L3T'S AV0iiD TH3 C0NFUSii0N =3=[[N0TACC3PTiiNGK4Y?]]

[m o o s i e p o p s]

3MMii;; UNTiiL THEN, ii R3MAiiN LiiK3 SWiiTZ3RLAND- NU3TR4L!

'You'll see.' Emlen hated that phrase, 'you'll see.' That usually lead to a surprise of some sort, and the duke had his fair share of shockers, enough to tell that a lot of the times, they were not a good thing. He frowned at her response, but respected her wishes of privacy. As she disappeared into the bathroom once more, the blue-black haired boy shuffled downstairs again, carefully avoiding Nairi's line of vision. It was true, he had provoked him purposely. And as one with the royal blood of England flowing through his veins, he knew it was foolish and even a bit cowardly for him to refuse to expose himself. But, he had reasons. Emlen knew that Nairi would get worked up from the sheer glance at him, and to spare the Armenian the energy, he figured this was the best way to go about it.

But, a wrench was thrown into his plans when a new voice rose, one that he didn't recognize. And he felt it as his duty to greet her for some reason, and with regret, moved himself to the main room. Coughing as he passed through the doorway, the Brit placed a charming smile upon his lips and said, " 'Fraid I've never been. I'll be sure to remember that though, if I do." She was interesting, this new girl, by appearance's standards at least. The girl wasn't really like any of the other girls on the bus already, but he hadn't any other comments to say about her.

Here we are again, circles never end
How do I find the perfect fit
There's enough for everyone
But I'm still waiting in line

[PiiNK - l o l l i P0P]

[ T | O | M | M | Y ]
starr
тσммү їѕ ά ѕтάя !! -- т н э σ и э ά и d σ и l ү ѕтάяя ѕ υ я ν і ν σ я ___

Tommy smiled sadly and sat down, toying absently with the stuffed tiger he held. He looked down and took a deep breath, forcing the lump in his throat down. "i guess it started when I was eight.. No, it was before that. My parents were.. drug addicts. My dad did heroin, my mom did pot. I had gotten home from school, and as usuall my dad had been shooting up Heroin in the living room. My mom had been at work. Anyway, I went to my usual retreat in the hall closet to play with my cars. My dad was sitting in the living room shooting up when the doorbell rang. Dad shouted something like 'no solicitors' or something. Then I think the door opened.." The lump in Tommy's throat rose back up, and he choked back a sob. Swallowing, he went on. "I watched through the slats in the closet door while some guy walked into my house, pulled out a gun, and shot my dad in the head. Over and over. Then he shot my dog Duke when he started barking, and my mom's cat. I think he would have got me too if I hadn't hidden in the crawl space under the house." Tears were readily flowing down his face now, but Tommy wasn't sobbing. He'd never told anybody the full story before, and somehow he felt able to tell Roxanne the whole thing. "I just remember hiding under there hugging myself, too shocked to cry. My mom got home at some point and took me out from under the house. Then.. Then a week later she overdosed." Having finished his story, Tommy finally broke down completely, digging the heels of his hands into his eyes and trying not to sob too loudly. His whole body shook with each sob that escaped his lips. And yet, somewhere in his mind it felt like a huge weight had been lifted.


I made my mistakes
I’ve got no where to run
The night goes on
As I’m fading away
I’m sick of this life
I just wanna scream
How could this happen to me

[PiiNK - l o l l i P0P]

[ m . i . s . c . h . a ]
mikhailovich

мїѕсна мїҝнаїlσυιсн » H3R iiMP3Rii4L HiiGHN3SS, MY 4SS «

Looking over, Mischa spotted the source of the British accent that had just responded to her joke. She gave him a very quick once-over and nodded. Grinning, she laughed. "Never've I heard such a response. Who be you with that English accent thinger, eh?" She put one hand on her hip and raised her eyebrow, then lifted one hand to her chest, thumb out pointing to herself. "I be Mischa Mikhailovich of Moscow, Russia, at yer service, mister." Mischa curtsied and winked heartily at him. "I prefer Missy or Chachi though, if ye don't mind."


Feel the r a i n on your skin
No one else can f e e l it for you
Only y o u can let it in
No one e l s e, no one else
Can speak the w o r d s on your lips
Drench yourself in words u n s p o k e n
Live your life with a r m s wide open
Today is where you book b e g i n s
The r e s t is still unwritten

[m o o s i e p o p s]

S4MMY T0 ii4N;; B3 MY P3NGUiiN, PL34S3?

