John was the first to say something. I flinched as he looked at me, angrily.

"Don't ever say that about yourself again, Harmony Lyric." He said, his voice low. "You are not a slut. This was, in no way, your fault. You were raped, okay? You didn't agree to have sex with him and get knocked up. He took advantage of you and for that, he's an asshole."

I smiled, softly. "Thank you, guys."

They grinned at me, stupidly, and we started on our journey. They were going on tour with All Time Low, Mayday Parade, Sing It Loud and Hey Monday. I grew excited and my mouth started onto overdrive. The guys laughed as I bounced in my seat, Kenny struggling to keep me seated. I laughed and crawled into the back, where the pillows and blankets were situated into a bed set. The van was large, but a lot of it was taken up by luggage and sorts.

I smiled when John climbed into the back with me, pulling me against his chest in a hug. I smiled and hugged him back, tightly. Placing my head on his chest, I listened to the melodic rhythm of his heart thudding in his ribs. I always loved that sound.

"I missed you, Harmony." He whispered, burying his face in my hair.

"I missed you, too, John." I replied, my voice slurred as I began falling asleep to the sound of his heartbeat.

I woke up the next morning, tangled in the blankets. I shuffled and moaned, trying to escape them and ignore the laughter. I looked up, confused, at the boys staring at me with huge smiles on their faces. Pat was holding a cellphone type thing, pointed at me.

"Wha'reyoudoin'?" I slurred, sleepily. My brows furrowed in confusion at the boys. "Get that offa me!"

I buried my head under the blankets as Pat spoke to the camera.

"Well, hello, people of Buzznet! This is mine and Tim's little sister Harmony. She's just now waking up and doesn't want to be filmed." Pat said, cheerfully, ripping the blankets off of me. "You see, like Tim and I, she's not a morning person."

"You're right I'm not." I grumbled, grabbing a brush that John was holding out to me. "Thank you." I winced as the brush ripped through my matted, knotty waves.

"We're almost to the first venue, so you might wanna get dressed." He replied, smiling, softly. I nodded and moved towards my pack.

"Uhm, where am I going to change?" I asked, blushing, deeply. "It's one to five. I'm outnumbered by you men."

They laughed and John grabbed a blanket, holding it up. I smiled as he peeked over the top of it and winked. I shook my head and slipped off the shorts and tank top I had fallen asleep in. I threw on some new cut offs and a loose tank top and my ratty Vans. I smiled at my appearance, slightly, and nodded for John to drop the sheet.

"That was quick," Kennedy told me, his jaw open in shock. "I've never met a girl who could ready that quick."

I rolled my eyes. "Well, if I had a bathroom, makeup, hair supplies, and a shower, I'd take forever. I'm still a girl. I just make do with what I have. Which, right now, isn't much."

He nodded and turned around, seemingly pleased with this explanation. I smiled and crawled over the seat, plopping in between him and John. This made me, slightly, awkward, but I had nowhere else to sit.

John leaned over and brushed my hair back, his mouth covering my ear. "I really missed you, Harmony."