Calum:
The sound of Short Stack was loud in the small bunk area of the bus while the boys were hurrying around to pack out their stuff from their luggage, Michael standing in his bunk while making weird guitar movements in excitement. "Shouldn't you be packing out?" Calum questioned while folding out his pants, looking over his shoulder to see the bleached haired boy shake his head in disagreement. "This is the first day of tour! It's gonna be a fucking blast!" "Whatever you say." Calum chuckled while shaking his head by Michael's excitement. Of course he was excited too. But it had been a rough morning. Saying goodbye was never something Calum was fond of. Reaching his hand down to grab clothes of the left side of his suitcase he lifted his eyebrow in confuse when he touched something harsh. Digging into the middle of it he pulled out a small jar of jam but it was empty and filled with different notes instead. "What's that?" Ashton chirped in interested. "I have no idea." Calum mumbled and opened one of them. Attached to the jar was direction to the colors. Pink included memories, red included reasons to love and the lilac was future dates. "Y/N must have put it into my suitcase when I was peeing or something." He mumbled and decided to take out a red one. "I want you to be happy. And naked." "Well isn't that just cute... And maybe a little bit erotic?" Ashton commented with a smile while reading over Ashton's shoulder. Rolling his eyes by the comment he hurried towards the back of the bus, wanting to read the rest of the notes. "Don't read them all at once Hood you need to keep them up for 5 months!" .
Michael:
A frustrated groan left Michael's lips as he leaned his head against the seat of his chair, his legs crowded against the seat in front of him and his lips parting as he tried to stay calm. The noise from the airplane was getting so annoying he could barely take it anymore. He was so used to this sound, hearing it at least ten times a month but this was horrible and it was far too much now. The earbuds that he always used for his IPhone clearly weren't helping like they always would. He could barely hear the music over the engines and even on the highest volume it couldn't block it out. Deciding to switch them out with another pair in his bag he leaned down to grab it by his feet and zipped it open. Roaming through the huge pile of stuff he had brought along curiosity hit his mind the second he touched something unfamiliar. Lifting up the paper he furrowed his eyebrows confused and took a look. "You grew on me the way Yersinia enterocolitica grows on spoiled bacon." "What in the serious fuck, Y/N?" He questioned to himself but with a huge smile on his lips. Moving his bag up to his lap he roamed through it, his eyes widening when he noticed the whole bottom of it filled with notes. "She didn't." He almost giggled to himself and shook his head but smiled brightly. Taking out a few ones he read them all inside his head but stopped when Calum nudged his shoulder. "What's that?" He questioned confused but interested. "Just something to keep me going the next few months." Michael sighed with a huge smile embracing his face and placed one of them in his pocket, the noise from the airplane completely fainting out now.
