Arabelle and I walk in to find the boys throwing pillows and yelling. I roll my eyes at these boys with monkey-like personalty traits before pushing them out of my way so I can reach the bunk farthest back.
"Hey! That's my bunk," the one with a lip ring whose name I still couldn't remember says.
I gesture my hand as if I am saying 'so', "Your point is? If all you baboons are going to do is argue, I might as well get a bunk farthest away from you. Come on Arabelle. Take the bunk next to mine." In all honestly, I would rather much have a whole bunk section to myself, but I know Ashton is still on my case and I still want to prove him wrong by making it look like I'm friends with Arabelle.
"No way Miss Number One, that's my bunk." Calum pushes Arabelle out of the way before she even reaches the spot I'm at and starts to stand as if he was king of this bus. "It's the whole reason why we're arguing," Calum tells us.
"And that reason being?" I question again.
"You see here Camila, little ole' Ashy here wants to bunk with Michael, but Michael wants to bunk with Arabelle since he kinda likes her face and it seems you want to bunk with her as well."
"Dude! Shut up!" Michael tossed a comforter over Calum which landed on my head aswell.
"I don't care anymore!" Ashton's accent seemed to sound thicker when he yelled. "I'd rather much bunk with Camila if Michael is too stubborn to bunk with me." He throws his arms in the air and turns to me with a wink while lifting the heavy comforter off my head.
I gulp, nervous about the general situation. If I can't be in the same dance hall with this kid for a week, there was no way I could last a whole tour being his bunk-mate. "You guys, doesn't it seem more efficient if the banders bunked with the banders and the dancers bunked with the dancers?" Arabelle suggested.
Everyone looked around at each other, as if they were reading each others' minds. "Nah," they spoke in unison. The pillows kept flying across the room.
"You guys are such children! Can't you guys just mature already?" I shout, my temper finally getting the best of me. I storm out of the bus, and crash into Harry.
"Hey there love," Harry says, his arms clutching onto mine. "You seem tense, what's wrong?"
"I'm fine Harry. It's early, I'm tired," I lie, pulling myself out of his grasp.
"Well, thanks for the fun time last night. I really enjoyed myself. Anyways, do you know if the boys are ready? We have to get to an interview now."
I glanced back to the bus and pushed my hair out of my face before facing him again. "They're being stupid in there. As usual, maybe you can knock some sense into the, and calm them down?" I ask softly enough that you can excuse or forget the fact I called them stupid.
"Sure thing darling." His arms find a way around my own again and he gives me a kiss on the cheek. I cringe at his touch. Always with this boy, so touchy."Boys? Luke, Ash? We gotta go." He knocks before entering.
"We're coming!" More shouts and loud banging can be heard from the walls. Eventually, all four of the guys jump off of the steps of the bus and climb into the van with the waiting 1D boys.
"So boys, new tour. New adventures. Any new ladies?" I hear a voice say as I walk into the interview room. The boys had been in their interview for about half an hour and Amena had wanted to watch them. Neither Arabella or I agreed, but Amena's voice is too much of a pain to hear plead.
I honestly don't mind being around the boys. They seem to admire me and my dancing, which I love of course, but I can't have Ashton around always flustering and lecturing me. A dancer must have poise and confidence and that always seems to be replaced with pure anger or anxiety whenever I'm near Ashton. Yesterday's encounter had only made it worse.
"Well, we do have new dancers," Harry started, "Our managers were tired of us tripping and falling on stage so they said we should try dancing instead."
"I've heard about this. World famous Camilla Casella will be dancing with the 1D boys, correct? Who's the lucky lad that gets to dance with her?"
"Harry does," Ashton spoke, interrupting Harry in the process, "She's an amazing dancer and I have to say I'm quite jealous of him. Camilla is a doll. If I weren't drumming all the time, I'd like to dance with her myself sometime."
"Looks like someone has a bit of fascination for Camilla."
"You could say that, more or less." Ashton let out a giggle. I couldn't help but smile.
I shook my head to wipe the grin off my face as I noticed Ashton and Harry both looking at me.
"Well then," I whisper to myself. "I guess I'm out of here." Arabella looks over at me and let's me leave without question.