Paisley laid in one of the bed cubbies on the bus. She picked her up her slippers and pulled them onto her feet. She adjusted her pajamas and got out of her "bed". Paisley walked out into the main area of the bus and sat down after getting a granola bar from the cabinet. "Are you guys going to wake up, it's like nine in the morning." She yelled through a mouth of food.

The girl had been awake for at the very least four hours in the small sitting area while the others slept, showing enough consideration for their sleep cycles not to wake them at five in the morning. She'd been one of those still awake at three am after all. She wore a pair of plaid purple and black pajama pants and a grey tank without socks and her hair was held up in a high pony. As she moved her bangs hung in her face, covering the soft grey orbs as tehy followed her pen across the page. "Let them sleep Paisley, they were up all night." Vanessa didn't look up at the younger girl as she spoke, instead she continued to write the poem she had been thinking about.

Orion murmured incoherently at hearing the yelling and slowly woke up, yawning as he got out of the bed, wearing only his grey jeans that he had worn to bed. Could've let me have another hour of sleep he thought but didn't say anything as he put on his death metal shirt since his favorite, the treble clef shirt, was dirty from being worn the previous night.

Orion took a seat relatively close to Vanessa and leaned back into the seat, breathing a sigh of relief and looking at the two girls. Paisley had a granola bar in hand although most of it seemed to be in her mouth, and Vanessa was working on some poetry. While Orion still wrote songs he dismissed poetry as a pastime for himself quite some time ago, but still found it interesting to read. Knowing Vanessa she was likely to have been up for a while.

"Did you get any breakfast Vi?" Orion asked Vi at a medium tone, not looking at Vi herself but at Paisley with mild amusement as he did.

Chris rolled around in bed after hearing all the commotion. He attempted to keep his eyes shut, but eventually gave up and got up. Chris was only wearing cloths below his waist because after last night his upper half clothes were so dirty. He slowly made his way the cabinets with food, and grabbed some crackers before sitting down. "Why does it have to be nine in the morning? Why not nine in the afternoon?" Chris says after eating a few crackers.

The young woman glanced between the others, her grey eyes finding the male who had spoken to her first though he wasn't looking at her anyway. "Haven't been hungry." She said with a shrug and returned to her poetry, biting on her bottom lip as she thought about it until the other boy walked into the small kitchen of the bus. "Because nine at night would mean you missed your show." Vi answered Chris' question without glancing up at him again. She figured he would be shirtless, almost all the days slept in just their boxers anyway so it wasn't much of a surprise for her to have one of the other band members walk out without an article of clothing.

Paisley made an awkward face at Chris. "Crackers for breakfast?" She partially rolled her eyes before getting up. "I'm going to make waffles. Anybody want some waffles?" Paisley grabbed things from the cabinets and the fridge.

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Orion sighed and stood up, walking over to Paisley. "I'll help, since Vi hasn't had any we should make her some and I wouldn't mind waffles," he yawned, still not quite awake and alert. "Thanks for helping out," Orion murmured to Paisley in a quieter voice as he helped get the last of the things out of the fridge and start making the waffles.

"I can just eat something later, you don't have to bother fixing anything for me." Vanessa said as she leaned over, away from where the other male was sitting next to her and closed her eyes. She was drawn out, more tired than usual, and lacking the quiet energy she usually had. Unlike the girl she was never one to help out with food, more of less she arranged most of their lodging when they were in town or at shows, organized other things behind the scenes were she didn't have to deal with it. As well she also tuned their guitars and basses for each song on the set because she knew them so well. "I'm not hungry." She said again, leaning against the window with her cheek against the cool glass while she closed her eyes.

"And when was the last time you actually ate something? Paisley looked at her friend, and then at Orion. "In regards to your thanks, it's no problem. I'm like a little maid. Paisley laughed. "I could have one of those cute little outfit things. That'd be great." Paisley continued o help Orion make the waffles, handing him various things that he was in need of.

"I had one of those protein shakes last night." Vanessa waved off the other girls concern as she went on to talk about maid outfits and was glad that none of them ever tried to put her in anything but what she liked to wear. The goth was content with her jeans, jacket and boots, sometimes to occasional dress but little more than that.

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Orion sighed and made a mental note to make enough for Vanessa too, figuring there was no point in directly arguing with her. After all, argument wasn't exactly his forte. Orion continued making the waffles and stifled a chuckle at Paisley's maid comments. "I'm sure you'd look lovely in a maid outfit," Orion said more out of his habit of instinctively complimenting people whenever he saw an opportunity more than seriously thinking of how she would look.

Orion returned his attention to the waffles, two of them now finished. "Could you put these on a plate and give them to Vi please Paisley? he asked, tensing a bit expecting Vi to get frustrated at him for making her some. Oh well, it's not like being nice means anything if you're just doing it to get people to be happy with you he told himself silently as he started making some more.

Leo was having one of his bad dreams again. One of his childhood. His father cornered him, holding a belt.

"It's for the best, son," his father snarled.

