You Don't Care About Us.

You Got Flowers In Your Hair.

"I'm just saying that if you don't make a move, I will. I'm sick and tired of taking a responsibility that I wouldn't be experiencing. I mean, I love the kid to bits, but honestly I'm not her mother. I'm not her caretaker, babysitter, or whatever. I shouldn't be expected to look after her every time."

The man sighed, he understood her part. The child's mother was irresponsible and a druggie. Despite what Emilia has been saying the past ten minutes, Daniel believes that she is the best thing that has ever happened to the child, who sat at the bar coloring while the mother was no where to be seen. "I understand, but this child needs a great role model, at least for right now. Imagine her being Frances Bean, her mother may as well be Courtney and you Rosemary. You are the stability figure, the-"

"I get it! Okay, I do but still, this shouldn't be happening. If she knows she can't carry for a child then why have one? Why have other people take care of the child when it's not their responsibility. It's.. it's... unfair! Too the child! Especially the child!" She rubbed her face in a frustrated manor.

Daniel bit his lip, knowing she was correct. He looked over to the child to make sure she was okay. The little girl looked over and smiled widely. She got a piece of paper and jumped down from the tall seat. Her little bare feet ran towards the sound booth where him and Emilia sat.

"Look! I drew a cat!!" She held it up to Daniel, proud of her little creation. He smiled at her, encouraging her confidence, "what do you think?!" She happily asked.

He looked at it again. Small erased cat marks were spread around the paper and in the middle a ginger figure sat. "It's fantastic! Wow, you are just like the next Picasso, this is one to be framed, right Emilia?" He nudged her, she smiled.

"Wait, you drew this?" She asked the little girl who enthusiastically nodded, "You're kidding me right? I thought this was out of the art museum! You're so talented, little one!!" She held the paper and taped it on to the top of the table.

"Thank you." The little girl blushed. She turned and scurried off to continue drawing.

Both Emilia and Daniel had forgotten her name. They heard it once, but after that they decided on 'Little One' when they couldn't remember the name. The little girl didn't seem to mind the nickname either way.

"Shit, I gotta go. Brian wanted to eat dinner before I leave tonight. I'll see you later, hopefully by the time I'm back her mother has sense knocked back into her."

"You better pray! Don't have to much fun!" Danny yelled after her.

Back at Emilia's apartment, Brian scrambled around to get everything ready. He had ordered food instead of cooking a meal because he knew he wasn't the best when it came to making lasagna.

"Brian you seriously need to sit and calm down. She's probably already on the way!"

"I know Stefan, but this time she's REALLY gonna meet you guys and that's.... that's like meeting my parents."

"And has she?"

"No, that's why I'm freaking out."

His tall friend shrugged, "It went alright at the airport. How will this be any different?"

Brian groaned, "This has to be perfect. If you don't get along, how the fuck do you think it'll be during tour?" He ran his fingers through his clean hair, "I shouldn't of requested her to be our sound engineer. It was a bad idea and now she's going to hate me and ignore me on the bus. Oh fuck, fuck, fuck! I fucking ruined it!"

He threw himself on the couch.

"Honest," Stefan said standing in front of him, "shut up and stop freaking out. Steve is already did of her, right Steve?"

They both looked over at their drummer, who sat quietly on the other side of the living room. "Yes, what Stefan said." He said nodding.

Both other members scoffed, knowing that he wasn't even focusing on the situation. "Just stop your brain. It's gonna go swell."

Just as Brian was going to respond, the was a screeching noise outside Brian's home. He looked at his tall friend with wide eyes. Stefan rolled his eyes and slapped Brian, making him gasp.

Emilia thanked the driver and walked towards the burgundy building. Quickly, Brian ran to the white for and opened it before Emilia had the chance to get out her spare key.

"MILLY!" Brian exclaimed, "I REGRET THIS! KINDA! BUT NOT YOU! JUST MY LACK OF THINKING THROUGH!!"

Emilia giggled and looked at Brian, checking him out. "You didn't buy another house, did you?" She tried to move past him to go inside, but he permitted it. She raised an eyebrow at him, "excuse me?"

Brian froze not knowing what to do. They stood there a few more seconds before Stefan made the difficult decision Brian tried to decide in his head.

"Hello, beauty. We met again." Stefan smiled at her. She smiled back, "Hey handsome, I didn't think we'd meet again so soon!"

"I wasn't planning on it." Murmured Brian. Stefan hit his head, walking past him and into the arms of Emilia.

"Let's go inside, there's something important that needs to be discussed." Stefan said leading her into the warm place.

She noticed how clean the place looked. There was no dirty socks, no cigarette buds scattered on the floor, the ashtray was cleaned and the coffee table was spotless. Steve, who was now sitting on the counter, smiled at her. "Hello, beautiful. Nice to see you again."

Emilia blushed, ignoring Brian's groan behind her, "Likewise, Stephen, is it?" Stefan hit Brian again as he snickered. Emilia felt bad after realizing her mistake. Steve patted her hand that seconds ago covered her red mouth and kindly smiled. "It's Steve. S-t-e-v-e, I know how alike those are. No worries, Brian's just being an ass because he's a nervous wreck."

She nodded, retreating her hand into her pockets once Steve let go. She turned to look at her sweaty friend. "So..?" She said with a raised eyebrow, "what's the question?"
Both men nudged the singer, daring him to speak. Emilia looked between all of them, then continued to sigh and roll her eyes, "listen, I have to leave in a few to leave for the airport. So spit out what you have to say or tell me when I'm countries away. You call."

Brian closed his eyes before murmmering out a few sentences. "I requested you to be out sound technician. That means you are going to share a bus with us manly men... I... I feel bad for not asking you if that's alright. I just saw the opportunity and took it."

Emilia thought it over, grinning, "Well golly goo, I'm gonna be tapped by incredibly attractive men in one bus?" She said. She rested an arm in her forehead and held onto the couch near by, "oh God, what ever shall I do?"

Brian snickered, shoving her shoulder, rolling his eyes, "And you say I'm the drama queen," he watched her expressions, trying to find any flash of negativity. "So, this is okay? You're cool with being with us for 3 while months or so?"

She nodded rapidly, "of course! It'll be like a... a... 70's sleep over!"

"See, nothing to worry about. Let's hurry so that we won't be late to the airport!" Exclaimed Stefan. The guys went to the kitchen to start eating. Brian watched as Emilia walked away from him and towards his friends.

"Yea, a 70's sleep over with see through sleeping gowns, flowers on your hair, and alcoholic beverages." He sighed, admiring her art form.

"A 70's dream."