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"You know you're laying in my bunk baby..." Gabe said walking towards me.


"Don't call me baby."


I pulled the covers over my head hoping that it would become a wonderful force field that could block him out.


Apparently not.


"Alex went to bring your friends to their new sleeping quarter," he mentioned sitting on the edge of the bed and bending so that he wouldn't bump his head.


"So where'd they end up?"


"Well your friend Trish ended up on the Cute Is What We Aim For bus and your friend Camille ended up on the Fall Out Boy bus."


I couldn't help but start laughing until my stomach hurt and i couldn't breather.


Gabe just looked at me, lost.


"What?" he asked confused.


"This should be very intersting," I said slyly.


"Why...?" he asked cautiously.


"Well, let's see- Trish has a super humongo crush on Shaant and Cam hates Joe Trohman with a
passion. They went to high school together and apparently he was an extreme asshole to her."


"Trohman? No way. He's so chill. I can't see him being like that," he said disbelievingly.


"Well I'm just repeating what I was told," I said raising my hands up in defense.


"Hmmm," he said thoughtfully.


"Yep. So where's my dear cousin?" I asked changing the subject.


"Went to hang with the boys on the FOB bus," he told me, "he'll probably end up crashing there."


"So what are you up to? It's only 12. The night is still young."


"I'm ready for sleep," he said yawning.


I was rightfully surprised by his answer.


"Not the answer you were expecting, huh?" he asked knowingly.


"I guess you could say that..." I admitted.


"Don't believe everything you hear or read," he said distractedly.


"I don't," I said indignantly.


The tension was broken by Nate's cell ringing.


"Nate-y boy you can stop pretending to be asleep and answer your phone now," Gabe said laughing.

Nate just turned his head to face us, "Busted," he mumbled.


I couldn't help but laugh at him. He looked like a child that has just been caught stealing a cookie
from the cookie jar. He answered his phone, said a few words, and hung up.


"I'm out. Crashing at The King's bus. Travis's cousin Adrianne is there," He said slyly.


"Go get 'em tiger!" I yelled, slapping him on the butt as he walked out.


"See you guys tomorrow," he called out.


"Well you're a feisty one aren't you?" Gabe asked chuckling.


"I guess you could say that."


I looked around the small room we were in.


"Where'd Ryland go?" I asked, just noticing that he was missing.


"He has this issure where after every show he must sleep on the pull-out couch on the front of the bus."


"So... he really is as odd as he seems?" I questioned.


"Yep. Pretty much. But he's the good kind of odd," he said trying to defend hid friend.


"Well I'd hope so. We don't need the bad odd, muchh like yourself," I threw out.


He mockingly put his hand over his heart.


"Now have I done anything that woulde urge you to think of me as odd?" he asked, acting hurt.

I just gave a pointed look towards the picture of Kurt Cameron hanging in his bunk.


"Long story," he said, saking his head, amused.


"I don't think I wanna know..."


"Believe me- you don't," he admitted.


"So you must be Alex's infamous little cousin Taylor from Jersey?"


"Do I even wanna know what he's told you about me?"


"Probably not," he warned.


"Ok. What do you know?" I asked scared.


"Well, let's see... oldest of three children, grew up in the suburbs, big family that's very close,
majored in psychology, has a short temper and a major attitude," he said stopping there.


"Ok. Get down to the embarassing stories," I demanded.


"Well, I've heard about when you got a mozarella stuck in your throat and almost choked to death, got your but stuck in a pot, and threw all the shirts Alex had with what you thought were shitty bands on the out the window and then set them on fire," he said thinking.


"Ok, that's not bad," I decided nodding.


"He talked about you alot but he never mentioned you being this gorgeous," he tried to charm me. That wasn't gonna work.


"Ok Casanova, go sleep in that bunk, I want yours, I'm nice and comfy," I commanded as I snuggled more into his blankets.


He just sat there gaping at me. I just kicked him off the bed. That snapped him out of it and he quickly got up and wiped the pretend dust off of himself. I guess he wanted to save some pride. I turned away from him to hide my laughter.


"No need to be so agressive," he mumbled, crawling into the bunk across from me.

I assumed it was Nate's bunk because on a big piece of paper on the wall was written "Nate Rockz".

I discretely looked over at Gabe who was already passed out, shirt off. And I know what you're thinking what you're thinking, but no, I did NOT stare shamelessly at his bare chest. I had more self control than that.
I couldn't help but turning to face him. I also couldn't help but turning to face him.

And couldn't help snuggling more deeply into his blankets either. Idefinently couldn't help it that my last conciuos thought before falling asleep was how good his scent on his pillows smelled...