Just as he was about to whip the belt at Leo, everything froze. "Waffles?" he questioned.

He woke up in his cubby bed to the smell. He had been sweating in his dream, but not stinky sweat. More like tears.

Leo walked out into the sitting area. He was still wearing his "Come to the dark side, we have cookies!" pajamas as he stood in the entrance.

"Waffles?" he questioned like a seven year old.
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The young woman didn't often accept food when someone else made it and in this instance she blatantly ignored what he had said and stood, stretching as the drummer walked into the room. He was shaking slightly this morning, just like most mornings before but she didn't question it either way. "Morning Leo." She greeted him, waving a hand toward where Orion was pointedly telling Paisley to give her a plate with two on it. "You can have mine. You need it more than I do." She said just as the bus stopped at a gas station and she passed by everyone on her way toward the small room in the back that she spent her time sleeping in. "I'm going to put some closed on and stretch my legs." Vanessa often did the same thing every morning when they stopped and every evening before a show; she'd dress and go outside for a bit in the cold and walk alone, rarely bothered by any of the other band members.

Leo nodded, thanking her. He knew she probably hadn't eaten yet, but that was really her choice. He took the plate of waffles and set them down on the counter to grab his bottle of pills out of the cabinet. He shook two pills out, screwed the lid back on and put them in the cabinet. He then took a bottle of water out of the fridge, downed his pills, and then began eating his waffles.

"I swear if she declines lunch I'm force feeding her." Paisley shook her head in Vi's direction. She helped Orion finish the waffles and made him and herself a plate, handing his to him and sitting down at the table. "Morning Leo." Paisley smiled at the boy. "Everyone sleep okay?" She asked right before starting in on her waffles.

In the small room the girl picked up a pair of leggings and one of her corsets, before digging through her bag and finding a clean pair of black socks and one of her black blouses. The corset held her breasts and smoothed out her curves as she dressed and stepped out of the room in her oddly gothic attire. At the door of the bus she waved to the others as she buckled her boots up and flicked the hood of her sweater up to shade her face from the sun. Of the group she was the most secluded and often the one to spend most of her time away from the others, regardless of their currently lodgings. While the guys would party or play, she would find her way to the roof and sit alone, waiting for them to get back. She was the most mature, making sure everyone had what they needed before she even tried to get something for herself. Outside she glanced about and saw that they were in the countryside on their way to Oklahoma and she started walking down the road on the gravel without paying much attention to where she was really going.

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Leo pretended not to hear the question. Sleep well? He almost never slept well. He didn't like to lie, but he didn't like the silence either. I mean, he couldn't just say Oh yeah guys. By the way, I have recurring nightmares basically every night of my life and I have to take pills because I'm really actually depressed inside. Yeah, I lied to yeah. Other than that I'm fine! Instead he answered short and simple.

"Yeah."

"That's good Leo." Paisley used her fork to mop up syrup with her waffle and stuffed it into her mouth. She repeated until she was done and picked up her plate and took it towards the sink. "You really know how to make waffles, Orion." Paisley smiled. "They were really good."

The girl walked outside, watching the early morning glow of the sun with her hood pulled low, standing dead center on the road when a truck came barreling down the road. She wasn't one to want to die; but neither was she one to care if she did though just as the truck honked it's horn Vanessa stepped forward and they barely missed her, the mirror having brushed across her back. Admittedly, she was a bit of an adrenaline junkie herself, though not to the point of a death wish or the like. She turned her grey eyes on the dust cloud setting around her, her eyes finding the license plate before she stepped forward again and finished walking across the street. The altercation could be seen from the bus if any of the others cared to look.

"You can have mine. You need it more than I do."

Orion sighed at Vanessa turning down the waffles, although not surprised in the least. Oh well, gotta just keep trying to find a way in, not like giving up on her's an option, probably had too many people give up on her already Orion thought bitterly, noting how he never really learned much about her history. He figured there's probably something of interest behind her. Worth finding out. In this state of deep thought he barely paid attention to his surroundings until he heard his name.

"You really know how to make waffles, Orion." Paisley smiled. "They were really good."

"Hmm?" Orion asked, not having touched his own waffles yet. "Yeah, thanks Paisley," Orion smiled, looking at the waffles and his mind processing everything that was happening. "I'm gonna go see if Vi's alright," he said, taking his waffles outside of the caravan and running over towards the road, seeing Vi standing in the middle of the road.

He watched as the truck came and barely missed Vi, frozen by a touch of shock and as the dust settled he ran over to the other side of the road where Vanessa now was, still holding the plate of waffles. "You really should be more careful, if you don't keep an eye out for stuff like this you could get hurt or worse..." Orion drifted off and looked at Vanessa, continuing.

"I.... um.... I mean.... I don't think Paisley would be too impressed if you left her all alone with a bunch of hormonal stupid boys," he added with a small smile, wanting to remind her that everyone cared but embarrassed to say anything that could be interpreted as personal, individual care. "So make sure you keep safe, you're part of the gang after all," he finished, feeling like he might've dragged on a bit too long and sound like he was lecturing her.