Set after Brady leaves Kinkow.

Brady leave for good, and runs into an old friend when she's on tour. She pulls him into their RV and take him cross country. Nobody asks him where he's been the past two years. Should he just tell them?

Brady

It's been two years since I left home, and now I'm back. Hard to believe it's been this long. Feels just like yesterday when me and Boomer were fighting that surfer bully. I wonder if Boomer got my letter? I don't know how long it was, that I've been walking along the highway when I saw a familiar face standing next to a black RV on a cell phone. I started to walk a little faster and as I got closer I caught the last snippet.

"How much will it cost damn it!" There was a long pause and she pulled out a check book. "I don't care that it costs more than I make at a gig just send some one out here." She hung up as I approached her.

"Well you're as radiant as ever." I leaned against the RV as she whipped around and hugged me. As she pulled away she slapped me across the face.

"You leave me for some Island that I've never heard of, only too comeback two years later and all you can say is that I'm radiant?" There was a hint of laughter in her voice as she hugged me again. "It's good to see you again Brady."

I hugged her back and squeezed her a little, cause her to squeal and jump. Me and Boomer did have friends. This girl, who still stood a foot shorter than me, was our best friend until we left. Looks like she still is.

"Come inside it's freezing out here!" She pulled me into the RV and I saw a couple guy sitting at the table playing poker.

"Hey Brady!" Jarod and I weren't the greatest of friends but he was friends with Namine, so we got along okay. "Whats up man?"

"Not much." I sat beside him as Nami set down some hot chocolate for me.

"Hey boys. The repair guy will be here in an hour. I'm gonna take a quick shower." She left and we sat there talking with each other for an hour. No one asked why I left, and why I came back.

Namine

Brady was back. That was all I ever wanted, for at least one of them to come back in one piece. I stepped out, and wrapped a towel around myself, making my way to the back room. I sat on the bed and picked up my picture frame. I knew I had to tell Brady what happened to Jake. Jake, was out guitarist, until that is, we started the tour. our first concert, Chicago, my home. We went sailing on the lake before the concert, and he fell in. By the time I reached him, it was to late. Jarod had called the officers, and as I swam with him back to shore, he had already stopped breathing. I hated myself for that. If only I had suggested we go out for Pizza instead. I put the picture up, and pulled on a pair of underwear, my bra, and slipped on my purple night dress. I could hear the guys talking outside.

"Hey Brady, why don't you go take the bed with Nami, me and Alex are taking turns driving." I could hear a slight protest before, from what I could assume, Jarod gave him the stare. Brady walked in a few seconds after and sat next to me.

"You alright Nami?" I handed him the picture of Jake.

"Jake is gone, and I need a new guitarist." He nodded, and for a brief moment, I let my guard slip.

"Hey, don't worry." Brady pulled me closer as I let the tears fall. "He'll always be with you." I nodded and quietly wiped my eyes.

"I got you shirt wet." He looked at me and hugged me again.

"For you, you can get all of my shirts wet." I smiled a bit and pulled away. "And by the way, love what you did with your hair!" I giggled, completely forgetting I had dyed it.
I use to have bright red hair, but after a while, I decided it was to normal, so I died it an electric blue. and now, I had a full rainbow in my hair, and I also forgot I had cut it.

Brady and I got under the covers, and unlike Jarod and Alex, he held me. He held me, like if he were to let go, I'd slip away again.