The girls ended up sharing Jerry's old room, which was a bit of a problem. For one Jerry's bed wasn't exactly big enough for two women, one who tended to sleep quite wild. It took Nikki a good extra three hours to get to sleep after officially going upstairs to get some sleep at one in the morning. She had stayed up most of the night talking to Jerry and then after he left she reminisced with Angel. It had been fun, she had only wished everyone had been downstairs. Of course Jack was upstairs in his room strumming away and Bobby was…well she wasn't too sure as to where he disappeared to. Kira was asleep, deep in sleep at that, she wasn't the type of person that snored but if she hadn't been deeply asleep she would've made several trips downstairs to the kitchen for 'snacks.' These snacks actually being full-blown meals that frankly she didn't like to admit to eating. Bobby and Angel had gone through an entire argument as to whether they could stay or not. Sofi obviously being a very important person to Angel and he found it unfair that the girls were allowed to stay not only for just a few days but as long as they needed to. While his girlfriend was given problems just for staying over night. Neither of the girls wanted to admit that this confrontation was nothing more than their fault, they had no problem with staying in a hotel if that was what was needed in order to keep the peace during such depressing times.

"Ay Pixie! Where's the remote?"

"Quit calling him that…"
"Shut up Angel. Pixie!"

"It's right here asshole," picking up the remote Angel threw it at Bobby, hitting him square in the shoulder.

"You did that on purpose."
"Now why in the hell would I purposely throw a remote at you?"

"Shut up Angel," Bobby grinned and switched the TV on, there was a snowstorm outside and he had heard earlier that day on the news that no one should go outside. This was definitely a problem since he was planning on leaving town within the next month now that everything was said and done. The last thing he needed was to be picked up by those lousy cops just go get 'interrogated' again. Hell if he had some interrogation going on like that they'd lock him up real quick.

"Ay! I wanted to watch that!"
"Didn't I tell you to shut up?"

"Man, fuck you Bobby," Angel smirked, tossing a yellow poker chip at his brother before getting up to run up the stairs.

"Don't start that shit again Angel!" Bobby called after him," Before I kick that ass…"

"You guys have issues…"

Bobby looked up to see a pajama clad Kira walking towards the kitchen; he couldn't believe she would actually come downstairs in some silk pajama's that couldn't be from anywhere else other than Fredrick's. He was almost embarrassed to look at her, having always seen her as a sister, she actually looked good even if she wasn't his type. He felt sick for a minute: His type? Why would he even put her and the idea of a type in the same thought?

"Go put some damn clothes on…"

"Huh!?" Kira held onto the frame to the entrance of the kitchen, she was chewing, having already found something to eat on. "What'd you say?"

"I said but some damn clothes on…you don't live here for one and who knows who might stop by and you're walking around like a damn Victoria's Secret model."

Kira grinned and stuck her tongue out before disappearing back behind the wall, "I don't know Bobby, I may have some secrets." She listened for his response and upon not hearing anything went back to putting jelly on her…jelly sandwich. Oh no, Kira wasn't allergic to peanut butter, she simply couldn't take the taste and smell without her stomach churning and whatever her last meal was spewing out onto…whatever happened to be near by.

"Better not have any damn secrets," he mumbled, finally finding a channel broadcasting football. And then here came Jack in some damn thermal pants. Bobby sighed loudly in aggravation, causing Jack to stop and look at him.

"What's wrong with you?"

"Don't any of you know how to put some fucking clothes on?"

"Well…I am at home. Don't I have the right to be comfortable?"

"Where the hell are your manners? We have guests…"
"I don't consider them guests…"
"Go put a shirt on…and some fucking pants! You might as well be naked, hell I can see your damn dick those are so thin! And you wonder why I keep talking to you like a faggot, you act like one even in your sleep!"

Jack gave a shrug and looked down, scratching his head lightly. Bobby had no choice but to watch him, the idiot was standing right in front of the TV, he laughed though, having never understood why his little brother was such a pussy.

"Yeah…I guess you're right…"

"…now move out the damn way."

Kira hummed to herself as she walked out the kitchen, plate in hand with an already half eaten sandwich and a few stale lays chips. Her had rocking side to side to the mental song that played through her mind; she was fully unaware of a scarcely clad Jack who stood agape at what she chose to come downstairs in. He simply pointed at her, speechless as to why Bobby hadn't said anything to her yet.

"I already talked to her," Bobby quickly said raising his hand and waving Jack away.

