, and I see some tattoos on his chest. I fight the urge to bite my lip. He looks hot as fuck. “How are you?” He asks, coming over and giving me a small half hug.
“Okay.” I say, fighting against the urge to melt into his embrace.
“Have a seat.” He says, pulling away from me and motioning to another bench. “I’m going to grab a shirt.”
I really wish he wouldn’t, that we were alone, and that I could do ungodly things with him.
“Okay.” I say again and sit on the bench across from Ben.
“So.” Ben asserts himself. “This is Dennis.” He points to the guy who opened the door, who is now sitting at the kitchen table. “We are honored to have the great, amazing Abbey Dark on our bus. To what do we owe the pleasure?”
“I’m just here to hang out.” I say with a shrug, looking around their bus.
It’s a lot different than mine. There is a small kitchenette area with no oven, just a microwave. There is a kitchen table with a booth on either side and two small benches on either side of the bus. Looking down, I see rows of bunks, more than are on mine, which makes sense; more people bunked on here than on mine.
“I heard Wes and you had a fun night out. It’s all over the internet.” Dennis says.
“Yeah. Apparently, it’s impossible for a guy and a girl to just be friends.” I add.
“Apparently so.” Ben says with a light but deep laugh.
“Can I get you anything to drink?” Wes’s voice carries in front of him, as he steps back into the common area, wearing a band tee.
“No, thanks.” I shake my head.
“I’m going to have a beer. Want to play a game?” Walking over to the fridge, he grabs a bottle of beer.
“Sure.” I shrug. I feel awkward and out of place. I’m rarely around people in the light of day. I feel small and vulnerable.
“We found this cool card game called Cards Against Humanity. It’s a game for those with a wicked sense of humor.” Wes says.
“Do you have a wicked sense of humor, Abbey?” Ben asks with a grin.
Wes looks over at Ben, who is staring at me.
“I don’t know.” I reply.
“Get the game, Ben.” Wes says.
Ben breaks his stare and sets his guitar against the bench as he gets up and walks down towards the bunks.
Wes slides into the booth around the table across from Dennis. He motions for me to come have a seat next to him, and I slide in beside him.
Ben returns with a long black box. He sets it on the table and slides into the booth next to Dennis in front of me.
Wes presses his leg against mine and, for a moment, rests his hand on my thigh under the table, giving it a squeeze before he removes it.
We played a few rounds of this game. I learned I do have a wicked sense of humor, as some of these cards are just terrible but also funny within the context of the game. Wes has won the most rounds.
