Disclaimer: If I owned BB, then you can all bet your asses you wouldn't be reading this right now, the guys would have their shirts off VERY VERY OFTEN and Kenny would have nicer glasses and pretty eyes...
Prolouge

My blue eyes scanned the outside of the parking lot and watched as planes from all over the country touched ground, bumping slightly. I tapped my foot impatiently and looked around the airport around me. Many were sleeping on the chairs with blankets provided by the employees. "Where are they?" I asked myself, getting a little worried. The rain didn't seem to stop and I just recently saw lightning. Lightning. Charlie should be fine. Alexia would protect her if anything happened, he is a lightning elemented bit beast after all. Nothing to worry about...

"See anything yet?" I heard Ray's gentle voice behind me. I looked over my shoulder and met eyes with him. His gold orbs held excitment, but it was obvious he hadn't been getting much sleep lately. "I can't wait to see her again, Ty. You just don't know." He looked out the window, right past me.

"Yeah, leave it to Char to get everyone worked up. She's the only person I know who can wake up in the morning without complaining or anything." I looked out to the dark, cloud filled sky too.

"Random fact of the night?" Ray grinned. It wasn't too noticable, but it was definetly there.

"Yup. Random fact of the night."

I turned on my heel and went over by our teammates. Max was sleeping, a black blanket covered his white shirt and dark blue jeans. Kenny's head was tilted back, over the chair behind him, a very thick book in his lap. 'I have glasses, but at least I'm not BLIND' was writen in red on his black shirt. Kai was awake, listening to his i-pod, while drawing or writing or whatever he was doing in his little note pad or whatever. His white shirt with black sleeves that hooked over his thumbs, had a purple stain near the bottom where I spilt grape soda. He got over it...after about an hour or so and much pursauding and promising from Ray. His black pants were adorned in chains and buckles; resting next to his chair was his pair of black army boots we all loved and wanted.

Just by chance, I looked over to the doughnut shop across from where I was standing. It was open! 24 hours! "DOUGHNUTS!" I ran as fast as my legs could take me to the counter and pulled out al lthe money I had out of my deep black pockets. I had to lift my black Taking Back Sunday shirt up a little to get to my right pocket; no one had told me that my shirt was un even...assholes.