I run my fingers through my long brown hair as I stand in the middle of my motel room, my eyes wandering slowly over my surroundings, as my brain tries to register whether this room was worth the price or not. Across from me, in the middle of the room, pressed against the eggshell colored walls sits what looks to be a king-sized bed with four overstuffed pillows under a once brightly colored green and red comforter. Next...

After an hour and a half of driving, the tour bus finally pulls into a parking lot of a simple motel. The walls are yellowing, indicating age and the doors to the rooms have rustic looking numbers nailed harshly to them. I sigh as I look at the motel in front of us, silently wishing there is a better option, but the nearest hotel is three hours away, and motels are cheaper. "Okay! Listen up!" I yell and I struggle to stan...

My eyes strain away from Luke's captivating green stare when I hear the door of the bus open, followed by laughter and cursing. "Eli! You're terrible, that poor waitress didn't know what to do with you!" Jeremy says through his hysterical laughter. I let out a small giggle as I shake my head, thinking how Eli has been like a little boy in a candy store ever since Withering Transit went viral. Eli was someone my brother gr...

"No turning back," I whisper as the front of the bus comes into view. I wrap my arms around my waist cautiously as I approach, a frown forming on my lips as I see red and blue lights glisten on the side of the bus. "They didn't," I say in disbelief. But sure enough, two police cars are positioned behind the bus with three different officers surrounding the bus. "There she is!" I hear from inside the bus and I hang my head...

What's wrong with me? I ask myself as I attempt to open my eyes and lift my arms for the umpteenth time. I can't move... it's like I'm completely paralyzed. I feel wetness slide down my cheeks and land on the corner of my mouth, followed by a cold sensation landing on my forehead. "Gracie, it's time for you to wake up," I hear Chandler whisper, his breath warm against my ear. I swallow the large lump forming in my throat...

Covering up our kiss is always difficult. Danny always seems to need to have some type of physical contact towards me, either his hand on my arm or his fingers in my hair. Guilt always washes over my body when I feel the accusing eyes of Luke on me. "We're here! Oh I can feel a nice soft king bed calling my name," Eli moans with a smile. "No kidding! I can't wait to use the hot tub and relax," I breathe out in relief. "Gr...

"So how was your talk Gracie?" Danny asks with a gruff tone from across the table. I can't help but roll my eyes as I push my food around on the plate, "It was really good. We made up, and everything is back to normal," I breathe out, glancing up at his disbelieving eyes."That's good! But be kind to my poor heart, my cooking is better right?" Eli shouts from the couch, holding his white to-go container full of French toas...

"No turning back," I whisper as the front of the bus comes into view. I wrap my arms around my waist cautiously as I approach, a frown forming on my lips as I see red and blue lights glisten on the side of the bus. "They didn't," I say in disbelief. Sure enough, two police cars are positioned behind the bus with three different officers surrounding the bus. "There she is!" I hear from inside the bus and I hang my head in...

What's wrong with me? I ask myself as I attempt to open my eyes and lift my arms for the umpteenth time. I can't move... it's like I'm completely paralyzed. I feel wetness slide down my cheeks and land on the corner of my mouth, followed by a cold sensation landing on my forehead. "Gracie, it's time for you to wake up," I hear Chandler whisper, his breath warm against my ear. I swallow the large lump forming in my throat...

I don't know where I'm going, I stopped paying attention a few miles back. I've been ignoring the fire burning within my lungs as I run. I haven't stopped since I started, I can't. The pain is too intense to think about what he had said about me. I don't want to remember anymore. I shouldn't have come on this stupid trip with them. I could be with people who actually care about me. I feel tears swell up in the brim of my...

I squeeze my eyes shut as tight as possible as I stretch out across my bed, silently praying the pounding in my head will disappear. My fingertips brush something warm and wet. I frown and I open one of my eyes just a crack, wincing in pain at the light. I blink rapidly before a body next to me comes into view. "What..?" I whisper, slowly sitting up, even though the pounding in my head recommends lying down. "Hey sweetie,...

I sing as the water beats down on my shoulders, my voice echoing off the walls in the tour bus bathroom. The only place I actually feel comfortable singing when I'm all alone.I jump and I drop the bottle of shampoo on the shower floor once I hear the tour bus door open and slam shut. My eyes are wide with fear and my singing instantly stops. Millions of thoughts run through my mind since all the guys are at rehearsal for...