Groaning, Keely rubbed her temples with the ends of her delicate fingers. Her eyes felt like watering as she stared at computer screen, why in the hell did she have to know the probability of getting a heart of jacks from a deck of cards? She was a bloody musician, not a gambler.

And even if she decided she wanted to be a gambler she'd make an awful one, she thought absently, cupping her chin in her hands as she continued to stare at the screen blankly. It was only brought to her attention during their latest poker game what a full house and a flush was, apparently Seth was the better teacher out of the trio of boys. She'd given up early on in that game, playing her guitar casually while she watched them play, well, mostly watched Seth play.

"What's wrong with you?"

Without so much as looking up from the screen, Keely rubbed one of her hands wearily across her forehead, answering Colton, "Math sucks."

"Sucks what?"

"I'm not answering that," she responded evenly.

Laughter burst out from the couch where she knew for a fact the three were sitting, finishing watching some hockey game.

What really was not pleasing was that Keely had to take her final exams for school on her laptop on a tour bus and had no time to study at all. She and Seth had boarded themselves in a studio for another day, then there had been a concert she had to play and they were back on the road. She was still yet to sleep and her mind was beginning to feel fuzzy. Not to mention that it was oddly cold in the bus, she thought as she rubbed her hands together, hoping to cause friction.

At that point she would have been happy to watch the hockey game with those boys, quite used to the fact she'd hear things that could make her grandmother cry when in the company of those three. As much as sports might bore her, it was a giant step up from doing math. Odd since when she'd been living in Bellingham she'd have hidden in her room to do her math homework instead of watch a game with her dad and Joe. It was probably just because she was doing an exam... yes, that was what she was going with.

At the sound of a body dropping onto the bench seat on the other side of the table, Keely didn't even glance over the top of her computer. "I'm still mad at you guys."

"What for this time?"

When it was certified that the voice belonged to Seth, her eyes flickered upwards momentarily. He was sitting sideways on the seat so his legs could stretch across the bench, his back braced against the wall of the bus. He was rubbing a hand over his exhausted eyes, one of his elbows propped on the table while the other was leaning against the back of the seat.

Bringing her gaze back down to the screen, Keely stared glumly at the math problem in front of her with the four possible answer. She knew enough probability that she had a twenty five percent chance if she guessed. "I'm pissed that you idiots tied my bra to the antenna of the bus while we were driving and the paparazzi took pictures, so now my bra is on the cover of half the tabloids in the country."

"Oh, that one."

"Yeah, that..." her voice trailed as suspicions settled in and her chin jerked up, eyes narrowing on him. "That one? What else have you guys done?"

That mischievous grin she was getting rather used to lit on his face, making the gold shine in his eyes as he looked to her. "Nothing at all," he replied far too innocently.

She just arched a incredulous eyebrow at him while Seth shoved himself up to a sitting position, and leaning his forearms against the table as he looked her straight in the eyes. When her expression didn't change, he snorted, digging into the pocket of hoodie to pull up a bag. Holding it in his hand, he tipped the opening of the little bag towards her, asking, "Forgiveness?"

Rolling her eyes as a smile tugged on the edges of her mouth, Keely reached out, snatching a fuzzy peach from the bag he was offering. Yes, maybe she gave in quickly, but it was Seth, had it been any of the other boys, she wouldn't have folded so quickly. But he looked tired and she was beginning to notice the few hours of sleep he'd catch each night more and more. Plus when he grinned like that, it was hard for her to stay mad.

"So what's so hard that you look as if you're going to punch your computer?" he asked conversationally, taking a candy as well.

"Math," she grumbled, looking back at the screen, much too tired to think of anything else. It was her last exam, and then she was done high school for good, no more classes online of in person. It might only be getting close to Christmas, but she'd only taken the courses that would allow her to graduate, there was no reason to do anymore, she knew what she was going to do.

Leaning her chin into her palm, Keely told him conversationally, "You know, I used to be good at this."

"Hm?"

"School, I used to be good at all this crap. I had perfect grades, I helped out for the school, I was a cheerleader, I could tell you something about math at that time. Now I think I might jump out of the bus if I had to retake a course."

