Wednesday morning was chaotic to say the least. Jeff had barely time to say good morning and that he'd catch up with her. There were musicians, wrestlers and staff everywhere. Anyone leaving on buses was leaving at eight. People who were needed for the next show were flying so that they had plenty of time to make sure fights and scripts were down.

Venom herded onto their buses and moved out. Logan, Jade, Ben and Jackson were also joined though by Morgan, Lajon and Aaron. It was musical buses again. This was the term used by Venom and co whenever they were on a multi band tour and everyone ended up on everyone else's buses but their own usually. Unfortunately for the boys on Venom One, Logan was in a pissy mood. She'd been hanging out with Jeff practically non stop for two days, lip locked, got ink, and everything, and she still forgot to get a number for him. She'd been stomping up and down the bus, slamming things down and swearing a lot more than usual.

Logan was known for having a temper. Of course that never stopped the boys from tryng to wind her up. She's probably smack one of them regardless anyway so they always figured they may as well do something to deserve it. Right now, it was the make fun of Logan's new wrestling interest.

"To be quite honest it's a little to cute and fuzzy. I mean darling really, when you just gonna throw him to the floor and have at it?" Jackson was in snippy queen mode. No one would've guessed glancing at him that was metal's biggest resident queen.

"Listen here Fag Hag" Logan sniped back using the Venom crew's pet name for Jackson. "When you actually get a love life, or a sex life for that matter, then you can come talk to me about mine. Until then piss off."

A chorus of 'burn' and 'ouch' went round robin through the bus.

"Fuck you all."

"At least I know when somethings right under my nose" Jackson teased. Jade was next to him giggling wildly. Ben was safely resting and chilling out in his bunk.

Logan procured a reasonable sized rock melon from the bus's kitchen. She stood sideways about a quarter way down the bus. And then hurled said fruit against the wall right above Jackson's head. It splattered like a egg on concrete all up fall and all over Jackson and Jade. The latter of which somewhat squealed like a girl.

"Oh she's in a fine mood this morning."

Morgan, Lajon and Aaron amidst their tears of laughter were avoiding the now burgeoning rock melon fight that had broken out between Jade and Jackson.

"So what she like with a hangover then?"

Jackson gave the trio a flat look.

"Don't even go there. It's worse than PMS."

The trio giggled madly and continued to defend themselves against the onslaught of rock melon.

Logan scowled and crawled into her bunk to ignore them for the time being. She pulled the little curtain across for semi privacy. She was more annoyed at herself then at them for no reason. The one mode of communication they could keep up on tour and she didn't acquire the stupid number. And it would be two days until they got to Houston. She kicked the wall of the bunk hard a few times. She closed her eyes and all she could see was him. No one, had affected her like this before. What were they? What was going on between them?

She had been hoping that there was a definite thing developing. But would it be serious? Everyone that had gotten involved with her eventually failed to take it seriously because she was gone half the time on tour. It's like they auto assumed that she couldn't be a genuine partner to someone as a musician, and yes, everyone of them had tried to stop her from playing, from touring. This was her life force. It was as essential to her as the blood in her veins. How many people get to say they're living their dream? Logan was of the opinion now that if someone expects you to give up your dreams for them, then they don't really love you. Would he turn out the same​?

Jeff had taken the flight to Houston. It was only a few hours air time. He was agonizing over the fact he had no way to contact her until she actually showed up there. She was on Venom One somewhere. He couldn't stop thinking of her, no matter what he did. He spent most of the time on the plane doing quick little sketches of her. Matt said it was making him sick. Jeff told him not to fucking look then. Jeff was getting into a mood. They landed in Houston without a hitch. Rentals and cabs were waiting to take them to the hotels and anywhere else. Jeff lumped his gear in his room and headed down to the gym. He was practicing for a segment on the next show. Jeff and Matt were supposed to be still enemies and fighting when allegedly "Edge" and "Chavo" come to interfere. And then Greg and Kofi are supposed to come down and stop them.

He wasn't in the mood for it. Especially in dealing with Adam.

Jeff rushed through the rehearsal. He ignored Adam's comments about the club and other things. Jeff got out of there within the hour and secluded himself upstairs. He flopped onto the floor and stretched out with his hands behind his head. Was she thinking like he was? Did she feel like he did? Was she thinking about him as he was about her? He had no idea and at that moment, no way to find out. It was driving him mental. He was sure he was missing her already and it'd only been several hours.

Logan couldn't sleep. She had tried. The boys were all snoring. They'd been on the road for some seventeen hours now. It was like one in the morning. Her phone buzzed in her pocket. She took it out and opened it up. It was a text from Ben. She popped her head out of the curtain. He did so as well and smiled, telling her to read it. Then disappeared again. She pulled herself back in and read carefully. 'got this off brian, love ben' followed by an american cell number. She frowned trying to figure it out. It dawned on her. Brian was friends with Jeff. Ben had gotten Jeff's number from Brian. She began typing out letters.

'Miss me yet?'

'Logan?'

'Give Rainbow brite a cookie.'

'You can talk Mad hatter.'

Logan smiled. She needed to know what he thought, what he felt.

'what do you get when you separate the rockstar from the wrestler?'

'what's that then darling?' came the response finally.

'Misery.'

'I'm totally missing you Venom girl.'

Logan died a little. It was him and he was missing her.

'The ache is unbearable.'

She waited for a reply. Finally her phone buzzed again.

'You're setting me on fire.'

She held the little phone to her. Logan felt her wicked smile creeping over her.

'You keep taking like that and the things I'm gonna have to do to you.'

Jeff stared at that last response. It made him sit upright. His air supply momentarily catching in his throat.

That was just a little too hot. He had a thought.

'Are you grinning?'

'Maybe.'

Bingo. She was in mischief mode. He had at least worked out that part of her. Wicked, sinister grins was like a uh oh she has that look again type of feel. As in what can Logan get up to or say now. He liked it. She was irrational, irregular and spontaneous. He felt like he had smitten written all over him. His turn to be honest.

'I've known you two days, I can't stop thinking of you, and it's killing me not knowing if your mine or not.'

There. He said it. He wanted to her to be his. To be with him. He was falling in love with her with each passing moment.

'I crave you like my veins crave blood. I'm your girl if you wanna be my boy.'

Jeff couldn't stop grinning madly.

'I'm yours darling.' he typed back to her.

'Then I'm your girl.'

Jeff closed his eyes. She was perfect and she was his. That was it. Matt came into Jeff's room trailed by Greg, Phil and Kofi. Matt noticed there'd been yet again another mood change. The Jeff he was looking at, looked like he'd struck gold or something.

"Something happening?"

"You're only looking at a very happy little brother."

Matt spied his brother. He glanced at Greg, Phil and Kofi. The Jamaican clearly amused.

"Well, spill bro." Matt urged.

"She's mine."

"Come again?"

Jeff laughed.

"I told her how I felt. And told her I wanted her to be my girl."

"And she was insane enough to agree to it? " Greg quipped sarcastically. Jeff threw a shoe at Greg, who ducked and the shoe tagged Phil instead. Greg was too busy laghing to notice Phil brandish the shoe and clout him with it.

"So you two are gonna try this thing on, however insane it is."

Jeff grinned wildly.

"Absofuckinglutely."