I woke up later on, unaware that I'd even fallen asleep to begin with. Joel wasn't in my bunk with me anymore, since he'd gone to call Chester a while ago. I glanced at my watch and it read 9:53 PM. At least we'd be in Dallas tomarrow morning.

I crawled out of my bunk, rubbing my eyes sleepily, which was a mistake, 'cause I'd forgotten that I had eyeliner on, and I ended up smearing it all over. I sighed and went into the bathroom to wash it off, before going to get something for a late dinner.

"Sleeping beauty has awaken," Paul smiled at me, "Have a nice nap? Joel said you'd been out for hours."

"Yeah," I nodded, digging around in the fridge, "I didn't even know I'd fallen asleep."

"I hear ya," Paul agreed, "Even if it IS only a six show tour, it's still taking a lot out of me. I'll be glad to just get back to DC and sleep."

I couldn't fully agree with him there. Paul, Billy and Chris would go back to DC, but Joel and I would have to go to New York to host ATR. They had it easy. AND I'd still be missing Mike, at least until some time in November.

"Is there anything to eat?" I asked Paul, closing the refridgerator door, "I need food."

"Uhm... I think we have... cereal.. in the cabinets... or.. maybe some stuff to make PB&J sandwiches," he replied, thinking aloud.

"Cereal will do," I sighed dramatically, opening the cabinet and grabbing a box of Fruit Loops, "Where's the other's?"

"Joel is STILL on the phone after two hours, and Chris is determined to beat Billy at Midnight Club. They're been at it for a few good hours," Paul replied, "Chris needs to learn that Billy is unbeatable."

"True," I smiled, "I still have not beat him at a single game. One of these days I will."

*~*~*~*

*Chester*

"And he's FINALLY off the phone," Mike smiled at me, "What the hell were you and Joel talking about for..." he paused to check his watch, "Three hours?"

"Stuff," I smiled, "Just... stuff."

"Oh really," Mike grinned knowingly, closing the notepad he'd been scribbling down some new song lyrics in, "What kinda stuff?"

"Stuff," I smirked, sitting beside him, "Can I see what you've been scribbling down for the past hour?"

"Sure," Mike replied, sliding the notepad over to me, "Subject changer."

"Thanks," I smiled, reading over the lyrics, "These are awesome Noda. We should really consider making this into a full fledged song."

"Thanks," Mike smiled, blushing slightly, "I mainly wrote them while thinking about Benji..."

"Again," I added with a grin, "He's all you think about anymore."

"Well, it's not like I can help it," Mike smiled, "He's just so... thinkaboutable."

"Thinkaboutable?" I laughed, "You just made that word up, didn't you?"

"Damn right," Mike grinned, "I plan to use it too."

"You do that," I nodded, nudging him in the side playfully, "I'm going to sleep. I'm damn tired."

*~*~*~*

*Joel*

"Wake up Benj," I said, shaking him, "We're in Dallas now... time to wake up..."

He mumbled something and rolled over. "Benji.... you'll get to see Mike..."

"What?" he mumbled rolling back over to face me. I laughed. "Ah ha! I mention Mike and you wake up. C'mon, we're in Dallas. We gotta get situated in the hotel."

"Ugh, fine," benji murmured, pushing himself out of him bunk, stumbling slightly and lading against me.

"Woah, easy there Beej," I laughed, grabbing his shoulders to steady him, "Need me to slap you so you can wake up?"

"No," he sighed, rubbing his eyes, "I'm awake now."

"Good. Now get dressed. The others are already in the hotel and probably getting breakfast now."

"Alright alright," he said, flicking his hand at me before rummaging in his backpack for some clothes. I shouldered my own backpack and grabbed my suitcase, waiting for Benji to finish up. Once he was dressed and had his things, we left the bus and headed into the hotel.

"Alright... I think we're in room 865," I told him, handing him a cardkey, before we got on the elevator to go up to our room, "Are you awake yet?"

"Halfway," he nodded, "Gimme about five minutes to get there."

*~*~*~*

*Mike*

"Benji and I are going to hang out at his room, 'cause the rest are going out somewhere," I told Chester, "And Joel says for me to bring you along too."

"Awesome," Chester grinned, "Let's go!"

"Eager much?" I smirked, knowing the real reason he was so eager to go. An empty hotel room meant a lot of privacy.

"Very," Chester smiled, grabbing my arm, "Let's go!!"

"Alright already, damn," I laughed as he pulled me out of the room and into the hallway, "Chill out dude. It's not like they're gonna vanish if we don't get to them."

"You never know," Chester grinned knowingly at me, walking down to the elevator, "What room are they in?"

"865," I told him, watching as he hit the button for the 8th floor.

"Come oooon," he whined, "I wanna see my man!"

*~*~*~*