Seth gave a disbelieving short laugh, "You were a cheerleader?"

Looking back up, Keely sent him a withering glare. "That's all you took out of that whole little rant of mine?"

Smirking, he leaned forward slightly, making Keely shift forward to him unconsciously so their faces were close across the table. Thoughtlessly, her teeth closed lightly on her bottom lip. "Were you drunk the whole time?" he whispered.

Laughing loudly, Keely reached up, shoving his face away before falling back into her seat. "Do you know anything about probability?"

"If you have four multiple choice answers you have a twenty five percent chance if you guess," he answered promptly before shrugging and swinging around, going back to his original position stretched out across the booth, closing his eyes.

Shaking her head, Keely began to tap her hand on the table, pulling her arm in tightly across her stomach. It was feeling rather cold. "Let me guess, in high school you were good at writing and music?"

"Not really, I didn't really go that much."

"Why am I not surprised?" she murmured, looking back at the laptop. But a shiver racked through her body, making Keely rub her hands up and down her chilly arms. "Why is it so freaking cold?" she asked, giving another quiver.

"I don't know," Seth replied, his eyes snapping upon as he looked around them with a considering frown on his face. "It is colder than normal, isn't it?"

Her gaze had gone back to him unconsciously, and it wasn't until their eyes met and he sent her a small grin, the edge of his mouth tipping up, that Keely realized she'd been staring. Blinking, she focused her eyes back on the computer, she was getting much too easily distracted these days. "Go away," she ordered, hugging her arms closely around her against the brisk air as she stretched out her leg beneath the table, giving him a pointed prod in the leg with her toe. "I need to do an exam," she explained.

She didn't look up because she was afraid she wouldn't look back down. Especially if he was smiling at her with that dimple, giving her that crooked grin, looking at her seriously, scowling, just looking at her or even staring up at the ceiling. Nobody needed to tell her that she was becoming quite pathetic these days.

Even when she heard a sigh come from his side of the table then the almost silent creak that sounded as he shoved himself up. No, she was quite determined to keep staring at the bloody question that was beginning to look like Russian to her. She always wanted to go to Russia. Would she have to learn some Russian if she ever did a show there?

The absentminded thoughts were cut off abruptly when she felt a thick fabric fall over her shoulders, covering the comfortable if not too warm ballerina sweater that fell over her shoulders. Instantly she looked side to side, finding that it was the grey hoodie she'd seen just moments before on Seth. Going back on her previous determined thoughts, Keely tipped her chin upwards, sending him a quizzical glance.

"You're cold, and I'm going," he told her, holding up his hands before turning away from the booth.

With a smile playing on the edges of her mouth, she watched him move back to his spot on the couch. And as he did so, Marco stuck out his leg in hopes of tripping him, but Seth just hopped over the leg, snatching up a pillow from the couch and shoving it in his friend's face.

"No suffocating each other, boys," she ordered, forcing on her best impression of bored motherly tone.

"What did I have to do with this?!" exclaimed Colton, mockingly insulted as he pointed at the two boys beside him. Thankfully Seth had dropped the pillow by that time and was dropping into his spot, meaning Marco would not be smothered tonight. "It was them!"

Rolling her eyes, Keely watched as all three of them focused onto the hockey game again, Marco holding the bag of twizzlers because of his vantage point in the middle.

For better or worse, that was her family at the moment.

Those three boys who were endlessly doing something stupid together, and if their latest didn't involve playing yet another joke on her, they were dragging her along with them. They'd been bored in a hotel a couple days before, and through a rather random turn of events, had managed to flood Marco and Seth's room.

Yes, those boys were it, at least for now. Those boys who could finish each others' sentences without a glance or rattle of quotes at the same moment. It was almost eerie how well they knew each other at points, but oddly never made her feel awkward while with them as she'd always best friends did to outsiders.

But of course her eyes fell onto Seth as she tugged his sweater tighter around her shoulders, breathing in his scent shamefully if inconspicuously. His hair was rumpled carelessly, giving him a style that most worked for, but he simply rolled out of bed looking like. He'd shoved the sleeves up of that long sleeved black shirt he was wearing, and out of the four buttons the shirt possessed at the top, he'd left three open casually, showing an appealing amount of chest.