After entering the bus, the boy stopped enough to notice the new female. He acknowledged her in typical Samson Searle fashion, a deep blush, a stammer of hello, and a beeline away. Still blushing as he made his way to his and Ian's shared sleeping quarters, the boy shut the door behind him and peeled off his shirt. 'Club clothes.' Ran through the brunet's mind, as he studied his belongs. Deciding on just a plain black shirt with simple lettering of "Single Digit Sex", the boy swiped it up just in time to go over to Ian after he beckoned. Still shirtless, the twenty-two year old came to the blond, and quipped, "Yeah?"

So let me do the dishes in our kitchen sink
Put you to bed if you've had too much to drink
I could be the man who grows old with you
I wanna grow old with you

[tangle buddies]

>>iiMP4Tii3NT ii4N<<[[L0V3S HiiM T0 D3ATH <3]] says:

Ian glanced over just in time to see an eyeful of shirtless Sam. A smile crept across his face, and he bit down on his bottom lip. He extended his hand, grabbing a hold onto Sam's and pulling the boy down towards him. "First of all, you need to put a shirt on. Otherwise, I can't say we'll make it to the club," smirked the blond, "Secondly, I love you." With that, Ian wrapped his other arm around Sam's neck and kissed the boy. He wondered how long the kiss would last. Everybody else seemed pretty distracted so maybe Sam wouldn't freak about that. It didn't matter though. For the moment, he was perfectly content kissing his boyfriend.

My soul has never had this feeling.
It feels like gold.
You've got so much love in you.
You’ve got so much love in you.
I’m amazed that I’m talking to you.
You look like the songs
That I’ve heard my whole life coming true.

[m o o s i e p o p s]

3MMii;; UNTiiL THEN, ii R3MAiiN LiiK3 SWiiTZ3RLAND- NU3TR4L!

The Miles heir's blue eyes widened slightly as she introduced herself. "Mischa Mikhailovich," the male murmured thoughtfully. Why was that so familiar? He racked his brain for references of that name, just to have it suddenly hit him. He gasped and pointed towards her with his hand briefly, before remembering pointing was not polite and dropped his hand, "You're Mikhailovich?! I'm Miles, Emlen Miles. Small world, yeah?" He grinned, shaking his head in disbelief.

The girl before him was no other than the girl his parents had tried so hard to hook him up with, as they considered it a 'good match'. Remember that most people didn't know he was a duke, or he'd like to think that, he added, "Mind not mentioning my, erm, status? Like to keep that to myself."

Here we are again, circles never end
How do I find the perfect fit
There's enough for everyone
But I'm still waiting in line

[PiiNK - l o l l i P0P]

[ m . i . s . c . h . a ]
mikhailovich

мїѕсна мїҝнаїlσυιсн » H3R iiMP3Rii4L HiiGHN3SS, MY 4SS «

Mischa blinked once, twice, three times. Miles? No way she thought wildly, then coming back to reality and hearing what he said. She nodded quickly. "Yeh, sure thing Emlen. Mind doing likewise for me, eh? Things get awkward if it gets out." She laughed awkwardly. She had just met the very guy that her mother had decided would be the best option ever for both Russia and world peace. Mischa had disagreed. Now, though, she almost regretted that. Emlen was good looking, she'd give him that. But arranged marriage had never been her thing. Mischa preferred to play the field until she found just the right person. Either way, meeting the person for the first time was probably far more awkward after the years it'd been since the arranged dating instance. She awkwardly scratched the back of her head. "And you're different seeming that what I expected, yah? Was thinking some stuck-up spoiled fool, yah? Ha." She figured it was okay to say that now. After all, he didn't seem like that kind of person.


