Despair and dread filled me up from head to toe. I watched the bus roll out of sight with my clothes still in it. Here I was standing in the middle of a parking lot, practically ass naked. How could I be such a fucking idiot?

"Somethin' wrong?" Bon asked, his voice very close to my ear. I jumped in surprise, clutching my blanket tightly. Turning to face him, I could feel my face heat up. How could I explain what happened? Bon could tell something bothered me. "What is it?"

"I....I...." Taking one last look at the bus that wasn't there, I sighed. "I left my clothes on the bus."

Bon frowned at first then his eyes widened as he looked me over. "Ya' mean you're..."

"No!" I said quickly. "No, I have underwear on." Bon nodded and tried cracking a smile. 

"That's good then," he said. "Ya' want me to walk ya' back to the room?" What I wanted was to bury myself and never come out. But it was a friendly offer all the same. I had to take what I could get. 

"Yes please," I said, hanging my head. "On the double."

Bon started unbuttoning his shirt and I wasn't sure where to look. Off his shoulders it went and he handed it out to me. "Here, wear this till we get there."

My hold around the blanket tightened. "I...really don't want to take this off..." I mumbled. Bon nodded and hung the shirt over one shoulder. He took the blanket from my fingers and held it around me like a curtain, my arms instinctively covering myself from his view. Bon didn't make a big deal out of it and I figured he'd seen enough women for three lifetimes. I was hardly a Playboy Bunny. Taking a deep breath I uncovered myself and grabbed the shirt from his shoulder and pulled it on. I buttoned it up, and it hung over me like a dress. 

"You can leave a few buttons undone," Bon smiled. "Like me."

"You wish," I muttered, fastening the last one. The shirt hung off one shoulder, my bra strap showing underneath. Bon replaced the blanket back over my shoulders and kept one arm over them too, leading me back to our shared room. 

In the lobby were a few women who greeted Bon with very large smiles. That is, until they saw me. I kept my eyes straight ahead but I could feel their cold stares watching me walk with Bon to the elevator. I knew exactly what this looked like, me wearing his shirt, his arm around me. "Don't pay 'em any mind," Bon whispered.

"I can't help it," I said, covering myself more with the blanket but it was too late. They saw me and already had their truth formed. I bit my lip, wetting the already chapped spots. 

"Mornin' ladies," Bon said, acknowledging the women in the lobby. Then he planted a wet one right on my cheek. 

"What was that for?" I asked, trying to keep my voice down. I could hear the women whispering behind me and I could have clobbered the man. I used Bon's shirt sleeve to wipe my face. 

"Let 'em think what they want, ya' know?" he said. "We know what happened." 

I wish I could. After trying so hard to be an ally to women everywhere, I was parading around like some big shot groupie who got to spend the night with a rockstar, practically begging to be seen by any jealous woman within a hundred miles. 

And that didn't sit right with me. 

Finally, after what felt like hours traversing the hotel for our room, we stopped at the door and Bon released me from his hold. He dug around in his pockets for the key, me knowing damn well mine was in the bus along with my beloved clothes. After a minute of futile searching and coming up with nothing, Bon sighed. "Somethin' tells me the keys are on the bus," Bon said. 

I sighed and gently beat my forehead against the wall. Now what? I'd have to sit out here like this all day, praying the bus would come back? Until it did, I'd be stuck with bad breath and a headache. Catching a whiff of my breath, I gagged.

"Hey now, come on," Bon said, getting me to stop literally beating myself up. "Let's go see if Phil's in."

**********

Phil opened the door, holding a plate and fork. "Hey, Bon," he said, chewing on what looked like pie. "Heard you stole a bus."

"Hi, Phil, ya' heard right," Bon said. "More like borrowed." Phil nodded, eyes trained on his pie. When he got a look at me, he stopped chewing and looked me up and down. 

"Hi, Phil," I muttered. "Long story."

"Can we stay with you for a bit?" Bon asked. "Bus got a bit mangled an' they're takin' it in. Our keys are still on it an' we can't get in the room." Phil frowned, realizing the story was a lot more complicated than he thought. 

"Sure," he said slowly, letting us in. I hurried inside before anyone else could get a look at me and Phil closed the door, fork scraping against the plate. 

"Should have come with us, Phil," Bon said. Phil spoke, mouth full.

"I was sleepin'," he said. "Didn't even hear about it until Mal called an' asked." I stood with my back to the wall, hoping Phil would be kind enough to lend us his shower. If I couldn't brush my teeth I was hoping to at least bathe. Phil and Bon stood a few feet away, talking like any other day. "They billin' you for it?"

"Probably," Bon grinned. "I said I'd help, anyway." 

"You're nuts," Phil said.

"Thanks," Bon said. "Any chance we could use your bathroom, Phil? Freshen up a bit?" Bon must have smelled even worse than I did because Phil took a step away from him. 

"I got some stuff in there I need to clean out," Phil said, setting his empty plate down. "Give me a sec." 

Phil disappeared into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. I wasn't sure what it was he needed to clean out but I wasn't sure I wanted to know. Had he already started using the drugs? Did he not want us to find them? Or maybe he was just clearing up his things since the tour was about to start and he wanted to pack? 

