“Y/n! Brady! Breakfast! Come on!” Bernie shouted from the kitchen. You rolled over to find Brady laying still, his eyes shut. You picked up your phone and looked at the time. 6:45 a.m. it read. “Come on Brady. Wake up. We have to go eat, pick up the guys, get Timmy, and head out!” Brady put his finger over your lips. “shhhh. It’s too early.” He wailed. You went to the bathroom, put your clothes on, and went downstairs, only to find Brady already at the table. “How in the hell did you beat me down here?” “I’m a dude, we don’t have much to do in the mornings.” You both ate and went upstairs after you were finished. You watched Brady pack. “Do you think Timmy will like me?” you blurted out. “Whoa. Where did that come from?” “Well.. Its just.. I’m afraid he won’t.” Brady zipped up his bag and threw it next to yours. “Listen,” He sat down beside you, his hand on your knee, “Timmy will like you. You don’t need to worry. Now, let’s go get Clayton. He’s probably dying to see you.” You loaded up the van, also the trailer which contained all the boys instruments, and started for Claytons house. “There he is!” Brady shouted. Clayton made his way to the back of the van and loaded his bags in, quickly shutting the door and moving towards the front, to get a seat beside you. “Clayton! Give me a hug!” Clayton hugged you and began to search for his head phones. Next was to get Dalton. You pulled up into his driveway and he came out, loaded his bags, and got in the van also. “We can leave yet, Drew’s in there. He decided to stay with me last night.” Dalton shouted out the window at Drew, who eventually came trudging out of the house with his bags. “It’s too early for this shit.” Drew angrily got in the van, went to the back seat, and laid down. “He never was a morning person.” You laughed. In an hours’ time you arrived at the airport. You stayed in the van, moved closer to Clayton, and put your headphones in. You saw Brady and Timmy emerge from the airport doors. Brady threw Timmy’s things in the back. He was an attractive boy. You couldn’t take your eyes off him. Brady got in the front seat of the van, and Timmy got in beside you. “Timmy! Hey bro!” Drew hollered from the back. “Hey man! Good to see you! You too Clayton. Oh, I’m sorry, who’s this?” Brady turned around and gave you this ‘Calm-down-its-ok’ look. “Oh hi, I’m y/n” you said, your voice shaky. “Nice to meet you, I’m Timmy.” Clayton put his arm around you to show you comfort, after all, you didn’t mind. The boys were practically brothers to you. The van pulled out from the airport and you were officially off on tour.
