"I STINK!" I announced to no one in particular as we went into our hotel room, "Aww damnit. Whose in the shower before me?"

"Paul is," Billy laughed, sitting on the sofa, "So the rest of us have to stink until he's done."

"Well, at least we can all stink together," Chris grinned. He had a way of making people forget why the were sad or upset or something, and he always made them happy.

"That's a good point..." Joel nodded, "We can't really offend each other if we all stink."

As soon as Paul announced the shower was free, we all glanced at each other, before jumping up and running into the bathroom.

"Ha! I'm so bad," Joel grinned triumphantly, slamming the door in our faces and laughing as we all complained and cursed him out.

"Damn him," I pouted, "I hate stinking."

"We all do," Billy nodded, going back into the living room, "Anyone wanna hit the Xbox with me while we wait on the mole?"

"Ahahaha you're so bad!" Chris laughed, "I'm so telling Joel you said that!"

"You do, and you die," Billy threatened.

Chris just smirked at him in response and sat down on the sofa with him, starting up the game. I took that to my advantage and waited right outside the bathroom door for Joel to come out, so I could jump right in before anyone else.

*~*~*~*

*Mike*

"So, you and Joel are together now?" I smiled at Chester. We had to share the sofa bed, since the hotel couldn't get the number of members in our band right, and we only had a four bedroom suite. And that left us to share 'cause evryone else in Linkin Park is mean like that.

Chester nodded with a smile. "Yep. I told him everything and we talked and all, and we hooked up," Chester revealed, "I don't think I could he happier. And now with Sam divorcing me, as wrong as this is gonna sound, it makes everything perfect. I won't have to worry about her. It'll be just me and Joel."

"Awww," I teased, "Can I come to the wedding?"

"Right," Chester snorted, situating himself so he was lying on his stomach beside me, his chin resting on his crossed arms. I was leaning on my right side, facing him and propping my head up with my right hand so I could talk to him.

"Awww we're not invited?" I pouted.

"No no, I don't wanna think about another marriage right away," Chester explained, "Maybe later on. And yes, you and Benji will be invited."

"Yay!" I grinned, "You're too kind."

"I know, I know," Chester grinned, laying his head down, "I asked Joel to the movies with me tomarrow. I don't know what we're gonna see yet."

"That's cool. I have to talk to Benji and see if he wants to do anything," I replied.

*~*~*~*

*Joel*

"How do I look?" I asked Benji and Billy, spinning around dramatically to show them my outfit I'd chosen, which was baggy black jeans, my chucks, and my camoflague MADE t-shirt, over a long sleeved black shirt.

"Sexy," Billy rolled his eyes, "You look fine Joel. I'm sure Chester will love it."

"Sure?" I asked, fixing my 'hawk in the mirror, "How about my hair?"

"JOEL!" Benji laughed, "You look fine. You better go before Chester thinks you're standing him up or something."

"Yeah... you're right," I nodded, grabbing my wallet and the key card, "I'll see you guys later."

"Bye," Benji smiled while Billy waved.

I headed to the elevator and down to the lobby where I was supposed to meet Chester. I spotted him sitting on a chair and gazing out the window. I crept up behind him and covered his eyes, saying, "Guess who!"

"Gee, I wonder," he grinned, turning around and smiling at me, "You look hot."

"Thanks," I smiled as he stood up, "You're not so bad yourself."

He smiled and took my hand in his as we walked outside to get the car. "I thought maybe we could see Spiderman," Chester told me, "It's supposed to be really good."

"Sounds good," I smiled, "I like Spiderman."

"Me too," Chester smiled back, climbing into the driver's side, "It's playing at the movie theater that's at the mall, so we could get dinner afterwards."

"You've been planning this," I grinned at him, "I feel loved."

*~*~*~*

*Benji*

I knocked on the door of Linkin Park's room, waiting patiently for an answer. After about ten minutes of knocking and hearing nothing, I pulled out the extra key Mike had given to me and opened the door, letting myself in.

"Hello?" I called, "Anybody home?"

Silence was my answer. It seemed like no one was here, until I heard someone throwing up in the bathroom. I walked down the hallway and to the bathroom, peering inside. Mike was leaning back against the wall opposite the toilet, sweating slightly.

"Mike?" I asked softly, dropping to my knees beside him and placing my hand on his shoulder, "Are you okay?"

"I guess," Mike sighed, rubbing his eyes, "I've felt really sick all day. My stomach's been feeling really tight.. like there's a lot of pressure. And I've been throwing up every once in a while."

"Did you take any medicine?" I asked, "Any of that pink stuff?"

"Yeah," Mike replied, "I just did earlier."

I nodded, helping him to stand up. "You should rest," I told him, "If you feel sick tomarrow, I'll take you to a doctor's office before we hit the road again."

"Okay," Mike said softly, laying down in the bed. I pulled the covers up over him and laid down beside him, feeling his forehead gently. "Does anything else hurt?" I asked softly, stroking his hair.

"No," he sighed, curling into my arms and closing his eyes, "Just my stomach feels weird."

"Alright," I whispered, kissing his forehead, "Get some rest. I'll be here with you."

*~*~*~*