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Being Carter Hood (5SOS)

Chapter 26

~ Carter's P.O.V ~

"Wow, this is awesome." I gasp while stepping into the large tour bus. "Isn't it? It even has three bunk beds so we all get our own bed." Stella says excited, appearing from the hall. "Are you telling me I can finally choose what my bedding looks like?" I ask with a grin, raising my eyebrow. "Thats exactly what I'm saying." She giggles.
"Where is everyone?" I ask curiously, hearing faint laughs. "Oh they are in the lounge room." She gesture towards down the hall. I gasp slightly. "This seriously has a lounge room?" I say as we begin to walk down the hallway, passing the bunk beds Stella mentioned. "It seriously does." She chuckles then stops in her tracks turning to face me. "Where's Michael?" She asks. The mention of his name makes a smile spread onto my lips. "He's on his way." I tell her. "Omg what happened?!" She whisper yells once she notices my smile. " Stells, it was amazing. I think we might actually be together once we talk things out." My smile remains as I say this. "Awe I'm so happy for you." She hugs me.
It crazy how nervous I was going into the room, not knowing what to expect. Then once he woke up it seemed too easy. That it just happened perfectly, like all the quirky things I did was how its was suppose to go. I don't even care if I seemed goofy, because it gave me the result I wanted. My cheek is still tingling with chills from his lips against my skin.
"Hey! Carter!" Ashton comes from a doorway followed by Calum and Luke. "Hey guys." I greet them all with a hug. "Aren't you excited to finally have a bus?" My brother asks me and I nod happily. "We're using this the whole tour right?" Luke asks Calum and Calum nods. "Nice." I grin. "Once Michael gets here we'll choose who's bed is who's." Ashton informs me while wrapping his arms around Stella's waist.
The tour bus door suddenly opens and my stomach does a flip and I nervously don't look since my back is facing it. The things this boys does to me.. "Speak of the devil." Luke laughs and glances at me. "Dang man, rough night?" My brother laughs towards Michael. I mentally take a deal breath and turn around to see him chuckling and shutting the door behind him, he's wearing denim jeans, a grey sweat shirt, and a pair of grey vans, also dark black sunglasses. "This is nice." Michael says looking around the bus. "Yeah we were just about to pick our beds." Stella tells him and nudges me for no reason.. "Oh alright. We all begin to walk into the gall between the three sets of bunk beds.
"I must have a bottom bed." Ashton tells us while placing one of his pillows on a bottom bed. "How come?" I ask curiously. "No reason." he shrugs his shoulders. "Ashtons afraid he'll role off the top when he's sleeping." I jump slightly as Michael whispers this in my ear , sending chills down my spine from behind me. "Shut up." Ashton narrows his eyes at him, embarrassed. Making me giggle. " I'll take the one above you, then." I say while throwing my bag up onto the top bed. "I want this one." Michael says quickly, claiming the bed next to mine, the top one. He looks to me and smiles and I couldn't help but blush. "I wonder why.." Stella gleams. "I'll take the one under yours." My brother says, shaking his head at us. Then Stella takes the bottom one on the set across the hall, leaving Luke with the one on top, but he didn't mind.
Soon, we let the driver know were ready to leave and we begin our drive to Florida. Everyone does their own thing since for the rest of today we just plan to un pack, then after is when Michael and I will talk. Before I start unpacking I change into some cozy clothes. Black leggings, a red distressed loose long sleeve sweater, and I through my hair up in a top knot. Just as i walk out of the bathroom into silence, a built in black radio catches my eye. My face light up and i walk to it. This is exactly what this bus needs, some music. I turn the knob and set it on 97.5, i begin to move my feet to the beat of 'Cool Kids by Echosmith' i skip to my bed and start to put my clothes in the drawers next to it. I sway my hips and mumble the words. I begin to laugh as Calum dances down the hall into the lounge room, doing the shimmy. Stella, who is laying on her bed looking at a magazine begins to laugh with me. The song changes as I begin to make my bed. I start by putting on my very light pale pink sheets, then I set on my grey ruffled comforter, and infront of my pale pink pillow and my grey ruffled pillow I place a white throw pillow that says DREAM in black letters. After I hang up a string of small black lantern lights on the wall my bed is against I clip some pictures of me with the guys and Stella and I on it. "There all done." I sigh happily, climbing down from my bed and admiring how it looks. "Wow it looks so pretty!" Stella gasps once she looks up. "Will you help me with mine? I'm not very good at decorating." She asks sweetly. Before I could say yes Michael walks out from the lounge room, without his sunglasses "Hey Carter, can we talk now?" He asks with hopeful eyes and I look to Stella. "Go. We'll do it later." She winks down at me and I nod nervously before I walk to him.
In silence, we walk all the way to the back of the bus where there is a sitting area so we could be alone. I sit on the other side of the couch then him. He notices my shyness and laughs before pulling me towards him. "Don't be shy." He smiles and I nod my head. "So, what made you change your mind about us?" Michael begins the conversation. You know what, we aren't having this conversation for me to be shy. I need to say how I feel. So I take a deep breath and confess. "I'm so tired of fighting, Michael. All this 'I hate you' stuff is stupid. I don't hate you at all. The mistakes you've made, I'm over it. I can't stand lying to everyone, including to myself. I've tried so hard to hate you, to ignore my attraction to you. I'm done stressing over it. I just want to be with you, Michael." I grab his hands and take a deep breath. I look at him, his eyes are slightly wide and his mouth is open. "R-really?" He asks, a smile growing on his face. "There's nothing more I want right now." I reply in confidence. "Me either." He tells me, before cupping my cheek and pulling our faces closer as his lips brush against mine before they connect in a passionate kiss... The kiss that could make everything okay.