Feel the r a i n on your skin
No one else can f e e l it for you
Only y o u can let it in
No one e l s e, no one else
Can speak the w o r d s on your lips
Drench yourself in words u n s p o k e n
Live your life with a r m s wide open
Today is where you book b e g i n s
The r e s t is still unwritten

[m o o s i e p o p s]

• Я о ҳ α ŋ ŋ ε •

Саŧсн а ғаłłіŋġ δŧаяя … ŋзνзя ιзŧ іŧ ғаđз аŵау

The petite twenty year old sat there, feeling helpless. She couldn't ease his pain, not with a simple smile or a teddy bear's pretend kiss on the nose like she would normally. This was horrible, his past had some horrible events that she hadn't anticipated, hadn't even considered it'd be so tragic. And once he started to sob, Roxanne simply couldn't control her own tears. They slid down fast down her cheeks, her lower lip was still trembling, and on an utter whim, she threw her arms around him and pulled herself closer to him.

She knew it wasn't much, but if he wanted to cry, she could at least be that shoulder to cry on. The girl breathed in shakily, trying to muster up any comforting words she could manage but ending up saying nothing, simply embracing him in silence. Such a loss of words was uncommon for Roxxie, and at a time like this, she couldn't imagine anyone being full of words after that bomb dropped on them. All she wished for was that Tommy didn't blame himself or have any remorse about still living while his parents and pets were buried somewhere.

[m o o s i e p o p s]

S4MMY S34RL3;; CR4ZY 4B0UT HiiM, && HiiM 0NLY.

As their lips were pressed together, Sam wriggled his arms through the arm holes of his tee shirt, and begun guiding it up his limbs. Regretfully, he broke their kiss just to slip the shirt over his head and ask, "Better? Love you too, Ian." After the last word was voiced, the brunet ducked his head down to his blond companion and kissed him again. He was well aware of what Ian meant, and knew how weird it was for a couple their age to not have done anything sexual after going out for a year practically, but now was not the time and place. As much as he was a worrier, the male also was a romantic, a practical one at that.

For one, there were people on the bus, and that meant people could hear or interrupt. Just thinking those thoughts caused the twenty-two year old to flush a light pink, but after pushing those thoughts away, Samson couldn't help but notice how much even the simple act of kissing the blond made him happy. It made his heart thump loudly in his ears and almost forget what was going on around them. Placing his hand behind Ian's head on the back of his neck Sam gave him a final kiss and moved away only about an inch. He said softly, "I really do, you're my world."

{{o o c;; o3o; I felt bored and kind of wanting mush. so bam. }}

So let me do the dishes in our kitchen sink
Put you to bed if you've had too much to drink
I could be the man who grows old with you
I wanna grow old with you

[PiiNK - l o l l i P0P]

[ T | O | M | M | Y ]
starr
тσммү їѕ ά ѕтάя !! -- т н э σ и э ά и d σ и l ү ѕтάяя ѕ υ я ν і ν σ я ___

Tommy absentmindedly put his own arms around Roxanne, pressing his face hard into her shoulder, his tears still pouring from his eyes. Slowly, he started to choke back his sobs. Finally, he was able to control himself. Sitting up, he pulled away from Roxanne, running the back of one of his hands across his eyes. "Thank you," he said softly. He'd never before had a chance to actually let it all go in the past. Even in foster care, his foster families had refused to let him really talk about it, to really let it go. Now, Tommy tucked it away in his past. It was a painful memory, but the biggest thorn had been pulled and now it would heal slowly. His lips twitched with a smile at Roxanne.


I made my mistakes
I’ve got no where to run
The night goes on
As I’m fading away
I’m sick of this life
I just wanna scream
How could this happen to me

[m o o s i e p o p s]

3MMii;; UNTiiL THEN, ii R3MAiiN LiiK3 SWiiTZ3RLAND- NU3TR4L!

Emlen chuckled, scratching at the back of his head awkwardly. 'How weird was this, actually meeting your almost-fiance and having to room with her for however long this damn trip is?' Even this thought could be left unanswered, as most anyone could probably guess it was weird for the boy to meet her. He had skipped out on dates all the time, he didn't know if she actually showed up as well, but wondered if she harbored a grudge against him of any sort. Mischa didn't seem to. So the Brit nodded. "Of course, it's a deal," He said, referring to their unspoken agreement to keep their titles to themselves. Emlen went on, "And yer, thought you'd be more- how do you say? Prissy? I think that's the proper word for it. Anyways, glad you're not. Might've made this situation a bit more peculiar if you were, eh? And as for you, I'm not the nancy-boy, high and mighty you might've expected, yeah?"

