The sun beat down on the window as the tall ,dark one gazed out at the surroundings. He was trying not to think of the situation and tried to let his mind drift to simpler things. It wasnąt working. He closed his eyes and pulled his hat down farther over his face as if to pull everything in and settle. He tried to snooze, but the heat of the outside wouldnąt let him.
He tried to write down what it was that was tearing him apart inside, but his heart wouldn’t render. He kept asking himself ‘Did she really mean all that much to me, or was it just a passing thing?’ He chuckled to himself. ‘Yeah, a passing thing that lasted 7 years. Who am I kidding?’ he thought inwardly, as he sighed.
Across the way, ,the blond one was sketching on a piece of notebook paper he had stolen from the taken one. He sat thinking or a moment about what he wanted to express on the paper. He settled in his mind for a simple sketch of his little brother. The one he missed the most. But at the last minute, he decide to let his mind be random and after a few minute, his creation took the shape of a girl. A girl with long, wild, curly hair and bright eyes. In his drawing, she was laughing and had a mischevious air about her. He’d never seen her before. He just let his mind do the conjuring of her image and his hands followed the command.
The funky one lay in his bunk with his back turned to his companion. She was trying to sleep off her hangover and he was trying to write a song. His thoughts weren’t flowing onto paper lately the way they used to and he couldn’t help but think to himself that she was the reason for it. Things hadnąt been right between them for a long time and the eruption was expected any day now. He leaned back against the wall and let his gaze wonder to her face. She looked troubled in her sleep, as if the drinks she’d had wouldn’t let her forget her mistakes. He brushed her hair from her face, but deep inside he knew he didn’t mean it.
Sleepiness had escaped the nice one hours ago. He sat at full attention in the front of the bus, watching everything that was going on around him. The dark one looked preoccupied with his stare, the blond one was biting his lip as he erased and stared at the drawing he was working on. The funky one was nowhere to be seen, and the taken one was snoozing on the lounge couch with his girl. He knew that things looked benign, but deep inside he knew there was more going on than met the eye. Like what exactly had caused K. to leave the way the dark one said she had. Maybe he just hadn’t noticed that something was wrong, for he couldn’t pinpoint the reason in his mind for her actions. The blond one was more and more withdrawn every day and he had reason to suspect that family matters werenąt all they seemed to be. The mention of his mother’s name brought a begrudging look and the mention of his brother brought tears to his eyes.
The nice one figured he had that situation worked out.
The funky one’s problems were more apparent to him than the rest. For he could see the way his companion treated him. With contempt and disrespect. ‘The one you love and who should love you back isn’t supposed to be that way,’ he thought to himself. But he supposed that the funky one would have to learn on his own. He on the other hand, had no serious problems at the moment and it was beginning to make him feel left out. Maybe if he had someone to share his feelings with, it would be different. He could make his own problems. The only problem he had on his mind was just how lonely he felt for himself and his friends.
The bus rolled into the next town, and with that came the anticipation of all the new one would bring. All the new people, all the headaches, all the heartaches that the ones who adored them would endure. But it was normal to them all now. It was an every day thing. They were ecstatic, because as much as they loved doing this, they were going home in three weeks. Three short week s compared to the six months they had been through. Six months of Europe, Asia, and America. Now, home was within their train of thought and it made them happier as each day passed.
All five of them piled off the bus and stretched. Each grabbing his owns bag(save for the one carrying his companion’s bag) they made their way into the hotel lobby, where their fans waited to catch a glimpse of their faces. They waved their hellos as the elevators door closed. No one said it to the other, but they were all thinking at the same time,‘Here we go again,.’ Each went to their own rooms, recovering from the 12 hour drive they endured that had brought them to this place. Now they would wait. Wait or the next night when they would share their craft with the world, just as they had been doing for the past 6 years of their lives. 6 years. That was a long time to all of them. Long enough for two of them to grow up and the others to mature. What a long six years. Six years of good and bad times. Six years of loss and gain. Six years of watching others come and go. Six years was a long time.