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Kai stared at the message on screen from Tara. Since when did Parker say he was going to screw him? And when did he agree? Gathering up all of his resolve, he chucked his phone at the sleeping figure of the drummer.

Parker let out of whoosh of air as he felt something collide with his back. Grumbling obscenities to himself under his breath, he sat up for the second time and grabbed the offending object. A cell phone? He looked around, and saw Kai was awake. Holding up the phone, he asked, "Is this yours?"

"Yes, it's mine. Tara texted me and said that you wanted to give it to me roughly at the hotel. Care to explain?" Kai asked, narrowing his eyes and crossing his arms over his chest.

"Because I love you, Kai," Parker muttered, and then slammed his face into his pillow. "It's because it's early in the morning, I'm sleepy, and pissed because I've been woken up! Twice! And you're not getting your phone back until you learn how to handle cellular devices responsibly."

"Just get up, Parker. You're basically already awake, anyway," Kai told him, shrugging. He crawled over onto the other's bed, sat on the edge, and began poking Parker mercilessly. "Wake up, wake up, wake up..."

Parker stirred, twitching with annoyance. "You know what, fine. I know one thing that'll get you to shut the hell up." He sat up, and placed his hands on Kai's shoulders. Quickly, he pressed his lips against the other's and let go. "There. Now go back to sleep."

"I-I... um..." Kai stared wide-eyed at Parker, before just scuffling back to his bed wordlessly. He threw the covers over top of himself, and squeezed his eyes closed, before falling into a very uncomfortable sleep.

Neeley left the tea kettle on the stove and went into his room. He pulled his wallet off the dresser and opened it, pulling out two hundred dollar bills he had received from an ATM machine the previous morning. He stuffed them in an envelope and wrote his mother's adress on the front. He returned to the kitchen and held up the envelope. "Is there a post office near here?" He asked.

((Monica, I signed into my account at your house >w> Get on your own~!! ^w^))

((-_- thaks for telling me.))

((You're welcome~ ;D))

Scott's eyes fluttered open, waking as he heard the commotion going on across the bus. Sighing, he just decided to get up... and wake Ethan up, too. "Hey, hey, Ethan! Wake up! It's morning."

Ethan groaned, not opening his eyes as his arm searched for the snooze button. Upon realizing that there was none, he sighed, and opened his eyes.
"Hey Scott..." he murmured, half asleep, rolling on top of the smaller boy.

((guys, i think i might quit this.))

"Yes, good morning. Now would you please wake up and get off of me before you crush my lungs?" Scott said, attempting to shove the other over some, but to no avail.

"Mmmm..." Ethan muttered sleepily, toppling off the other. He pressed his forehead to Scott's, resisting the urge to kiss the other.

((I'm quitting guys, just pretend Neeley took his money and went home.))

((WHYYYYY?? TwT))

((*shrug* I dunno, I guess some of the jokes and stuff kinda make me feel uncomfortable and I'd rather Aikawa not be talking about bludgeoning me with a grammar text book or some crap like that. Sorry.))

((What jokes make you 'uncomfortable'? XD We make perverted jokes all day owo Was it my 'hard place' joke? XDD))

"Morning. So... did you sleep well?" Scott asked, grinning.

"Since you were here..." Ethan replied with a grin, finally fully awake. He pushed Scott flat against the bed, climbing on top of him. He leaned down so that his lips barely grazed the other's.

"... Would you please get off of me?" Scott grumbled, wriggling underneath the Ethan's grip, scowling. "I'm not in the mood."

Ethan blinked, then shrugged as if it were no big deal. He clambered off the bed, making his way to the counter, "Want anything to eat? I'm thinking of making some fried eggs."

"... No thanks. I'm not that hungry right now," Scott muttered, eyeing the other warily. Sighing, he snuggled deeper into the sheets, turning over so he didn't have to face Ethan.

"..." Ethan closed the fridge silently, walking to the dresser. He grabbed the first articles of clothing that he saw, then made his way to the bathroom, "I'm gonna go get changed," he told Scott, practically running to the bathroom. He slammed the door behind him, sinking to the floor. Tears dripped from his eyes. What did I do wrong?