GUYS. WE'RE. ALMOST. AT. 300. READS.
Laura POV:
When I wake up on the sofa bed, which I completely forgot to pull out, sunlight is streaming through the windows and onto my face. I slap a pillow over my eyes. It's too early. After about a half hour of trying to fall asleep, I hear movement in the bedroom, so I assume Dan's already awake. I hear faint 3 seconds chunks of videos, mostly music probably from his Twitter feed. I notice my orange bag on the floor and remember I brought my ukulele. I decide that it would be too loud for however early this is. I look at my phone, which is charging across the room. It has about 10 missed texts from Drew displayed on my lock screen. The time 9:34 AM. I scroll all the way to the bottom to read the texts in order.
Drew: Hello?
Drew: U there?
Drew: Oh god.
Drew: LAURA
Drew: I GET THE JOKE.
Drew: PLEASE ANSWER.
Drew: STOP DOING THIS.
The time of the texts being sentchanges from 1:46 to 7:10 this morning.
Drew: Hey
Drew: Sorry about last night
Drew: Did he take your phone?
Me: No.
Drew: She speaks!
Me: Im not in the mood
Drew: No apostrophe?
Me: ANDREW MCCLAIN
Drew: MrEoooWWW... sorry.
Drew: Whats your plan for the day?
Me: Just doing touristy things
Drew: TOURISTY
Me: We need to add that to our dictionary.
Drew: Touristy: How people act around a city that isn't their own.
Drew: When are you leaving for the UK?
Me: Tonight.
Drew: and back?
Me: The 6th
Drew: YOUR GOING TO MISS A WEEK OF SCHOOL
Me: *You're.
Drew: I get it, you could take every ELA quiz you'll ever take right now and get A's on all of them.
Me: lol no
Drew: Gtg. Nana always makes us leave the house for breakfast.
Me: BAiii
Drew: Okay... Whatever THAT was.
I lay on the couch wondering what to do. I hear footsteps from Dan's room, so I can tell he's definitely awake. He quickly emerges from his room.
"G'morning." He says. I notice he changed out of his cat pants and into black jeans. He's still wearing the Eraserhead tee he slept in. "There's a complimentary breakfast buffet, according to Kyle." He says.
"Cool cool." I reply, breaking my awkward focus on the ceiling.
"Did you sleep well?" He asks.
"Yeah." I lie, not actually feeling like talking about last night after the show.
"Good." He says, trying to figure out how to work the mini coffee machine in the kitchenette. (I think thats a word). I debate wether or not to compliment his singing voice. I decide I shouldn't because It's really random and off topic. There's a loud knock on the door.
"Dan! Get out here, quick! There's no line for the waffles!" A newly familiar voice says. Kyle.
"Save me a spot in the line!" Dan yells back.
"You can get dressed if you want. I'm sure there will be people there in their pajamas as well" He says, looking for his shoes. I dash over to my orange bag, re-remembering (there's that word again) that I have my ukulele, but grab a pair of blue jeans and a white shirt. I realize that I probably will never hear the end of Lana Del Ray hell and exchange the shirt for a red one signed by everyone in my class from last year (I'm in 6th grade) I run into the bathroom and throw my clothes on and remember I slept with my contacts in, so I can kinda see. They make my eyes itchy, so I'll take them out when when we get back. When I exit the bathroom, Dan's looking at his phone. I notice he's texting Ethan and Michael (because I'm nosy and he holds his phone to where it's easy to see). He's wearing black sneakers and I don't think he's noticed me. I go and pick up my phone and slide on my shoes. He notices I'm ready and picks up the hotel room key card.
"You ready?" He asks. I don't think he has his contacts in, so we're the cruddy vision crew.
"Yeah." I say.
"Grab your coat, we might be headed out after breakfast." He says, gesturing to an armchair with my jacket on it. I jump over to grab it and we finally go eat breakfast.
The second he shuts the door he asks "And you were going to tell me about the whole twin thing?" I rub the back of my neck.
"Oh yeah. He er... passed when he was a few months old." I say. "His name was Matthew." Dan looks hurt. "He had heart issues." I say. Why do I always keep talking and make things worse?
"I don't know how to react." Dan says. "But thanks for telling me. I like the name Matthew, by the way." There's a silence after that. We just walk down the unreasonably long hallway to breakfast. The waffle line is the longest line. A certain tall synth player flags us over. Dan joins him in line. I notice Woody, Will, Charlie, and a woman are sitting together eating breakfast with four spare seats. I grab some yogurt off a shelf and a muffin. I get some orange juice and notice Dan and Kyle are making their waffles. I wait by the cereal and notice Woody is talking to the woman, who I feel I can safely assume in his wife (due to his ring) casually pointing at me. I pretend I don't notice and sip my juice. Dan waves me over as he walks over to the table. I trot over, trying not to crash into anyone like a psychotic pinball. I take a seat on the end next to Dan and next to a wall. my side of the table (Dan, Charlie, and I) is completely silent other than the sound of chewing, while the other side (Kyle, Will, Woody, and Woody's wife) is laughing loudly, not even trying not to draw attention to themselves. Dan gently nudges me.
"By the way," He swallows a gulp of coffee "That's Woody's wife, Chrissy." He says quietly, gesturing across the table to her.
"Okay." I say, mimicking his volume. Throughout the entire breakfast, nobody asks for a picture or anything, which I hope is how it usually is.
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Lots of people are giving the amazing Charlie Barnes an unreasonable amount of hate for Blame, which I think is totally unnecessary and completely inappropriate. Charlie is an amazing amendment to Bastille and I think we should feel more than happy for him to be a touring member with our guys! Heck, I'd be *Overjoyed* if he became a permanent/ not only touring member of Bastille (and still worked as a solo artist, his solo stuff is the bomb).
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