It should have been obvious to her a long time ago, the feelings that had been steadily building inside her since the first time they'd written a song together. He'd understood a part of her no one close to her had as much as acknowledged before, and what they'd made had been beautiful. Then the feelings that he was too good for Rachael, the clenching feeling in her stomach when she moved close and that odd flip flop her heart always did when he got closer than she expected. Yes, it should have been obvious long before.

Even when they hadn't been speaking it should have been apparent. Because why else would she have gotten so angry? She'd never even stayed furious at Tony that long when he'd cheated on her. Had it been Marco or Colton, she wouldn't have stopped talking to them. Yes, she would have been angry at them, but not enough to put a halt on their relationship. But it was Seth, not them. He easily brought out the best and the worst in her, and that at the very least had been apparent to her for a long time.

She had issues, Keely decided, feeling a blush work its way onto her cheeks as she turned back to the computer without seeing it.

He happened to be her producer as well as writing partner, not to mention they were sharing a tour bus, those were thoughts she shouldn't be entertaining, even for a moment. Bands like Fleetwood Mac and Richard and Linda Thompson were enough of an example.

It didn't matter that he was ridiculously good looking even when he was glaring about something, those were places people should just not go, The White Stripes being one of the few exceptions of bands that had been able to go on after a break up even though that band had broken up as well. You let chemistry into music to a point, but if you let it overflow, the chemical reaction will just explode and destroy everything that you've built. She didn't have to make the mistake in real life to know what the results were.

So it didn't matter that her heart skipped a beat when he was too close, that her music was so much better when he was there, that she shivered when he whispered and that he could make her laugh a second after annoying her... right? It was a crush that she was sure more than half the girls in the country had had at one point or another. Just a silly school girl crush... right?

"How many questions do you have left?"

Jumping at the abrupt sound of the Marco's voice interrupting her scattered, and slightly panicked, thoughts, Keely felt her cheeks flush even deeper. What was wrong with her lately? She never blushed this much. But she managed to answer evenly all the same, "Four."

"And are you pretty sure that you've managed to pass this exam already?" cut in Colton. She couldn't help but shake her head, those boys didn't even need to talk to know what the other was going to ask.

"Yup."

"Abba," announced Seth.

That had her eyebrows drawing together in confusion as she glanced up. "Huh? What does Abba have to do with my math exam?"

With a roll of his eyes, Seth looked towards her, a grin quirking up the corners of his mouth. "Not the band, rebel, they're pretty wide far and spread, but not that much. Abba as in, A-B-B-A, that was my go to pattern in school."

Ignoring the fact that C and D should have been used by him at one point, Keely looked back to the computer, tapping her fingers upon the calculator sitting on the table. Her thoughts stayed with the same probability question that had been playing games with her mind for a mere few seconds before she was glancing out the window, pondering what time they would be getting to the next show, because if it was soon enough, she could sleep in a real bed instead of the bunk until it was time for the concert.

Groaning she reigned her thoughts back in, the lack of sleep playing havoc with her already short attention span, looking back to the screen. After a moment of deliberation, she hastily pressed in the sequence of a-b-b-a before slamming shut the laptop. Even if she had been able to focus her mind long enough, she wouldn't have gotten the questions right anyways, at least that's what she was telling herself.

With that she found a smile spreading across her mouth as she looked up at the boys, proclaiming, "And I've graduated high school. Well, I will have once they find out that I passed that exam... But for all intensive purposes, I'm a high school graduate."

"That makes three of us then," responded Marco, not so much as looking away from the television as he bit on a twizzler.

That just begged the question, "Which of you didn't graduate?"

Without saying a word, Colton mimicked the shape of a gun with his hand, shooting it around Marco so his finger pointed straight at Seth.

Her eyebrows flew up as her eyes flicked to him. "You didn't graduate?" she asked incredulously. There were a lot of things she'd considered Seth doing, not all of them complimentary, but she'd never actually thought he would drop out of high school. He obviously wasn't exactly the school type, she remembered his slip about juvie, but she'd just never considered that option.

