When Samuel sends me a text that says:Oh my god, I’m stuck, the lock is broken, I completely lose it and Jackson and Axel laugh with me while Locke stares at me like my face has gone blue, which only makes me laugh harder.
“Somebody help me,” Samuel says, his voice thin, through the stall, and I giggle some more, wiping tears from my eyes.
Axel leans down to look under the door, which has only about an eight-inch gap from the ground. “Dude, you’re skinny, just wiggle under there.”
“The floor is so gross,” Samuel whines, and I think I see Locke crack a smile, however slight.
“Sammy, we can’t miss the first show in Vegas because you had to take a dump, c’mon,” Axel responds and I almost start to giggle again when Samuel sighs deeply, but I manage to keep it together.
At least, until I see Samuel’s red face and his shoulders peeking out from beneath the bathroom door, and then I literally cannot take in a breath I’m laughing so hard, falling over onto Axel who’s also losing it.
Jackson’s filming Samuel while Samuel curses at him, and Locke is…still staring at me, for some reason, which makes me sober up quicker than I expected. When I tilt my head and look curiously at him, he just gives me a slight smile, and since he’s been so mad at me, I’m taken by surprise.
We manage to get Samuel out and he complains for another two hours before we stop at a hotel for the night. I’m still smiling when we arrive, but everyone else seems exhausted. I've hit a second (or maybe third) wind and I feel wired and a little loopy.
Locke gets off before me, and oddly, offers his hand to help me step down.
When I take it and smile at him, he blushes very slightly again and something about it makes my heart flutter.
I gotta get some sleep.