PAPARAZZI!1!1! (NOCO) {REWRITING.}

TEN, NOAH: Drama in the US!

For a Pessimist, I'm Pretty Optimistic
- Paramore

"Finally a bed to lay on!" Cody climbed up the ladder of the bunk bed. Rolling onto the bed and making himself at home."I call top bunk!" He said, peaking his head down to look at us. That big happy smile that I've gotten a little too used to.

"You're such a child." Justin rolled his eyes, sitting in the not very cushioned seats of the tour bus. "Well, it is a bed fit for a child, so-." Justin's mouth raised into a smirk, picking the dirt out of his nails.

Cody glared down at him. His eyebrows furrowed. His angry face slowly turning into a grin. "At least I don't have to cuddle up on Trent!" Cody said with a quick laugh. Laughing at his own puns before anyone else could.

Justin didn't give a response for a good few seconds before smirking once more.

"What's so bad about cuddling with him?" Justin asked, getting up out of the seat and walking off to the quote on quote master room of the RV. It's not really a room.. It's just a space over the front seats. A large queen sized bed with a ladder leading to the top.

Since Trent actually filled out the paperwork and stuff for the RV... he got to make the calls on getting the nice bed. And he chose Justin as his sleepover "buddy".

I, on the other hand, had to sleep on the table. It was a small booth like dining table that would fold out into a.. 'bed'. Definitely not comfortable.
I'll live though. I can just think of this as an all expenses paid vacation.

Harold pushed up his glasses, sitting on the edge of the lower bunk bed. His favorite blanket sitting across his lap, and his suitcase pushed under the bed. Already making himself comfortable.

"Why must you make everything so dirty?" He asked Justin, an almost disgusted look on his face. "Gosh, let's just go to sleep."

After folding out my "bed", I watched as they all made their ways to bed.
After a few minutes I heard Harold's deep snores.
I'm not gonna sleep a wink tonight.

...

I woke up in the middle of the night to an annoying and abrupt sound; my phone ringing.
A call I wasn't expecting and wasn't really wanting.

Emma had made the decision to call me. In the middle of the night.
Her whispered voice reminded me of a nice past.

A soft symphony that wanted to take me back in and make everything alright again.
"Noah.. When will you come back home?We need to talk about what happened."

I muttered out something, rubbing my eyes. Looking at the phone to ensure this wasn't a dream.
"I miss you babe. Come home." She said in her calm tone, one like a lullaby they used to put baby's to sleep.

I hung up the call.
I need to sleep.

...

Trent shook me awake, rushing me as if something were wrong.
"Man, this RV skinks! We need to stick to hotels!!" Trent said before crossing his arms. "We're gonna go get breakfast and then I need you to book us a room somewhere near here."

I sat up, letting out a loud groan.
Scratching my neck, I shrugged. Looking up at Trent. "Give me a minute to get ready and we can go. I can't promise you I'll find a better place than this."

Trent nodded, walking off to the small space with Cody and Harold's bunk beds. Screaming at them next to wake the hell up.

I slipped my red slippers onto my feet, grabbing my suitcase and walking off to the bathroom.

This isn't the first time they've done this. They've all spoiled themselves and are yet still convinced they're living the broke life.

I might be exaggerating but oh well.
After everyone tiredly got up and got ready, they decided to go to waffle house.. For some odd reason.

We had plenty of money to go somewhere nice but.. nope.. waffle house.

What am I gonna do about Emma?