I awake the next morning to the harsh beeping of the alarm clock next to me. I'm wrapped in Tyson's arms and really don't want to move so I ignore the beeping until it stops completely. I nuzzle back into Tyson but seconds later Nick comes in throwing pillows, clothes, and granola bars at us yelling, "Get up! We have an interview at three in a state that's four hours away. Get up!"

Ty opens his eyes slowly and looks at me with his electric blue eyes, "Morning."

I smile,"Morning."

He kisses my forehead and lets me go. He grabs his jeans and t-shirt off the end of the bed then pulls them on and goes to the suit case and grabs his socks and red beanie. He puts his socks on then pulls his beanie on over his curly hair.

I dress then walk over to him. "Really, you're gonna wear your hat?" I ask.

"Yea, why?" He asks.

"Well if you wear that I can't do this," I take his hat off and mess up his hair.

He sighs and fixes his hair. "All the reason to wear a hat."

I smile as he pulls the hat back on over his head. I wrap my arms around his neck and he pulls me close to him while putting his arms around my waist. I lift my chin up and press my lips to his. The door opens but we ignore it until someone clears their throat. He pulls away and I look over his shoulder expecting Nick but instead see Mike looking incredibly uncomfortable. "Sorry… it's just that we kinda need to get going…" He trails off.

We're on the road by eight, which is good since we need to be at the radio station by three, and the drive is four hours long.

"Hey can we stop here on the way?" Ty asks typing something into the G.P.S.

Nick shrugs, "I guess so. As long as we're at the Ellen studio by three I don't care."

Ty smiles. "Awesome." He takes my hand and drags me to the back of the bus. "Wanna know what I have planned?" He asks, not being able to keep the giddiness from his voice.

"Sure… it's not bad is it?" I ask. I can't help worrying; he's not always the brightest person in the world.

He smiles, "No! It's going to be awesome!"

I laugh, "You're not getting tattoos or something are you?"

Two hours later we're standing inside a tattoo parlor. Of course all of them are excited. "Do you want one too?" Tyson asks putting his arm around me and pulling me close. Nick, Chris, and Mike look over expectantly. "I mean… Not really. I'm not in the mood to be grazed with a pin full of ink.

He laughs. "Ok, fair enough." They walk to the counter and the man hands them a piece of paper that Nick starts sketching on. When he finishes he hands it back to the man who nods and leads them back. Tyson looks over his shoulder and waves his hand for me to follow. I catch up and take his hand.

"Where do you want it?" The man asks gruffly. Tyson pulls his shirt off and points to a spot on his chest. The rest of them nod in agreement. "Well lay down then, Kevin, Al, Jim, get out here!"

Three very large men come out of a room in the back and the man shows them the sketch. They all nod and take one of the guys to a table. Each of them pull off their shirts and lie down. They're wiped down on the spot where they want it then they start drawing the sketch with Sharpie.

When they take out the object that actually makes it permanent, I turn around, not wanting to see any of it. A whirring sound starts and they gasp in synchronization.

Half way through Tyson tells me to get the camera. I don't even bother questioning this.

I run out to the bus and grab the camera out of Nick's junk bunk then jog back through the door. As soon as I step inside three girls mob around me. "Oh my gosh! Are those the All- American Rejects in there?"

"Are they getting tattoos?"

"Are you part of them?"

"Why do you have a camera?"

"Can we get their autographs?"

I slowly ease my way away from them and through the doors. "There are three girls out there and they're gonna want autographs," I say glancing behind me to make sure they didn't follow.

I look back at them and instantly feel bad for following Ty's request. Nick's clenching his teeth so hard I'm afraid his teeth might crack, Chris is digging his fingernails into his palms, Mike's squeezing his eyes shut and trying to keep still, and Tyson's looking at me expectantly. I hold up the camera and he nods.

I sigh and take a picture of each of them then turn around until the sounds stop. In a few minutes the only sound is the guys sighing and the men putting their tools away. I turn back around and see them all poking at their chest. I grab Ty's hand as he's about to slap his chest. "Slapping your chest and saying ow doesn't do anything. I promise. Remember when we were like eight and I skinned my knee after I fell off my scooter? Remember you said don't poke it, it won't do anything."

He sighs, "I know, I know, but it hurts so bad!"

"And what's slapping it supposed to do?"I ask.

He rolls his eyes, thanks the men then we head out the door. The number of girls in the lobby has tripled. We squeeze through them and out the door to the bus. They attempt to follow us but by the time they make it outside the door we're driving away. "Do we have everyone?" Nick asks.

"Yea… but someone stole my shirt," Mike says.

"Mine too,' Ty says.

I laugh, not meaning to. "You think this is funny?" Ty asks.

"Very. That was your favorite shirt too?" I say.

He sighs. "Yea. That was the shirt you got me for my birthday a couple years ago."

I pause. "I got you that shirt? The black one? With Reject written across the front?"

He nods slowly.

"No, no, that is not how this is gonna go down! It took me like two weeks to get that shirt perfect!" I shout.

Nick looks at him then clears his throat and says,"Ty, you were wearing a dark blue shirt…"

"Oh… well," He laughs,"Nothing to worry about then is there?"

I roll my eyes, "I'm glad that's how special my shirt is to you."

He puts his arm around me and says,"Well what if I wear it for the interview?" Before I have the chance to answer, though, he's running to his stuff in the back of the bus.