Chapter One

"Would you wake up already?" Ryan screamed into Brendon's ear.

"What?" Brendon rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. "Where are we?" he added finally realizing it was Ryan's flustered face hovering mere inches above his then rolled over on his stomach, shoving his face into his pillow.

Giving in, Ryan delivered one last shove before retreating. "We're in Texas remember? The concert's tomorrow night!" He yelled over his shoulder as he leapt down to exit the bunk room.

Brendon stretched and kicked off his blankets. He threw himself off the top bunk. "Houston. Got ya," he grunted as he stumbled into the living area/kitchen/dining room area located in the front end of the tour bus.

He slumped into the chair across the pull-down table from Ryan who was pouring extra soy milk into his half eaten Cornflakes.

"How can you stand to eat that shit? I bet it tastes like fart and sawdust." Brendon tousled his hair before resting his head in his hand and scowling into Ryan's bowl.

"I like it. You should eat something too," Ryan said, munching on a spoonful of cereal, too tired to argue. "Jon said he'd take us to a movie later."

"What kind of movie starts at six a.m.?" Brendon shouted, throwing his arm to point at the window, gesturing to the darkness still covering the city.

"You know Jon. He likes to see the first showing of the day. He wants to get there before the popcorn gets sta-"

Ryan's last words were interrupted by Spencer busting through the bus door. "It's about damn time you got up, princess!" Spencer yelled at Brendon before running up to ruffle his hair.

"Oh, shut up, Spence! I'll get ready right now! Unless you care to join me in the shower?" Brendon asked, offering his hand along with a sarcastic smirk.

"No thanks. I think I'll stay here and keep Ry company," Spencer said as he wrapped his arms around Ryan's shoulders causing Ryan to choke on his breakfast. Spencer chuckled and threw himself on the couch, leaving Ryan to his his cereal which was probably more suitable for a horse. Brendon scoffed out a laugh and made his way to the bathroom.

"So what are we going to see, anyway?" Ryan asked Spencer before slurping down the rest of his soy milk.

"Dunno. You'll have to ask Jon." Spencer shrugged and flipped on the television. "Speaking of Jon, where is the big lug?"

"He wasn't with you? You guys are always together," Ryan stated.

"Got 'em!" Jon screamed as the bus door was thrown open for a second time, causing it to bounce helplessly on it's weakening hinges. He began ran through the bus, fisting the air with four colored rectangular pieces of paper squeezed in his hand. "Four tickets to the 7:20 showing of 'Steel Magnolias' at the cruddy dollar cinema!" Jon exclaimed as he slapped hands with Spencer. He and Jon always had a thing for those sappy girly movies. They always ended the same; with Jon and Spencer crying in each other's arms.

"What? C'mon Jon! You knowme and Bren don't like those stupid chick flicks!" Ryan chimed in, failing wipe the grin from Jon's face.

"You can just make out in the back row," Spencer said with a chuckle which Jon accompanied with kissing sounds causing the two to be hurled into fits of laughter.

"What's so funny?" Brendon asked as he strolled out the steaming bathroom with only his pants on. He was rubbing his sea green towel through his hair. "Did Jon get his hand stuck in the toaster again?"

Ryan's eyes lingered over Brendon's flattened core. The water droplets slid down past his navel and onto the waistband of his fitted black skinny jeans. Spencer quickly broke Ryan's stare when he jumped between the two.

"We happen to have four tickets to the amazing 'Steel Magnolias,' but He-Man, over here, thinks you two are too macho to sit through it," Spencer said, gesturing with his thumb in the space between Ryan and Brendon.

"I can't handle another crappy chick flick with you two blubbering pansies. I think me and Ryan will cruise around the city for the day. What do ya say, Ry?" Brendon looked to Ryan for an answer.

"Yeah! Sounds good!" Ryan beamed, trying to mask his excitement.

"Awesome. Let me just throw on a shirt," Brendon said with a grin as he turned toward his bunk to fetch a T-shirt.

"What are we supposed to do with two extra tickets?" Jon asked, his voice filled with dispair as if it were life or death.

"I don't know, Jon. Calm down, just call Pete and Patrick. I'm sure they're absolutely dyingto see another chick flick with you two girls," Ryan said with an eye roll, his words dripping with sarcasm.

"Right! I'll just give Pete a call!" Jon said, pointing his index finger out toward Ryan, holding his hand out like a gun before digging into his pocket for his phone.

"Come on Ry!" Brendon yelled as he entered the room. He pulled the white T-shirt over his head. "We'd better go before they get all teary eyed on us," Brendon said with a string of mocking sobs.

"Have fun on your date!" Spencer blurted, trying to get the last word before the door slammed shut.

I hope whoever reading this doesn't think it's too horrible XD This is my first fic so go easy on me. Time for a disclaimer. You're welcome to just scroll on past this bit.

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THE CHARACTERS. THE CHARACTERS ARE REAL PEOPLE BUT I'M MAKING THEM MY MEAT PUPPETS AND MAKING THEM DO WHAT I WANT. I BELIEVE THESE SCENES TO BE TRUE BUT ANY SANE PERSON WILL TELL YOU QUITE THE OPPOSITE. FAKE! FAKE! FAKE! Blah, blah, blah. So on and so forth. I own the story, but that's it. Got it?

Now that that's over with, I shall leave you a string of emoticons. :D :) XD -.- t(-.-t)
-Ember