"So, since y'all are polyamorous, does that mean I can get in with her?" Mike kidded as he slipped into one of the seats next to the tour bus table.  They both were in the 'dining' section of the rv, splayed out on the black leather couches.

Layne snapped a cool look at his best friend.  "Don't even joke about that, man."

Mike couldn't help but to laugh.  "Geeeesh," he moaned out.  He squirmed in the pocket of his pants for a little bit before he pulled out his bag of green.  He unzipped the lock bag, sliding out a pre-rolled joint.  "You want some of this spliff?  Sounds like you need something to calm the FUCK down."

"I'd need something stronger than that," Layne grunted back. 

Mike shot him a worried glance, but before he could question the blonde, Sean slid into the couch next to him.

"I wish we were going to Guam," Sean cried out dramatically.  Layne bit back a smirk as he shared a look with Mike.  "I love them Guamies...  they're easy as fuck—"

"Oh, really?" Demri intruded from the bedroom down the hall.  Her tiny body slid out from the doorway, revealing that she only had on her underwear.  In her hands was a pair of faded high-waisted jeans.

Sean's face twisted with anxiety.  "Yeah..."

"Damn, I wouldn't mind tasting the local cuisine there," she went on.  A grin creased her face when Sean started laughing.  She quickly pulled on her pants, not giving a damn that she was still in her bra when she slid onto the couch and sat right next to Mike.  She played with her long locks of hair, her grin over taking her pretty face when mike passed her the joint.

"I like your outfit," Layne commented snidely.  He bit his lip when she blew the smoke in his direction.

"You should take a hit, it'll chill you out," she teased.  When she passed the weed to him, she couldn't help herself but to giggle.  He had pissed off scribbled all over his thin face, his long locks of dirty blonde hair covering more than half of his face.

A grimace stretched along his face when Demri reached over and messed up his hair.  He slapped her hand away from it.  "What the hell, don't mess up my do."

"You should chop it off." She slurred out.  She still had that mischievous little smirk, eyeing his thin body down and watching him as he took a quick tiny hit from the spliff before passing it to Sean.  "It'll cool you down."

"Literally," Jerry commented from the front of the bus.  He cackled when he caught mike jumping from his seat.

"What the fuck, you fucking ninja!" Mike exclaimed.  He smiled when he over heard Demri giggling.  "I thought you were still outside with Susan..."

Jerry tapped into the section of the bus where they all resided.  He broke the circle, taking the joint from Mike.  "I was outside.  And now I'm inside."

"In and out and in and out," Demri cooed, motioning her index finger into her other hand that she had shaped like a hole.  Another giggle sputtered from her when Layne turned to glare at her like she was stupid.

He tilted his head at her, swiping a few locks of hair off of his shoulder.  "Are you ten?"

"If I was, you'd be a pedophile," she spat back.  She titled her head mockingly back at him, raising a brow.  "Are you a pedo?  Daddy?"

Mike broke down laughing.  "What the fuck, Demri, you're insane," he squeaked.

"Hey, Like they say, the freaky ones are the best in bed," she went on.  She started laughing with mike when Layne's face started to turn beet red.

Before he could say anything, Susan slid into the tour bus with the driver and a couple of their security guards.  She spoke with them for a while, explaining to them that they were first going to play locally before branching out around the states.  She broke down everything, telling them exactly what time they need to set up for rehearsal and the time that they'll actually perform.

The bus rattled and muffled a low hum when the driver turned the key in the ignition. They all chilled out, cracking jokes at one another as they enjoyed the ride down town.

Layne kept his eye on Demri. Even though her flirty attitude towards his band mates irked him, he couldn't help but to smile. The giddiness that steamed off of her was contagious. He hadn't seen her this happy and goofy in weeks.

When they arrived at their destination, Demri helped them set up. She even tried to help Sean carry in his drum set, which made them all crack up. She could barely lift up the equipment, her tiny 100 pound body stumbling a little every time she tried.

"Dem, just chill back stage...we got it," Layne told her, wrapping a thin arm around her and directing her towards the back.