But when she looked at him, there was none of that devilish charm that came with his crooked smiles or that warmth when his eyes shined gold. No, there was none of that. It was as if a mask had fallen over his face, showing nothing but that sarcastic smirk that turned on his mouth, it looked more than false in her opinion. "Nope," he answered simply, quirking an eyebrow in her direction before looking back to the television.

His eyes looked sad again, she thought, chewing on her lip. And he did, that non-existent mask still on his face, but his eyes were dark again. Making those shadows beneath his eyes look more prominent before.

"Okay, I'm going to bed," Keely announced, shoving up from the booth.

"Not going to bed mad are we?" asked Colton, pursing his lips jokingly up at her. "Because that's not good, for any of us."

Rolling her eyes, Keely just slapped him on the back of the head as she moved past, making Marco laugh loudly, but that only earned him the same treatment from Colton. "Thanks," she murmured, slipping off the sweater and pressing it into Seth's hands.

He just smiled up at her, taking the sweater, yet the expression didn't reach his eyes.

Sighing, she moved back to the bunks, grabbing her habitual pyjamas of a baggy concert shirt and plaid shorts. It was just a crush, right?

But when she climbed clumsily up into her bunk, she couldn't help but send a glance his way while sinking into the blankets, shivering slightly at the chill that was hanging around them. He had that blank expression on his face, his eyes staring at the hockey game even though it looked as if they were years away in the darkness she hadn't seen in a long time. Out of all the guys in the world she could've met, why was it him?

Groaning at her thoughts, Keely wrapped the blankets tightly around her body that was gathering a fast layer of cold across it, she buried her face in her pillow. It wasn't as if she chose this was her last thought as she drifted deeply into sleep, the beauty of being on the road allowing you to sleep in any place or any position.

Yet Keely's sleep didn't last very long.

She woke up with her head aching and an odd frozen sensation across her cheeks.

Coming out of her sleep induced stupor, she pulled a face, attempting to rid herself of that strange feeling. But it only took moments for Keely to realize it wasn't the effect of her cheek falling asleep, but pure and simple cold attacking her exposed skin.

Shivering violently, she pushed herself deeper into the blankets, covering herself entirely. But that was of no use, the blanket doing nothing to hold in the heat.

Deciding her current course of action was pointless, she peeped her head out of the top of her frosty cocoon, sending her gaze over to the bunk across from her to see if Marco was sleeping. However his bed was empty. Frowning, Keely dragged herself to the edge of the bunk, peeking over to find that Seth's bunk was void of human presence as well, and when she looked to the one beneath her, she found the same conclusion.

A glance to where they'd been sitting when she'd fallen to sleep just gave her more disappointment.

What the-

"We were wondering how long it would take you to wake up."

Her head hastily swivelled to the sound of Marco's voice, the other edge of the bus with its couch that followed the curvature of the bus. And she found three boys, all sitting cross legged, blankets and sweaters bundled about them on the couch.

"What are you guys doing?" she asked, her teeth chattering together as she asked the question, forcing Keely to drag the blanket closer around her shoulders as she peeped her head out of the bunk.

"Keeping warm."

At any other time she might have rolled her eyes, but it seemed like to much effort in the frigid air. "I mean, why aren't you guys sleeping?"

"Too cold," Colton told her simply, wrapping a scarf around his neck.

All too much in agreement with that statement, she slipped out of the bunk, hastily grabbing the hoodie of Seth's she'd worn earlier from his bunk and pulling it on, not even embarrassed of her actions for a moment. Keely also dragged on a pair of sweatpants over her shorts before grabbing her blankets and making her way to them.

"Why didn't you guys wake me up?" she asked, shuddering obviously as she wrapped her blanket tightly around her. Hastily she threw herself onto the couch beside Seth, dragging her knees up to her chest and pulling the cover about herself tightly.

"We were hoping you could sleep through it," answered Seth.

Quivering, Keely pulled the back of the blanket up over her head, noticing the grey toque that Seth had covering his hair, causing messy black locks to stick out from beneath it, Colton wearing a baseball cap and Marco with his hood. As she looked at them, she caught the movement of the bottle being passed from Colton to Seth.