I couldn't believe I didn't realize my clothes were gone. What if something happened to them and I never got them back? What if our hotel keys went missing? I stared at my bare feet, taking deep breaths, trying to calm down. Worrying wouldn't do anything to help. The bus would come back completely fixed and this evening before the concert I could sneak inside and get our things. Problem solved. 

I felt a presence looming over me and I looked up to see Bon, his arm resting on the wall above me and his other hand on his hip. I jumped again, putting my hand to my heart. "Jumpy little thing," Bon said. 

"We need to get you a bell," I said. I could understand, though. Back home my family never saw me coming and I could sneak up on anyone. It was fun when you weren't the one getting scared. Bon laughed a little and I felt my face heat up again seeing how close he was. I stayed rooted to my spot, refusing to cower. Bon didn't back down either and I worried my rancid potato chip breath might kill him at such a close proximity. "Thanks for taking us out, Bon," I said.

"Us?" Bon frowned. 

"Angus and I," I said and Bon nodded like he forgot Angus had been with us the whole time. 

"Good ol' Ang," Bon said. "Bit of a grump, that one." Bon smiled again and I figured he teased Angus about this often. 

"He was just tired," I said. "I get awfully grumpy when I'm tired too."

"Could have fooled me," he said. "You were smilin' like anythin' out there."

"I was having fun," I said, wondering when Phil was going to come out. I heard a bit of shuffling in the bathroom and something fell to the floor. I relaxed a little, thinking Phil really had just started packing his things. Bon acted like he didn't hear the commotion and kept his eyes on me. "I haven't had fun like that in a while." After Stelle left I had been in a slump. I could never thank these boys enough for always managing to cheer me up. 

"Is that a fact," Bon said, eyes no longer meeting mine. I shifted my stance a little, the space between us getting a bit stuffy. "Glad I could help."

"Yeah," I said, awkwardly. I was sort of trapped against the wall and couldn't leave and Bon was making no effort to step away. My eyes darted from his to Phil's plate sitting on the kitchen counter then back to Bon. There was almost a faraway look in his expression. I held my hand up to his face and waved it around, trying to snap him out of it. "Bon?"

The hand that was resting on his hip took my hand and held it aside as he leaned in, gently pressing his lips against mine. I held very still, frozen in shock. Neither one of us it seemed had very nice breath but Bon didn't care. I couldn't believe it. First Malcolm, now this? What was happening?? I kept my free hand pinned to my side, the other hanging limp in Bon's grip. When he pulled away I opened my eyes and saw him looking at me, his gaze much more focused now. He let go of my hand and it immediately found its way to my lips, gently touching them. 

Why did kissing people feel so strange?

"Hannah?" Now it was Bon's turn to get my attention.

I opened my mouth to speak and couldn't. The words wouldn't come. I felt like Randy trying to tell Bon off but something held me back. Shock? Surprise? A hint of confusion? "Wh-what was that for?" I stuttered. 

"Dunno," Bon said, keeping his voice down. His hair fell in front of his eyes and he brushed it away. His arm was still resting against the wall but I didn't feel as cornered as before. "Felt like it."

"Why?" I asked. One doesn't simply feel like kissing someone, let alone me. Bon grinned and nodded at my attire.

"Ya' just look so cute wearin' my shirt," he said. 

I crossed my arms as if that would cover anything and looked down, hiding my beet red face. "Don't you have a girlfriend or something?" I asked. Bon looked up at the ceiling.

"Yeah, I've got a few," he said and I rolled my eyes. Great. "Why are ya' actin' so nervous? Haven't you ever been kissed before?"

I certainly wasn't going to tell him who it was. "Of course I have," I said. "But I wasn't expecting....you of all people..."

"What's wrong with me?" Bon asked and for a second I worried I actually hurt him. I racked my brain trying to fix my wording.

"You just....you're a fun guy," I said, attempting to explain the difference between us. "You like fun women, right?"

"As opposed to...." Bon gestured to me and I huffed. "Ya' know you're a lot more fun than ya' think."

"No, I'm not," I said. I wouldn't have anyone butter me up, no matter how many kisses they offered. Bon looked down at his shirt I was wearing and pointed at it. 

"Think I gotta stain on it," he said and I looked down where he was pointing. He stuck his finger under my chin and flicked it up, laughing as he did so. I just fell for the oldest trick in the book. Mocking Bon's laugh, I pointed at his jeans. 

"Look, Bon, your fly is down," I said. And when he looked I made a big show of flicking his face up, laughing for Phil to hear from the bathroom. "Very funny."

Just as Bon tried leaning in a second time the bathroom door opened and he stepped away from me. Phil came out with his hands full of various products, one being a rolled up tube of toothpaste. "Go on in," he said, setting his stuff on the table. "Let me know if I left anythin'."

"Hannah, you go ahead," Bon said. "You go first."

Bon went to talk to Phil and I slipped out of the room, stumbling on my way. Closing the door tightly behind me and locking it, I put a hand to my racing heart, sure I was about to have a heart attack. 

What is this, everyone kiss Hannah??

I looked at myself in the mirror and shuddered. What did these men see? Trying to push the incident out of my mind, I took off Bon's shirt and got ready to have a quick shower, hoping the hot water would ease my tension. 

Little did I know.