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Note: Hi, my loves. For those of you who haven't noticed, I published a new book titled 'My Writing Corner' – basically, it's a peek into my writing process. As for the content, these are some of the things that I will be posting:

1) Ideas I have for new fics so that you can give me your thoughts on them.

2) Sneak-peeks and previews of unpublished/upcoming fics.

3) Pictures/snapshots surrounding my writing.

4) Updates on the status of certain fics.

5) A chapter dedicated to you guys, where you can post your feedback and/or ideas or anything else you'd like to share with me.

So, yeah. Go and check it out if you haven't already. There's not much posted at the moment, but I will update it regularly.

And now that the self-promo is done, time to get to the series that everyone hates me for writing! :)

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Other than a few slack pecks here and there, nothing more happened after you and Josh shared that kiss in his bunk. With a content sigh, you had snuggled into his sturdy chest as the caresses of his hand and his steady heartbeat gently lulled you to sleep.

He wasn't there when you woke up the next morning – but it wasn't an uncommon occurrence. Tyler and Josh were early risers, especially on tour, where they had loads of things to cram into one day. This morning, they were sitting in the lounge section of the bus, having a mini-jam session.

You could tell that they were trying to keep the music at a low volume so as not to wake you, and a small smile crept onto your face as Tyler hissed at Josh when he accidently drummed too loudly.

Stretching out your stiff body as best you could while cramped in the restrictive space of the bunk, you yawned silently. You pulled back the burgundy-coloured curtain and swung your legs over the edge of the bunk before hopping down. The dull thud of your feet hitting the floor caught the attention of both guys, who looked up from their instruments and gave you lazy grins.

"Sorry if we woke you," Tyler apologised, cocking his head in the direction of a nearby pull-out table, where a Starbucks coffee cup was waiting for you. "I told Josh he was being too loud," he cast an accusatory glance at his friend, who tossed you a remorseful look.

"It's alright," you chuckled lightly, moving to grab the coffee they had gotten for you and taking a slug from it. "You didn't disturb me. I had a really good night's rest," you added, tucking your hair behind your ear and looking down at the cup in your hand. You raised your gaze slightly and looked at Josh through your eyelashes. The two of you shared a knowing smile.

Raising his eyebrows as he looked from you to Josh, Tyler shook his head in disapproval and heaved a heavy sigh before refocusing on his ukulele.

"By the way," he said, fingers fiddling with the strings as he kept his gaze focused on his instrument, not bothering to look up at you. "Josh and I have a pretty hectic day today, so you're probably not gonna see much of us. That okay?"

You took another sip of coffee and nodded your head. It wasn't unusual for Tyler and Josh to be preoccupied with interviews and meetings and whatnot; it was the norm. You had become accustomed to it by now, and you weren't too bothered about being left alone and having to find something to keep you busy.

"Yeah, that's totally fine."

"Cool. We'll be on our way to the hotel soon, so you can chill there."

"Ahh, yes," you cheered, plonking down in the corner across from them, "Maybe I can go down to the restaurant later. I've been craving lasagne."

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"MOTHERFUCKER!"

Brendon harshly slammed his hand down on the table and tossed his pen clear across the room before yanking the paper full of scribbles off of the table and crumpling it up.

He leaned back in his chair and rubbed his hands over his face, then running them through his hair as he groaned in frustration.

Dallon walked in – two beers in hand – and seated himself on the edge of the table, offering a drink and a sympathetic look to his visibly worn-out friend.

"Writer's block's gotcha pretty bad this time, huh?" the older guy cocked an eyebrow and took a swig from his beer bottle, referring to the heaps of crumpled up bits of paper littered all around the room.

Brendon swallowed a mouthful of beer and shook his head. "This isn't just writer's block. I have ideas. It's just that my mind is too fucked up at present to even allow me to get some fucking work done!" he hissed, angrily swiping the yellow notepad he had been writing on off of the table and to the ground.

"Well, if you want my advice," Dallon huffed, reaching down to pick up the notepad and tossing it in front of Brendon, "It would be to try and fix it at the source of the problem and stop taking it out on the poor stationery."

"I never asked for your advice."

"You can't keep on like this, Brendon."

"The hell am I supposed to do?" Brendon growled, aggressively taking a drink from the bottle. "She made it quite clear that she's over me and that she never wants to see me again."

"Firstly," Dallon raised a finger and half-smirked, "she only said that she's over you. She didn't say that she never wants to see you again."

Brendon scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Wow, thanks. I feel so much better."

"Secondly," Dallon continued, ignoring his friend's previous comment, "there's no way that she's over you."

"Tell that to her," Brendon blustered, arching his brows and chuckling lightly, "When I tried, she almost clawed my eyes out."

"You weren't too tactful about it, in her defence."

"Dude, whose side are you on here?" Brendon frowned, throwing both hands up. "'Cause I'm kinda getting mixed signals."

"I'm on no one's side," Dallon stated simply with a vague shake of his head, "You're both in the wrong, you're both in denial, and you both need to sort your shit out so that we can all go back to living peacefully again."

"It's not that simple, Dall."

"Of course it is. But the two of you – or should I say, the three of you – are all acting like major idiots, and you need to just... I don't know... you just need to sort things out!" Dallon said frustratedly, brushing the loose strands of hair out of his face. "Because it's making everyone miserable!"

Brendon opened his mouth to protest, but Dallon hushed him, standing up from his seat and backtracking out of the room.

"Don't even try and argue with me. Go and fix things. Just remember one thing – this is all about (Y/N). She's gotten the worst out of all of this, and if we're being honest, the most important thing here is her happiness. How you and Josh feel is irrelevant."

Brendon shut his eyes tightly before he rubbing his fingers over them, an exhausted sigh leaving his lips.

He knew that Dallon was right; this was something that needed to be dealt with very soon. How exactly he would deal with it, he didn't know. The last time you and him had seen each other, things did no go well at all.

Brendon was aware that him storming off of the bus wasn't an ideal way to react but when Josh walked in, he knew that if he didn't remove himself from the bus immediately, he would've done something rash. He wouldn't have regretted it – Josh took you from him – but for your sake, he refrained from any violence.

For now.

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