***Ok everybody, the author was VERY tired when she wrote this chapter so excuse her if there are any ridiculous or stupid mistakes...***
"Tracy! What is your problem! I apologized for bumping into you, it was an accident!" "Yeah right, I know you did it purposely, just like your purposely sleeping with my man!" "Get a life Tracy!" The arguing continued throughout the parking lot of the McDonalds, and no one made a move to stop it. A.J. stood off to the side, examining his nails while Carol watched on with a smirk. Nick sat on a rock, bent over his hands clasped, watching the argument with great amusement. He was hoping for a cat fight so he could see Trinity get clobbered. Howie, Kevin, Brian and Donna were all asleep on their buses. The early birds had stopped for some fast food breakfest, and as they were walking in Trinity accidently bumped into Tracy when Nick had purposely stepped on her foot to piss her off.
"Look Tracy, I don't know why you argue with me constantly, and constantly try to terroize me, but its got to stop. I belong on this tour and you don't, so if you don't watch yourself you might be finding yourself on a plane back to wherever the hell you came from so shut the hell up!" Trinity was so angry at this point. She couldn't believe herself, arguing with this bimbo. She was better than that, but yet, here she was, arguing and trying to diss her in anyway possible. It was so immature and she had to get away before she made a bigger idiot out of herself. She left Tracy standing there and she barged into the McDonalds. A few minutes later everything had settled down a bit, and people went to their seperate buses. Trinity once again, sat alone in her bus doing nothing paticular. She slowly chewed on her hashbrowns, listening to Randy tiredly mumble about his ex-wife of six years and how she left him for a guy who looked like Jay Leno.
To make it easier, she sat up in the passangers seat for once, instead of sitting behind Randy. Randy occasionaly reached into his own McDonald's meal bag and munched on his egg mcmuffin (ever notice how in ALL BsB fiction, they ALWAYS end up in McDonalds? McDees is ALWAYS in a BSB fanfic, its funny) swallowing his bits and continued talking. Trinity REALLY did try to listen, but her head kept tuning out again. To everything she could think of. George was late on his calling her and it drove her crazy. She wanted out of here now. It might have grown on her, but it still couldn't take away the feeling of "home." She missed her cozy apartment, with her cozy bed, her cozy clothes, her cozy recliner, her cozy kitchen, hell, she even missed her toilet. It all started to catch up to her, and she only anticipated the end to come soon. She was dying to go kick some ass now as well. Being undercover was one thing, but being in this for her protection killed her. "Trin...Hey Trin..." "ARRGHHH! I hate that name!" Trinity suddenly shouted jumping up from her seat causing Randy to slam on the brakes suddenly in the middle of the open empty country highway. "Trinity, what's wrong!" Randy shouted, unbuckling his seatbelt and following Trinity into the living area. "Nothing! I'm just having a bad morning...with Tracy and stuff, just go back and drive...okay?" Randy could tell she was lying through her teeth.
"Trinity...your lying, I can tell. I'm on this bus with you almost everyday, I know you." "Randy, you don't know me. You know nothing about me! I'm not who you think I am! I'm not anything you believe I am!" Trinity exclaimed. Okay, it happened. She cracked. The stress of George not calling, when she would get out of this, that god-forsaken name *Trinity Edwards*, Kevin, Tracy, Nick, everything was getting to her. She didn't know what brought this on all of a sudden. She was perfectly fine listening to Randy ramble, than he said *Trin* and it got to her. She just attacked. "I have 3 more months on this damn tour, and I can't wait for it to be over! I can't take it anymore!" "What do you mean you can't take it anymore? What? What is it? The fans? The Guys? A GUY? The stress??? No free time? Trin this is all very normal for artists when they first start out. They easily get stressed cause their not used to it." Randy told her. "Randy thats not it. It goes beyond that. Stuff you wouldn't understand." "What? Like PMS?" She growled out her frustration, pushing past him, and walking into the bunk area. She threw herself onto one of the bunks and closed the curtain.
"Trin, I'm sorry no PMS bashing, I'm sorry." "Just go away Randy. Please just drive us to Hamburg already, k? We've probably lost track of the other bus by now." She heard Randy sigh and heard his footsteps head back into the head of the bus. She couldn't believe where this was headed. She already lost it in front of Randy, who would she lose it in front of next? Until her safety was finalized, she had to keep quiet or Donna would have to send her back. And if she didn't she'd be in lots of trouble with the guys. It could even get out to the press and Trinity could wake up one night with a knife to her throat. This was getting too complicated and she was having to much trouble keeping it cool. I hope I can last the rest of the trip... Trinity thought to herself before she fell asleep.
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"Hey dude, Randy what happened back there? We looked behind us one minute and you guys were know where in sight, than ten minutes later your behind us again." Nick asked, coming up to Randy as he exited Trinity's bus. Kevin and A.J. followed. "I don't know...Trinity blew up at me dude. I was just talking, and she just started doing a women thing..like yelling at me and stuff, saying I don't understand. It really blew me away so I stopped the bus and tried to talk to her, but she just hid in the bunks and told me to finish the drive. She's the boss so I listened." Randy explained. "Well whats she doing now?" Kevin wondered. "She's sleeping I guess. I walked into the bunk area as soon as we stopped and I heard light snoring." "Well hey, lets go check on her Kev, thanks Randy, I'll see you up at the hotel room." A.J. grabbed Kevin's arm and pulled him up the small steps into the bus. Kevin just followed, allowing A.J. to drag him.
They reached Trinity's bunk and pulled back the curtain slowly to see a sleeping Trinity curled up into a ball, the sheets twisted all around her. Her long brown hair was matted against her cheek, and she was slightly shivering. Kevin could tell she had been crying and his heart ached. A.J. didn't seem fazed and he bent down on his knees, and began poking her. She began twitching, her body throwing spasms. "Dude, man, don't wake her like that. Don't tickle her." Kevin told him. "aww dude its fun. You should try it." They were interuppted by mumbling from Trinity. "Kevin...don't leave...I....love...AHHHHHHHHH!" Trinity jumped up hitting her head on the top of the bunk so hard that it caused her to fall straight back down onto the bed. "SHIT!" She screamed, wrapping her arms around her head, curling back into a little ball pouting. "Oh my god Trin, ow! Are you okay!" A.J. asked through laughs. It was funny how she jumped up like that and BOOM. Kevin was chuckling himself and was trying to soothe her.
"Go away guys, this is embarrasing. I'm bleeding from the head internally and I don't need you guys making it any worse by laughing." Trinity mumbled through her arms. "Aww Trinity, we're sorry, it was kind of cute." Kevin cooed, making A.J. laugh. "Go away..." She pouted more. "Nope! Your coming with us." A.J. said, practically yanking Trinity out of the bunk. Kevin told him to be careful, he didn't want A.J. to hurt her. A.J. picked up a moaning Trinity in his arms and pracitcally threw her into Kevin's arms. Kevin looked at A.J. in extreme shock as Trinity wiggled in his arms but was too tired to put up much of a struggle. "Now Kev is gonna take you to your hotel room, and I'll bring your bags up. you'll take care of her won't you Kev?" A.J. asked, winking at him slightly. Kevin's eyes were wide, and his mouth was open. "Dude A.J. I can't go out like this with her in my arms...what if fans see us?" Kevin protested. "Dude chill, we went in the back way, you might run into a fan or two but they will understand. Plus, look at her, she's barely awake, I don't think she can walk herself in there. Just take her to her room and put her to bed. Than put some ice on her head, and I'll be right behind you." Kevin decided not to argue and made his way out of the tour bus, Trinity's arms around his neck and her head rested comfortably on his chest.