Without so much of a pause, he tipped the bottle back, drinking straight from the long neck before offering it to her. "Something to keep you a bit warm?"

Not even bothering to hesitate she hastily took the bottle, sending a quick glance to the label to see Old No. 7 as her finger wrapped around the chilly square glass and she took a deep gulp. She sputter slightly, but handed it back to Seth.

The bottle made it's way from the boy beside her, to Colton and then finally to Marco before making it's way back.

"So that's the brilliant idea of staying warm?" Keely asked.

Seth shrugged, not wincing as he took a swing and handing it to her. "Do you have a better idea?"

Realizing that she couldn't fight with that, she just followed his action before sending the bottle back down the line. "So why is it so cold?"

"Dave says the heater's broken," answered Marco just as he got possession of the bottle.

That got another shudder from her, half from the cold that's fingers were tugging against her blanket and the thought. They were driving through North Dakota in December, that was not the place where you wanted the heater in your car to tap out.

"And Marco had the brilliant idea to open a window to see how cold it was outside," Seth said sarcastically, but only loud enough for her ears.

Snorting Keely just burrowed deeper into her blanket.

Moments, minutes or maybe hours passed slowly with little talking, apparently everyone in agreement for quiet. Which in itself was odd, she didn't think she'd ever heard the bus this quiet unless the boys were all asleep at the same time. But it appeared the piercing chill that had invaded their bus was enough for them to fall into silence, their only movements their chests moving up and down as they passed the steadily emptying bottle between them.

It wasn't until Seth passed the bottle back to her more quickly than the pattern she'd gotten used to that Keely peeked around him. Just to find that Colton had fallen asleep, his head on Marco's shoulder as the other boy had his head leaned back, his mouth wide open as he too slept.

"Apparently it's warm enough they could sleep," Keely murmured, sipping from the bottle and nodding to the two boys.

Seth just made a grunting sound in the back of his throat, taking the bottle back.

Feeling curiosity well up in her stomach, she shifted so she was looking at him as he took a gulp from the whiskey. With the other boys dead asleep on his side, it felt like the best time she could talk to him when they were in the bus. The only times they seemed to be completely alone anymore was in the studio.

"Why didn't you finish high school?" she asked, her voice in a hushed whisper.

He gave an unamused laugh, handing her back the bottle. "Going to give me a speech about my education now, rebel?"

"No," she replied calmly, automatically taking a deep swallow. Her head was feeling a bit light, but Keely knew she was far from drunk or at the very least she still had her mind about her. "I just want to know. I get that you obviously didn't care too much for it, but you're one of the smartest people that I know," Keely told him honestly.

He smirked, taking his turn with the bottle, "Was that a compliment?"

Finding that she couldn't find it in herself to be annoyed at the arrogant tone when his eyes were looking so dejected in the darkness of the bus, Keely just sighed. "It's just the truth, you're the best writer I've ever met, you can talk intelligently about anything if you care enough to, you read all these books you brought with you on tour and in every city you buy more, I've never met someone who knew more about music and you're probably the most talented person I've ever met. So why didn't you finish?"

Seth sighed, looking straight forward causing odd shadows to pass over his face. Without passing it to her first, he took an enormous gulp from the bottle and rubbed a hand across his forehead wearily. "I'm a nowhere man."

"Seth-" she began.

But he just cut her off. "No, Keely, just because it's a song doesn't mean it's not true."

Chewing on her lip as she looked over to him, she tugged the blanket around her more tightly. "I know, but I don't believe it." Before he could retort, Keely hurried repeated, "So why didn't you finish high school?"

With yet another sigh, he finished off what was left of the whiskey, but replied all the same. "I dropped out just one or two months into grade eleven, it wasn't really my thing anyways, I was never good at listening when I was stuck inside a classroom, it was boring. I got a job working construction full time instead, until Maureen found us that is."

Horrified her eyes dropped down to his hands. Just the thought of him using those on a construction sight caused her stomach to jerk radically, because she could remember how many times her father had come home from the job site with painful accidents, almost all of them to do with his hands. A memorable one of him shooting a nail through his hand stuck out in her mind poignantly. What would have happened had Seth been careless for one second, a nail through the hand or a hammer to a finger, would he be able to play the guitar the way he did?

