Apple Doesnt Fall Far From The Tree..

( I found this old writting shuvved in the back of a folder.. its not even finished )

When the bus pulled into the parking lot of the first hotel, the question "where do the girls sleep?" arose. since, sneeking on the bus with no contract forbids us to even be here in the first place, the hotel wouldnt let us in. tom kept me company outside the hotel building. i stood against the west wall and smoked a ciggeratte. Tom sat on the curb. "tom, how am i suppost to get in there? they wont let me past the door!" he flipped his phone open, then closed. open, then closed. "i dont know.. what do you think eric and cheyenne are going to do?" he asked me. "he's probly going to have her sleep in the bus..." he starred at me. "but, of course, YOU dont want to sleep in the bus." "im not sleeping in the bus!"