"Her ass is basically falling out the of her shorts and I get chewed out over some thermals!?"
"If you have to complain can you go complain to your boyfriend please? I'm trying to watch the game…I'll tell you when ice skating comes on."
Jack simply stared at him, what could he really do to his older brother other than be royally pissed. He felt like shooting Bobby right now, he always had something to say; first it was his tongue piercing and now this. If he wasn't being called a fag in some way or another then…well he was always being called a fag so there was nothing else to it. He went upstairs to change though.

"You're lucky I'm cold…"

Kira sighed softly, having finished her sandwich by time she reached the room her and Nikki shared. Upon opening the door she could see that Nikki was on the phone, it seemed to be something important. Quietly she snuck over to the other side of the bed, sitting down before stretching out to finish off her chips, legs kicking as she lay on her stomach. She tilted her head from side to side, still humming away as she studied her best friend, she having slept in a big t-shirt with a truck on it that read 'The road never stops, so you have to keep on going.' She liked what the shirt said, but the shirt itself…could do for a few new threads. It looked like Nikki not only used it to sleep in but also used it when working on her car, which was now in the garage because as Nikki said: "I can't have anyone trying to take my baby from me. I don't want to shoot up Detroit for her." This had made Kira laugh, she was happy that they had finally become friends, it was all thanks to Jeremiah, he had been fed up with them arguing and explained the many things they actually had in common. He was pretty smart for a thirteen year old, and Kira always saw him as her big brother that was actually around, unlike that scare Joshua.

"Whoa! Why the hell didn't you tell me you didn't have any damn clothes on!?"

Kira looked over her shoulder having felt the breeze over her thighs of the door swinging open, she laughed, smiling as she sat up and back on her legs, "Why didn't you knock, Angel? I mean…that is the proper way of entering someone's room."

"Well this isn't your room little doll," he said behind the door.
"You might as well come in here, these are my pajama's and I'm not changing out of them till I get good and ready," she laughed out loud and quickly covered her mouth after catching a mean glare from a Nikki still on the phone.

She left the plate on the bed and walked over to the door, closing it behind her and leaning against it. Throat cleared she looked up to Angel who was no longer even paying attention to her.

"Well what do you want?"

"Look…I think my girlfriend is pregnant—"
"That Sofi broad?"

"You don't even know her and you're already disrespecting her!?"
"Don't get all butt hurt Angel I was only kidding. Anyways, why do you think she's pregnant?"

"I haven't talked to her since three days after the interrogation and—"
"You know you guys never really told us about all that," she pouted, quickly moving out the way as he swung at her.
"Quit fucking cutting me off!"

"Alright alright…go on," she grinned, legs growing tired from standing there and listening to something she didn't really care about.

"Like I was saying…I haven't talked to her in awhile, and we're like playing phone tag. I call her she doesn't pick up, I leave a message. She calls me, I miss the call and then she leaves a message…"

"I know what phone tag is," she mumbled her eyes to the floor; her unpainted toes having caught her attention. Angel shook his head; he couldn't believe she was actually ignoring him.

"I thought I could talk to you about this…are you really not paying attention!?"

"Quit whining! I'm listening damn it!"

"Nah, I don't want to tell you anymore…" He turned to go back to his room, tightening his robe about his waist in frustration. He was grumbling when Kira reached out and grabbed his arm, hanging on to it.

"Come on Angel don't be like that. Okay so you think she's pregnant because you think she's avoiding you, right? Hell for all you know she could have four kids you don't even know about," she broke into laughter, having kept a serious composition that entire time.

"That's fucked up Kira," he snatched his arm away, walking into his room and slamming the door behind him.

Unsure on what to do about the tour Jack only hoped that his manager hadn't left more than one voicemail on his phone. He knew too well how voicemail happy the guy became when one of the members refused to pick up their phone. He didn't want to see his phone for the rest of the week, hell the rest of the month. He wanted to do nothing but spend time with his family, to catch up and just lie around and be lazy like the rest of them seemed to do in their life. The life of going on tour was good, but it didn't compare to spending time with his brothers.

"Aaangeeelll…" Kira pouted, pounding on the third oldest brothers door even though she knew so well that he wouldn't open it. She was found completely unaware of a Jack who was currently captivated by her attire, a scarcely clad Kira in black and red was definitely an unexpected…treat? He wasn't too sure as to how he really felt about seeing so much skin, while something in the back of his mind said it was in some way wrong…another part told him it was absolutely beautiful. He managed to get a hold of himself some way and continued on his way to his own room.
"He isn't going to open the door," he spoke to her, closing the door behind him before she could reply.

"Why is everyone slamming doors in my face!?"

"Cause you're ugly!" Bobby called from downstairs, his laughter soon drifting up the steps slowly becoming drowned out by the sound of a sports newscaster.

"Asshole," she mumbled while walking into the bathroom, door closing and locking shut.