"Got your fill yet?" Seth asked, dragging her from her panicky thoughts.

Giving a little laugh in the back of her throat, Keely dropped her head against the couch, looking up at him. Getting information from him was harder than listening to Haley's CD collection, annoying and painful at times, and she also knew well by now when she wasn't going to get anything else from him.

"Not in the slightest," she answered, closing her eyes hopefully.

"Where are you going?"

Almost guiltily, Keely turned on her heel like thief caught in the act to see Marco looking at her with an eyebrow raised. Shrugging and attempting to look innocent, she pushed her hands into her pockets, rocking back on her heels. "Out?" she suggested.

"Since when do you not stick around for our set?" asked he in mock hurt, covering his heart with his hands. "Is going back to the tour bus more exciting than us?"

Rolling her eyes she took a step towards him, giving him a shove on the shoulder, careful not to touch the bass he had in his hands. He was far from protective as his guitars as Seth, but she knew very well that the boy would somehow use it against her. "I'm not going back to the tour bus, it's still freaking cold in there!"

"Then where are you going?" he asked, slipping the guitar strap over his shoulder.

Glancing around him, she could see Seth and Colton already standing beside the stage. Not wanting to keep him longer than needed, she answered, "I was actually going to go into the crowd... it's been so long since I got to watch a concert like normal."

Her words had an incredulous expression swelling on his face as he looked back up. "You sure that's smart, Keel?"

Biting on her lip, she gave another shrug. In fact she was sure it probably wasn't the best idea in the world, it wasn't long since they'd been swarmed getting off the bus by fans, it was rather alarming. But she just couldn't help herself. "I changed my clothes," she offered, "I put up my hair and I'm going to put on my hood. I could wear sunglasses, but I'm really not a Corey Hart fan."

"If you start a riot, you're dealing with it on your own," Marco informed her, taking a step back as his name was called.

Shaking her head, Keely turned away, pulling on the hood of her black sweater over her bright hood. She could hear Seth introducing NSR to the stage, to the very loud explosion of noise as she made her way through the halls to where she knew could take her out to the floor. Then came the sounds of their song that was still number one on the Billboard charts at that moment, their habitual opening song for the tour, it also happened to be one of the songs she and Seth had written together back in New York.

Sadly the sound began to fade while she took turns she wasn't exactly sure about, but eventually the music was getting louder again. Following the sound of the tricky drums with the slick bass and unrelenting lead guitar, Keely felt a smile work its way onto her mouth as she saw the light at the end of the tunnel.

By the time she was immersing herself in the crowd, the song had ended however, leaving her with the screaming fans as the only sound while Seth switched his guitar.

Feeling that going where the crowd had concentrated and was jumping up and down at the front of the stage would be a terrible idea when you paired the fact these people obviously knew who she was - they'd been screaming for her just a half an hour before - and her natural clumsiness, she instead held back. Smoothly making her way into the middle of the floor, allowing her a perfect view of the stage.

Smiling, she crossed her arms, her eyes glued on the stage despite the screeching around her. Yes, she'd gotten to see the boys play more than she could count already, but usually that was practice or a sound check, and when she did see them on stage, it was always from the back. It was a totally different experience being immersed in a crowd that obviously adored the music, or at least the boys, Keely could feel the excitement pulsing along her skin.

Wiping his forearm over his forehead and making his arms flex appealingly as he made his way up to the microphone, the girls around her started to scream even louder. Feeling her eyes narrow, she looked at the crowd about her, glaring particularly harsh at the girl's who were staring at Seth adoringly, Keely had to shake herself. She was feeling jealous? The feeling in itself was incredibly foolish, Seth had never so much as met these girls, she shouldn't be feeling so possessive over him, it wasn't as if he belonged to her.

Just because they shared the most important thing in her life in writing, playing, composing and recording; didn't mean that she had any hold over him. And who was she to say that he wasn't the same way with every girl off the street as he was with her?

The thoughts were pushed to the back of her mind when Seth began speaking with that voice that sent shivers up her spine.

