A/N- Hey guys! After some writer's block on this story I'm back! For the people who have been requesting Breredith, I promise it's coming. I have an adorable date all planned out but you guys have to wait until they get to Florida. So, yup.

Engage.

"Jaim. Are you okay?" Meredith said gently, sitting next to her friend.

"No! No I'm not okay! I want to get away from them but I can't because we're on this stupid bus! I wanna get off!" Jaime panicked.

"Okay. Jaime. It's okay. I'm gonna go ask Matt to stop. Okay?" Jaime nodded and Meredith stood up walking carefully to the front of the bus. She slid into the seat next to Julia right behind Matt who was still driving.

"Is she okay?" Julia asked.

"I think she'll be fine. But, can we pull over somewhere? She's freaking out."

"Yeah. Definitely. I think we all need a break at this point." Julia leaned over the seat to Matt, "Can we pull over?"

"Sure. Anywhere in particular?"

"Preferably at a rest stop or some kind of restaurant."

"No problem-o." Matt pulled off the road, which they had finally reached the end of, and into the parking lot of a Southern looking BBQ house, "This okay?" Julia eyed the place and nodded.

"Okay! Everybody out!" She began walking up the row waking people up. There were groans all around as people were woken up from their naps and pleaded to be allowed to stay on the bus to sleep, "Its nonnegotiable! We are all getting off this bus right now!"

Meredith walked to the back of the bus and guided Jaime out. The rest of the group followed them out. Julia counted off, making sure they were all actually getting off. Matt got out and she noticed she was one short. She recounted the people and came to the same conclusion.

"Missing someone?" Darren asked from behind her. Julia jumped.

"Yeah. You. You scared me."

"Sorry." Julia stood aside to let him off but he didn't move.

"Can I help you with something?" She asked scanning his face, which gave away nothing.

"Jules. What's going on?"

"Oh. Jaim's just upset. We want to give her some space."

"That's not what I'm talking about." Julia's expression mirrored the confusion in her head, "What's going on with you Jules?"

"Nothing."

"You're avoiding me." He accused, "For this whole trip we've barely spoken and you're so upset all the time that I don't know where we stand."

"There's nothing going on and we've spoken plenty."

"Before or after your mental break-down?"

"Darren."

"I'm worried about you. You're never like this. I feel like you wish I had never come."

"That's not true. I'm glad you came. Its good for them to see that you still care."

"The team or the fans?"

"Both."

"But not you?"

"Can we drop it?"

"No. Something's bothering you and I'm not letting it go on like this for another minute." Mercifully Lauren appeared.

"Oh. You guys look like you're having a pretty serious conversation. I think I'll just lea-" Julia shot her a 'Save me!' look and Lauren said in a Southern accent, "Actually, y'all need to come in here and have some delicious southern BBQ!"

"That's sounds great!" Julia turned around but Darren grabbed her shoulder.

"This conversation isn't over." He said and Julia pulled away running inside the restaurant. Inside, Jaime was sitting at the bar, ordering some kind of alcoholic drink in a shot glass.

"Is that a good idea? What's she doing? She's Jaime. She never drinks like that." Julia said worriedly.

"Calm down. I'll go check on her." Lauren walked over to the bar and sat down on a stool next to her, "Where's Mere?"

"I told her to go away. Just like I'm about to tell you."

"Sorry. Can't get rid of me that easily." She waved her arm to get the bartender's attention, "Can I get some of whatever she's drinking?"

"I don't think so." He looked her up and down, taking in her raspberry Converse, high-waisted jean shorts, and unicorn sweatshirt.

"And why not?"

"Got an ID?"

"No. But I'm over 21!"

"You don't look it."

"I am."

"I'm more than happy to believe you if you can show me an ID."

"Its in my suitcase. I can't get it."

"Well then miss I'm afraid I'm going to have to call the authorities."

"What? Why?" Jaime asked.

"She attempted to get an alcoholic drink and was then unable to produce an ID."

"Lo is over 21!"

"I'm afraid I can't take your word for it." He picked up the phone and dialed, "I have a potential underage drinker." Lauren stood up and marched over to Julia.

"We have a situation."

"What now?" She was cut short by a policeman and policewoman walking in.

"They're fast. Don't they work?"

"Lauren? What's going on?"

"That idiot thinks I'm an underage drinker!"

"Great." Julia walked over to the police, "Hello. I think there's been a misunderstanding."

"How so?" The man said.

"The bartender seems to think that my friend, Lauren, is underage."

"Can she produce valid ID?"

"No. But-"

"Well then it's the law."

"Hold on a second." The woman said, "Ain't y'all those Starkid folks?"

"Yeah. That's us."

"My daughter loves y'all! They're all over 25. We can let them go."

"You're the boss." The man said.

"We're sorry for the inconvenience but you really should carry your ID's around with you." The woman said.

"Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. I know."

A/N- That was shorter than I expected but I hope you guys liked it anyway! The Breredith is coming! Review!