Of course the Miles child was a bit accustomed to being pampered but that was no reason to think that he thought he was superior than everyone that didn't hold a title as he did. In fact, the boy was rather meek and humble about his status, and tried the best to get even the English civilians to treat him as an equal, often failing, but attempting nonetheless. The male smiled pleasantly at the Russian, hoping that she'd agree, as he prided himself on not being the royal stereotype.

Here we are again, circles never end
How do I find the perfect fit
There's enough for everyone
But I'm still waiting in line

[Caffeinated Cree]

Cr€€ :.~Wynt€r~.: Faustiko



Cree sat cross-legged in the middle of the bus. She hummed to herself, and looked around at the clumps of people. There seemed to be two other people she wasn't familiar with. But it didn't suprise her. The only one she really knew was Sam, and that was it. She guessed she better not interfere with the two newcomers. She'd already screwed up with the first two, she tried being accquainted with. They would be at the club soon, so she knew she could do something besides sit and do nothing. Cree was naturally drawn to a club atmosphere, or anywhere where she could dance.

[tangle buddies]

>>BL0ND3 W0ND3R<<[[L0V3S HiiM T0 D3ATH <3]] says:

Sam's last statement rang in Ian's ears, filling him instantly with a sudden rush of happiness. Those three words had done more for Ian than Sam could have possibly imagined and more than Ian was willing to talk about. There would be time for that kind of talking in New Jersey. Thinking about it, Ian realized just how impatient he was growing. Briefly he wondered if anybody else had noticed his rush. Of course, he had his reasons for wanting to rush. He just wasn't going to tell anybody those reasons. It was a surprise for Sam's upcoming birthday, and he wasn't going to tell anybody what he had planned. He wasn't going to risk Sam finding out.

The blond gazed up at the brunet for a moment, resisting the urge to press his lips against Sam's once more and finally speaking, "I'm glad to hear it because I feel the same way." He quickly pecked Sam on the lips and pushed the boy away, grinning as he did so. "Now let me up so I can put non-grass smelling clothes."

With that, he slid off the bed and grabbed one of his bags. Reaching into it, he pulled out a new pair of jeans and a clubbing-type shirt. The blond didn't care if anybody saw him change and proceeded to change into his new outfit. "Okay, now I'm ready to go." He sat back on the bed next to Sam and rested his head on the boy's shoulder.

[[Clubbing type shirt just proves how uncreative I feel right now. o3o]]

”Baby, don’t be gentle.
I can handle anything.
Baby, take me on a journey.
I’ve been thinking lately I could use
A little time alone with you.
Crazy? Let’s do something. Maybe?
Please don't take your time.
You’ve got me right where
You want me.

[m o o s i e p o p s]

◦▪◦لαммγ◦▪◦

"Forever and ever, you'll stay in my heart and I will love you" Aretha Franklin

To say the least, Samson looked everywhere but at Ian while he was changing. At the floor, their clothes, the bed, the clock, anything but him would've done. His cheeks felt hot, as well as the rest of his face, the boy wondered if he was blushing as fiercely as he thought he was. A year dating, a year rooming together in the tour bus and he still wasn't completely comfortable with the blond changing in front of him. Had it been him, he'd either sent Ian out or excused himself to a bathroom.

The brunet finally looked back at Ian when his head plonked down on his shoulder. Brushing his lips lightly on his boyfriend's head before checking his watch, he replied, "Makes both of us. But I don't think we're going to get moving just as quick as we thought we were. Roxxie hasn't even started up the bus yet." It was true, the low hum of the bus was absent from the boy's ears. He wondered just when exactly they planned to get there.

In all of creations all things great and small
You are the one that surpasses them all
More precious than any diamond or pearl
They broke the mold when you came in this world

[tangle buddies]

NiiK0 N3f4Rii0U5 [[H3Y WH0 M4D3 C00Kii3S?!]] says:

Niko briefly wondered when the group was going to the club. He knew he had heard Roxxie mention one, yet nobody seemed to be in any rush to go. If he recalled, Ian and Sam had just disappeared into the bed. He wondered for a second what they were doing but recalled Ian mentioning how shy Sam was. It was then Niko realized that they probably weren't doing anything of importance. "You think we have some time to get in a quick round? It shouldn't take too long to beat your a**. Of course, let's make it interesting. Care to place a bet?"

I’m down if you don’t expect anymore from me
I ain’t got much for you.
It’s alright,
If you wanna get down.
Keep it simple now.