"Hey guys," he said easily confident in front of the surging crowd as he fixed the strap of the guitar more comfortably over his shoulder. "We're going to slow it down a bit-" Keely's eyes narrowed, she'd helped make the set list for this show with them, sitting on Colton's bed in his hotel room, the other boys spread about the room with her, and this was supposed to be another loud song from their album, one with grunge and psychedelic influences. "-this is a song by a Scottish band called Travis, and we hope you like it."

Even though the violin wasn't there to start off the song, Keely recognized it the moment Colton played the first drums of the song. A sigh escaped her lips as she watched.

"I can't sleep tonight

Everybody saying everything's alright

Still I can't close my eyes

I'm seeing a tunnel at the end of all these lights

Sunny days

Where have you gone?

I get the strangest feeling you belong

Why does it always rain on me?

Is it because I lied when I was seventeen?

Why does it always rain on me?

Even when the sun is shining

I can't avoid the lightning

I can't stand myself

I'm being held up by an invisible man

Still life on a shelf when

I got my mind on something else

Sunny days

Where have you gone?

I get the strangest feeling you belong

Why does it always rain on me?

Is it because I lied when I was seventeen?

Why does it always rain on me?

Even when the sun is shining

I can't avoid the lightning

Oh, where did the blue skies go?

And why is it raining so?

It's so cold

I can't sleep tonight

Everybody's saying everything's all right

Still I can't close my eyes

I'm seeing a tunnel at the end of the lights

Sunny days

Where have you gone?

I get the strangest feeling you belong

Why does it always rain on me?

Is it because I lied when I was seventeen?

Even when the sun is shining

I can't avoid the lightning

Oh, where did the blue skies go?

And why is it raining so?

It's so cold

Why does it always rain on me?

Why does it always rain on...."

Maybe it was because she was spending far too much time over thinking everything to do with that boy, but Keely could hear the honesty and emotion ringing through the song with every note he sang in a softer voice than normal and every chord he played.

And she could clearly remember his words from what felt like lifetimes ago, "I haven't known why I've done a single thing since I was seventeen years old."

It felt as if there was something tugging at her chest as she watched them.

He definitely was not getting happier.

In fact, he was as sad as she remembered when she'd first taken notice back in New York. In the time that had passed she'd though that depression that hid in his eyes was going backing away, she could have sworn that it had lessened before the tour started. Although she couldn't give any guess to his feelings when they hadn't been speaking, she'd been doing her best to ignore him altogether. Even when they'd started speaking again he hadn't been jumping up and down as he walked down the streets, but it hadn't been this apparent.

Yes, he was definitely getting worse.

The question was; why?

- Not quite as long as these chapters have been lately, but whatever. Hope you liked it!

Anyways, advice - yes, my little advice paragraph is back, you know you missed it! Because my helpful advice such as don't walk around corners was so much help to every single one of you! I wish sarcasm was easier to translate in writing, ah well.

Getting back to the point, advice. Go listen to the Jack White cover of Love Is Blindness, I just heard it today, it's INCREDIBLE!!!! But I was always a White Stripes fan too, love Jack White... I'm going to put it in the external link so you'll go and listen to it. He gives it a blues-rock sound opposed to the original U2 version. Yes, I'm in love with it right now. I advise you go to the Rolling Stone website instead though and listen to that version, because that's my favorite version that I could find!

I guess I have two things of advice. Do not let your sexy neighbor talk you into letting him teach you about cars. Because no matter how hot he looks as a grease monkey, it's sooooooo boring. I'm quite happy to go back to where he'd just look after my piece of shit car - I need a new one desperately. I just have no interest! I'm happy to go back to where I'd sit with him while he worked on his motorcyle and I'd get to choose the music while I alternated between reading my latest book or drooling over him.

Yeah, that ego shooting STRAIGHT up now.

My moose is a stuffie by the way lmao. I wonder if anyone remembers that.

YOUR PANTS!!!!! THAT'S RIGHT! I SAID IT, YOUR PANTS JULIA!

Okay, it is rather early for my latest uploads, only 3:51 in the morning, but I'm still ready to go to sleep. Once again, I really hoped you liked this chapter!