Thirty One

As my eyes adjust to the impatient sun pouring from the tour bus windows, my head can't seem to rid itself from a constant dinging sound.

"What is that?" I frantically ask to no one in particular. I'm afraid I'm losing my mind! I scratch my head, blinking quickly in hopes to clear up my eyes.

"Your phone." A groggy yet loving voice answers. An olive hand with a dark tattooed wrist stretches out, offering me my heathen machine.

"Oh, thanks." I murmur, looking at the bright screen through bleary eyes.

Hundreds of tiny Instagram icons fill my ever so blurry vision, and I just can't understand why so many people are so intrigued with my account. I've had it for such a long time and no one has ever found me so important before.

I cautiously unlock my phone, surprised to see I have hundreds of follow requests. I've always kept my account on private because I've always been a bit personal. I like to keep things between me and my friends, not between me and people I've never met.

"What is this?" I mumble, scrolling through my feed. Lots of pictures are taken of me from third person, many of them consisting of my walks with the boys.

I click on one picture, reading the caption.

'I found her account!' It read, the picture including my username. I scrolled more, casually choosing random pictures and reading similar captions.

'This is her!''Omg she's so pretty LOOK!''I don't blame Tyler but what about me?!'

Don't blame Tyler? I travel over to his account, surprised to see a picture of me sleeping. On his chest! I look at the post date and he uploaded this merely minutes ago!

"Tyler..." I start, slowly turning my head. "What have you done?"

"Gone public." He says with a shrug, nibbling on an apple. I giggle at his nonchalant posture, holding my hand up.

"Toss me a banana." His face instantly contorts, his mouth hanging so far open I can see the crushed apple remains lingering in his mouth.

"Who are you?!" He demands, holding a banana by its end and pushing it to the end of the counter. "Bananas are disgusting."

"That's what she said." I mumble.

"Wait, what?!" He asks astonished, his eyes widening. "Please, tell me you did not-"

"So, today's an off day?" I ask, ignoring his questions and interrupting him.

"Yeah." He tells me, crossing his arms. "I don't know what us three should do..."

"Bowling!" I exclaim, throwing my hands in the air.

"Josh did say you'd know what to do. " Tyler says before walking into the bunks. "Josh you ready?" He asks, swinging open his curtain.

"Yeah, where to?"

"Bowling."~~~I sit on the aging seat, slipping off my tennis shoes I had been already wearing. I had to quickly get ready because the boys felt it was urgent to hurry up and make it to the bowling center.

"I want to do lots of other things today!" Josh complained, rushing me to get ready.

"Here, let me do it for you." Tyler offers, kneeling down in front of me.

"No thanks." I say kindly, pulling one striped shoe onto my left foot.

"We rushed you, it's the least I can do." He persuades me, putting one hand on mine and pulling it away from my shoe.

I sigh loudly as he places the other shoe on my right foot, acting like I was a queen.

"She's not Cinderella." Josh says with a chuckle, trying to wear down how awkward this is.

"She is to me." Tyler says quietly, probably thinking even I didn't hear it.

"Okay, I have a question." I say, leaning back as Tyler knots my shoes. "If Cinderella's heel fit so perfectly, then why did it fall off? It would mean when the prince was looking for who the shoe fit, it would had to have been slightly too large!"

"That's a great point," Tyler announces, setting down my feet and placing his hands on his one upright knee. "You should call and complain to Disney about this outrage."

I stand up with my arms crossed and walk casually over to the bowling balls. I pick up a pastel blue one, examining it like I actually know what I'm looking at.

Tyler picks up a spotted black ball, positioning himself to roll it down the strip of wood.

"Tyler, we have to put our names in." Josh tells him as he clicks our names into the keyboard. I lean over to check our names, surprised to find he put 'TyJo' and 'OliOxen'.

"Okay, go ahead TyJo." I say with a giggle though Tyler ignores the nickname. He swings his arm back, letting go so powerfully when he returns his arm the ball nearly hits the roof!

I break out in laughter, most likely attracting more attention to my cackle than to the soaring ball.

The ball lands with a hard thud, cracking the impaction point on the wood.

"Tyler!" I wheeze, wiping my eyes. "I think- I think you did it wrong." I manage to say, laughing so hard I need to put my hands on my head to open my lungs for breath.

"Let's get out of here..." Tyler says quickly, slipping off his bowling shoes and running out of the building. Me and Josh quickly follow suit, though it's difficult when you can't breathe from laughter.

"I'm heading back to the bunks." Josh says with a laugh once we are outside. "That was the best moment on this tour so far." He adds, shaking his head. "Stay safe, I'll meet up with you guys later." His saggy posture walks away, the bags under his eyes concerning me.

We nod and walk the other way, looking around for any appealing place.

"There's a diner right there, want to check it out?" Tyler suggests, holding my hand in his. I look at the time on my phone, confirming it was fair enough.

"10 till 12, I think we're good for lunch."~~~Tyler shakes his head as I giggle and tease him, pointing out he should use his strength for basketball, not bowling.

"It was a slippery ball!" He protests scratching his head. "I bet it was a prank somebody did for the next people to come."

"Sounds like they like to play... hardball." I say, bursting out into laughter. "Come on that was a knee slapper! But be careful, don't use as much force on your knee as you did that ball!" I exclaim, giggling viciously.

"Olivia." He pouts, crossing his arms and leaning back. "Stop, please."

I think hard before deciding.

"Only if you kiss me." I bargain, leaning halfway across the table.

He quickly pecks my lips and leans back against the seat.

"From what I remember, you're a better kisser than that." I tell him, furrowing my eyebrows. He leans forward, his elbows touching mine and our faces inches apart.

"Do you deserve it?" He asks me inquisitively.

"I think so." I reply with a smirk.

He places one cold hand on my cheek, tilting his head sideways and our lips meeting. We move in sync, the feel of our touch erasing all the public bicker around us.

That is until we hear a simple 'click.'

We both turn to face a camera on the other side of the window, it's black shape mocking us. The camera lowers to reveal a blonde teenager, her eyes wide with excitement and what seems to also be fear.

"And here I thought we were in private." Tyler says rubbing his face. "I'm sorry, Olivia."

"I don't care." I say, giving him another kiss once the young girl runs away. "It's kinda nice to be seen."