Linkin Park One Shots

Boo!

Mike and Chester headed into the tour bus together to meet up with the rest of the band before they start heading to their first destination for their tour. They were currently traveling through America, the tour purely based on reliving their first album, Hybrid Theory. They had all agreed that this tour was needed, as their fans kept demanding on music that sounded like the album that brought them their fame, but they did not want to create music they've already made before. But the love they had for their first album was intense and decided they'd dig up the tour bus they used for their first big tour back in 2000 and tour their home country.

The bus had been locked in storage for a couple years, only being used by some of their managers. They were meant to sell the bus, but whenever they did, it was returned almost immediately with some strange excuse on how it was a mistake to buy it, but the band thought nothing of it. It still felt the same way when they walked in, the old band posters still on the walls to make them feel more at home. They had bunk-beds in the bus and underneath, a place to keep their shoes. The papers with their nicknames on the beds were still exactly the same and hadn't moved in the slightest. The only difference is the extra tape to keep them down. 

The sheets had been changed, but that was to be expected. The band couldn't imagine sleeping in the same sheets they had when they were younger, they were probably extremely musty and might've been stolen by someone who had owned the bus previously. 

"How's it feel to be back?" Mike asked Chester in his best impersonation of an interviewer. Chester smirked, but played along.

"It feels great. Hey, when you print this in your magazine, could you add something inspirational after that? Thanks," Chester giggled and Mike rolled his eyes.

"Alright, enough playing. Hey, your shoes are still here!" Mike suddenly noticed, pointing at the near two dozen pairs of shoes under Chester's bunk bed.

"Weird, I thought I took them out of the bus," Chester laughed and went to inspect them. He found a pair of short, black boots and grinned. "Hey, I remember these! I was looking for them when we were moving into the new bus! Actually, now that I think of it, I couldn't find any of my shoes when we moved. I thought you guys tossed them so I couldn't crowd the bus with more shoes."

"Hey, my posters!" Rob exclaimed when he stepped into the bus. He scrunched his face into an expression of confusion, looking at the only two who were currently on the bus. "Did you guys take them and then put them back up just now? I couldn't find them when I was packing my stuff."

"No?" Mike replied uncertainly and figured something strange was going on. 

"Honey, I'm home!" Brad called when he entered the bus and Chester, Mike, and Rob rolled their eyes at the same time. He came towards the others and grinned, putting an arm around Chester and playfully kissing his cheek. 

"Welcome home, dear," Chester grinned and Brad hugged each of them tightly. 

"We haven't toured in forever, this one's going to be great! I'm actually excited to play the old songs and live in this bus again, though it's more cramped than I remember..." Brad trailed off, looking at the remaining space, which wasn't much. "How are we supposed to fit Phoenix and Joe in here?"

"Well, we'll fold Rob in half and stick him in with our bags underneath," Mike joked considering how tall Rob is. 

"I'm here, please, hold the applause," Joe smirked as he walked in, but he paused and looked around. "Um... Rob, how old are you? You put your posters back up?"

"No, I swear I didn't! I thought Mike and Chester took them," Rob frowned and Joe shrugged, coming into the room. The Led Zeppelin and Metallica posters pushed to the back of his mind already, until he noticed all twenty pairs of shoes under Chester's bed.