"Oh, no. My younger brother is in college. That's Luther, Fletcher's younger brother." Nadine said. Luther was too tired to reply, so he nodded his head sleepily while hanging on to his stuffed puppy, Ringo. "Ah." Eddie said shortly. Fuchsia grabbed her clothes for the day and quickly ran to the bathroom to take her shower.
Anthony, Amy and Brent came upstairs with the coffee and, not knowing which door was ours, they knocked on The Vultures door. "U-uh, w-we're looking for Lucky Kentucky." Anthony said nervously, looking up at Dawson. "Next room over. I'll get 'er." Dawson said. He knocked on the door that connected the two rooms. "Yeah?" I answered the door. "The other 6teens are here." Dawson said. "'Kay." I said, watching as Anthony and Brent came in. Anthony, Amy and Brent passed out the coffee's to the rest of their bandmates.
Fletcher finally got his shower and was acting less 'Yargh-ee-blargh, I'm tired so shut up.' Same with Fuchsia. "Good morning, sunshine." Nadine said to Dawson, lifting his bangs and kissing his forehead. "Mornin' Nadine." Dawson said, smiling warmly. "A smile without any pain nor evil behind it. Won't last long, knowing Dawson." Fuchsia said rather snarkily. Anthony watched carefully as Dawson's hardly-seen smile faded. Dawson looked at Fuchsia as if he was going to lash out at her but then just waved her comment off. "Thank god." Anthony breathed quietly. "I c'n still 'ear ya, man." Dawson said. Anthony cringed a little.
Fletcher had a completely spacey look on his face, staring at the painting hanging on the wall. "Fletch? 'Ey Fletch, yeh okay, man?" Brenton asked worryingly, pushing him a little bit. He hardly moved. "Fletcha?" Luther asked, shaking him a little. He, once again, hardly moved. This was a problem. "I think he's broken." Ziggy said absent-mindedly. Dawson rolled his eyes under his bangs. He walked over to Fletcher and gave him a good thump on the back of the head. "Ow! Why th' 'ell'd you do that?!" Fletcher shouted angrily, his Liverpudlian accent sticking out (it always does when he's angry). Dawson crossed his arms. "What?" Fletcher asked. "Fletch, you've been actin' weird lately, Have yeh been getting' enough sleep?" Dawson asked. Fletcher nodded halfheartedly. "Fletch, I can tell yeh 'aven't. Somethin' on yer mind keepin' you up?" Dawson asked. "Just thinkin' about how horrible I was as a kid." Fletcher mumbled. "What?! Fletcher, you were never horrible when y'were younger. EVER." Dawson said. "Sure, you'd cause trouble 'ere an' there, but you were not horrible." He continued, sternly.
"Did you have another nightmare?" Fuchsia asked, settling down with her favorite kind of juice, Orange Mango Smoothie. Fletcher blinked. "Um,yeh, actually. I had a nightmare that I was 12 and running away like crazy from something, someone. A big shadowy figure, atleast 6 foot 2. He'd cornered me into a brick wall, and was about to beat the living snot outta me. I was beaten up enough already. I had a black eye, a bloody lip, scratches ev'rywhere and my left hand was bandaged." Fletcher explained. "Huh. Sounds like you've been beating yourself up in your dreams." Fuchsia said. "Heh?" Fletcher asked. "You have a bruise on your left arm." Fuchsia said, holding up Fletcher's arm. "Yer point?" Fletcher asked. "Do you know how you got it?" Fuchsia asked. "No, no I don't.." Fletcher said. "Exactly. That shows that you've had some hard feelings on yourself. Or a bad nightmare, tossing and turning in bed." Fuchsia explained.
"'Ey, he's got one too!" Ziggy exclaimed, grabbing Anthony's arm and pointing to it. "Uh, no, that was from Eddie beating me up. And you yanking on my arm doesn't make it hurt any less, thank you very much." Anthony grumbled, pulling his arm out of grip. "Oh." Ziggy mumbled, a bit embarrassed. Kailey giggled. Ziggy winked at her. Nick narrowed his eyes and shifted across the room to Kailey's side, putting an arm around her shoulder. His body language said 'Eyes off her, she's mine'.