A/N: Are you seeing that gif?? Don't let anyone tell you Michael is anything less than perfect. That goes for the rest of the boys too, they are all perfect.

Also, before we get into the book I'd like to mention I can't do a character ask without questions. I'm sorry but it doesn't really work like that. I have questions from one person who I'd like to thank for being the first(: (and the only so far)

P.S. I've been told to commit mass murder by @lmaotp if no one asks questions I'm not even joking. She's so sweet xD

"....that I could wake up with amnesia

And forget about the stupid little things

Like the way it felt to fall asleep next to you

And the memories I never can escape." The singing brings me out of my slumber, the voice was soft and sent a chill down my spine.

And not a good chill. 

The kind that makes your hair stand on end at the back of your neck. The kind that makes you want to shiver.

 "'Cause I'm not fine at all." The person sang in a quiet dreary voice, it was definitely not sung in the way it was intended to be sang. I would have gone back to sleep, assuming that Ashton was watching a horror movie that involving extremely creepy little girls that would sing haunting songs at the worst parts.

But seeing as it was our song, I could hear Ashton snoring and I recognized the voice, there's no way I'll be sleeping now.

Certainly sounds like she could be some creepy murderer that sings to her victims before killing them.

Like a lullaby....

I need to stop over thinking thing, Jane's not a murderer. There's probably a perfectly good explanation for this.

She could be baking cookies! No, we're on a moving bus.

She's probably just singing along to it while she listens to music! Although more likely, she's not even singing it properly.

I turn over, adjusting the curtain to see outside of my bunk.

I probably won't even see anything because nothings going on.

Just to fuck with me, my eyes adjusted to the darkness to reveal a hunched over figure slinking across the ground.

Patrick goes over a bump and a streetlight briefly flashes through a window, reflecting off something in Jane's hand.

Could that be....? No way.

Why the hell is she carrying around a spoon.

A car drives passed and the headlights illuminate the entire scene.

The real question is, how could I mistake a sharp ass knife for a spoon?

Why does Jane have a knife?

Why is Jane sneaking around?

Inquiring minds want to know.

Thank god that weirdo is gone tomorrow. Next stop, Texas.

"No, I'm really not fine at all." It literally sounds like she tried to force the words out through her teeth.

She grips the edge of a bunk's curtain with a shaking hand, taking a deep breath she whips the curtain open and wields the knife at..... Nothing.

Why? Because Calum isn't in his bed. He's in my bed, next to me.

Which means I should be her next stop. I turn around as the realization seems to dawn on her, without making it too obvious that I'm awake, I groan and throw an arm over Calum and do my best to shield his body with mine.

The sacrifices I make for this boy, unbelievable.

More like ungrateful.

Shut up Michael, your constant blunt truthfulness never helps. Not to mention you suck, so your argument's invalid.

You suck dick.

Once again, your blunt truth is not needed.

Once again, you suck dick.

Did I fucking ask you?

Nope.

Then shut the hell up Boy Scout.

You should be like, a motivational speaker or something....

I can't deal with this!

The metallic clink of my curtain hooks hitting off one another sounds behind me and my brain goes on hyper alert.

"Aw hell, he screws everything up! I was sure he was the little spoon to!" Jane seethes quietly, I can feel her eyes burning holes in my back.

You thought wrong, twat.

"What does that say?" She whispers to herself, a bright light follows a series of ruffling.

She turned on her flashlight.

"D-A-T. Dat?" She mumbles confused.

I resist the urge to facepalm, because one, she doesn't get it and two, I'm actually wearing those shorts.

Apparently I am incapable of putting on basic clothing such as, boxers.

"I'll just have to wait." Jane sighs, pulling the curtain closed with more force then necessary.

I release the breath I didn't know I was holding, searching my brain for something that makes me calmer. I need sleep.

Singing helps, without thinking I begin whispering the lyrics into Calum's ear.

"I'm bringing sexy back,

them other boys don't know how to act,

I think your so special, what's behind your back?

So turn around, I'll pick up the slack."

I hear the sounds of Jane sliding back into bed.

She wants to get him aloe so she can kill him.

And that's the story of how I became a clingy bitch....

A/N: Oops, this is short but I kinda wanted to update and tell you guys (in a sarcastic way) that character asks require you to ask questions.... 

Not that I mind deleting it, I just kinda thought it could be fun for all of us(=

Anyway, have a lovely day?