Billsniffled heavily when he stepped onto the bus with Sesha, "oh no!"

"What's the matter?"

"My spare clothes are in Tom's closet and he has this deal with locking it. I don't have the key," he announced, sighing.

"Here," he saw her black spaghetti strap tank top clinging to her stomach when she removed her Navy Blue hoodie and handed it to him. She turned around and he realized that he had never noticed the light brown pattern stretched across her dark blue back pockets.

"Thanks," his cheeks turned a light shade of pink when her hand brushed his as he grabbed the oversized sweater. "No problem," she replied, laughing at the nervousness he felt.

"Gustav got it to start," Tom re-entered the bus, his dreadlocks flipping against his white T-Shirt when he ran up the stairs.

"Guess he does have talent," there was disappointment apparent in Georg's voice.

"Yeah, just a bit," a smile spread across Gustav's face and he pushed Georg placidly.

Sesha's eyes met Bill's. He was staring. Why was he staring?! He wasn't allowed to stare at her! "So, I guess I've got to let you go to your piece of junk car," he said, barely above a whisper. "Guess so," she replied, grinning at him unwillingly.

"I'll walk you," he offered, pausing, "to your car."

"Sure," she replied softly, "Girly Boy."

The three remaining male members of the band gathered at the front window, taking notice in what was going on between the two who had just paced out of the bus.

"Gustav, Georg, and your brother are watching. Don't look," Sesha announced.

"Should we make a scene like we always do?"

"No. That's alright, I'm pretty sick of fighting with you," she punched his arm with just enough vigor to make him stumble a small amount of distance.

Bill paid attention to the movements Sesha made when she pulled the car door open and inaudibly stepped in and started the vehicle. The purr of the engine was a relief to hear. He jerked when the radio let out an amplified guitar screech and busted into drumming.

ALL THE SMALL THINGS!

TRUE CARE, TRUTH BRINGS!

I'LL TAKE ONE LIFT!

YOUR RIDE, BEST TRIP!

She began to chuckle, "sorry," her nose crinkled.

"It's alright. If you want to listen to it loud, you can. It's your radio."

ALWAYS, I KNOW.

YOU'LL BE AT MY SHOW!

WATCHING, WAITING! COMMISORATING!

SAY IT AIN'T SO! I WILL NOT GO! TURN THE LIGHTS OFF!

CARRY ME HOME!

Bill reached over her in order to grab the volume knob and turn it down. "I thought it was okay," Sesha raised her eyebrows. "Well," he folded his arms and shivered, "I don't want you to hurt your ears."

"Oh, 'cause, Blink 182 tends to do that, right?" the smile on her face hadn't deserted her just yet.

"Yes," he nodded matter-of-factly.

"Thank you… for looking out for me," she extended her hand for him to shake.

"Any time, any time," he took it and smiled excitedly.

"Bill-A!" Tom called, motioning for Bill to return to the bus.

"See you later?"

She nodded, looking down at the floorboard and then focusing only her pupils back to Bill, "bye."

"Bye."

"Girly Boy!" Tom sang mockingly when Bill made his way onto the mass of metal and wires, "has Sesha turned crazy for you yet? And you? Have you fallen for her? Come on Bill, hurry up!"

"Tom, shut up. No one's falling for anyone."

"Bill, come on. I saw the way you looked at her."

"I look at her the same way I look at every one else, including you."

"I hope not! Not really, Bill."

"Yes, really."

"Bill, you look at her like you love her! I can't believe you don't see this!"

Bill watched the frustration boil in his brother; it was the epitome of pure enjoyment.

"I'm going to sleep. Wake me up when we stop for gas," Bill smiled, watching brother fume.