She flexed a thin arm at him, pointing at her sad excuse for a bicep. "But look at these guns! I'm like a mini she-hulk."

Layne rolled his eyes. "Come on, I'll come back there with you..." he said in a low whisper as he leaned in and kissed her. "I gotta head back there, too. Need something to chill me out, if you catch my drift."

Demri knew exactly what he was talking about. She gripped his large hand firmly, tugging him to the back room. Layne quickly locked the door behind him when they entered the back stage room. He pulled out a small balloon and a small torn square sheet of foil with a straw.  Before he could even say anything, Demri quickly took the paraphernalia from him and free-based the tar.

"Thank fucking god," she moaned out after taking her hit. Her eyes relaxed in their sockets as she sunk down deeper into the chair next to him. She watched him as he quickly took his own. "How are you gonna get through the show on it...?"

"Mike brought some blow," he answered her after taking another hit. He leaned back, scratching at his brow. "Plus you'd be surprised the kind of shit our fans bring us."

This peaked demri's interest. "Oh really?"

"Drugs galore," Layne giggled. He flinched when he heard the door knob jiggle. Mike's voice sounded through the crack of the door.

"What are you guys doing in there?" His deep voice called out, muffled from the wood that stood between them.

Layne slid to the door and opened it, urgently pulling him inside. He didn't have to say anything when he caught Demri free-basing. The brunette quickly sat down next to her.

"Shit, how much did you guys bring?" Mike muttered. An excited smile took over his face when Demri generously passed him the foil and straw.

"Not enough," Layne moaned out. "We have another bag... We plan on getting some more after the show..."

Mike furrowed a worry brow at him after taking the hit. He set the paraphernalia down on the table. "How much have you guys been doing lately...?"

"Not enough." Layne repeated.

The bassist bit his lip. He was about to say more until they all heard the sound of the door knob turning. Demri quickly swiped the foil and empty ballon into the pocket of her dark plaid flannel.

Jerry slid into the room, a beer clenched firmly in his hand. "We gotta start rehearsal in the next ten minutes," he belted out. He stopped himself when he took in the strange aroma. "What's that smell...?"

Mike awkwardly yanked out his bag of weed. "We were toking it up."

"Well, that's some weird shit your smoking..."

"We'll head out in a few seconds, man," Layne interrupted, changing the subject. He lit up a cigarette and raised a brow at the tall blonde. "Gonna smoke a cig..."

Jerry rolled his eyes. "Whatever man. Just stop smoking whatever the hell you guys are smoking..." he eyed them all down. Worry encumbered him when he took in how high they all looked. It didn't look like the usual high you'd get from smoking green. It was different. "We gotta show to do... Susan will kill us if we fuck this up."

"Trust me, we know," Mike growled. He couldn't help but to grin when he saw Layne nod his head at him vigorously in agreement.

"Okay... Sean and I will be out on stage..." Jerry eyed them a moment longer before he finally slid back out the door.

Demri quickly lit a cigarette. She turned to the fridge and handed Layne a beer when he asked for one. A small, lazy smile was plastered on her face the entire time. She couldn't contain it...it happened every time they'd get high on opiates.

They talked about the bands they had toured with, Demri asking curious questions every once in a while. Their conversation was cut short, though, when Susan barged in to demand the two musicians to get up on stage. The band manager's irritation pleasantly amused Demri. She could never understand people like Susan—they were always so strict, so ridged. Demri knew Layne's band very well. They would never screw up a show—they were too respectful of their fans. So it was ridiculous to see a woman seem to ride their ass about it.

Demri followed them on stage, swaying with a beer in her hand to the music they were playing. A sense of pride overcame her when Layne started to sing. She still couldn't believe that her lover actually made it.

He was so successful and it made her so proud...

Yet jealous...

Throughout high school, she was expected to do something great with her life. Much like Layne is right now. She was popular and she always had modeling gigs. Now that she was in the real world, she had friends of course, but popularity didn't exist unless you were famous like Layne.

It was weird. Layne always had been the quiet one, the one who seemed to shy away from being the center of attention.

And here he was, in the limelight that Demri desperately craved to be in...