Broken Foster Kid

I'm currently cleaning the bus, like I always do. I'm honestly getting sick of being the fucking maid. It's so stressful having to do laundry, pick up trash, fold laundry, clean the bathrooms, and make dinner while having to fit the bands schedule. Being a teenager is already difficult, and now i'm basically a fucking parent. Ever since Sarah came on tour with us, Brendon stopped helping. I love Sarah, just its fucking annoying that I have to do all this shit by myself. I sit on the couch and I text Pete.

"Pete can you come help clean my bus?"

"At rehearsal."

"Oh. Sorry."

I turn off my phone. I feeling like crying because of stress, so I go in my bunk, that's what I do until I fall asleep.

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"Why is this fucking bus a mess!" I hear Zack say. Oh no he fucking didn't. "Sorry I didn't clean it." I mumble from my bunk. "It's not that difficult Lydia." Brendon says to me. That's when I snap.

"You know what? It is that fucking difficult. Every fucking day I have to stay in here and do all this shit for you guys, while remaining in your fucking schedule. Being a teenager is hard enough, but now it's like I'm becoming the fucking parent here, Brendon. I get it, it's tour you don't have much time but when you do, you still don't do shit! I'm sick of playing the fucking maid! I get no break from it either! You guys expect me to pick up your trash, do your laundry and fold it, clean your fucking bathrooms and make dinner, all in the time span of 3 fucking hours. And its fucking stressful!"

"We don't expect you to do these thi-"

"Yes you fucking do Zack! You come in here and say 'Why is this fucking bus a mess' because you fucking expect me to clean it. Don't even fucking lie to me.  This shit is getting on my nerves. I'm not fucking cookie cutter perfect ok! I can't handle all this shit. It's obnoxious as fuck and I'm sick of being the parent here. Brendon, Mike, Dan, and Jake, you all know where the fucking garbage is, use it for once. I found 87 beer caps in the couch because you lazy sons of bitches can't stop playing fortnite for one second! Nicole and Sarah, clean up your fucking makeup if you get it on the sink, Zack same with your fucking beard hair when you trim it. Don't even deny you don't do  all this shit because you know you do! Don't even get me started on your fucking snacks, you guys can't even eat a simple chocolate bar with out making a fucking mess. Fucking children."

"We are grateful for what you d-"

"Then fucking act like it. I don't even get a single thank you for all the shit I do. I'm going to bed. Good fucking night."

I storm off into my bunk and silently cry. I fucking hate tour life.

<next morning>

"Hey sweetie, can you wake up? I made breakfast!" Sarah says, trying to get me up.

"NooOo" I groan and flip over.

I hear Brendon next.

"Wake up doofus."

"Nah."

A few whispers happen.

"If you wake up i'll give you a kiss!" Mike says.

I shoot up and hit my head on the ceiling of the bus.

I hear laughs.

I get out of my bunk and go to the living room area.

"Holy shit! Guys it's so nice in here!" I exclaim. They cleaned the entire living room.

"We wanted to say sorry." Jake says and Mike continues,
"For always making a huge mess. We all owe you big time. We'll look after our stuff from now on." He says, looking at the ground. I smile with gratitude. "Thank you guys. I apologize for the way I acted last night." I tell the group. Mike looks at me as if he were to say 'what the fuck do you mean?'

"You don't need to apologize. You were right Lydia." Brendon pauses to think, then continues.
"I am the parent and I need to pitch in and help. As a band member, and your father, my laziness needs to come to an end."

I smile. "I love you guys." I tell the group. I get engulfed in a group hug. We stand there for a few seconds until Sarah speaks up.
"Come on we gotta eat!"
And so, we eat.

POSSIBLE MIKEXLYDIA KISS IN THE NEXT CHAPTER 👀