•Lost• (Palaye Royale X Fan)

•Chapter Eight•

What would you expect to see inside your idols tour bus? Perhaps you think it would be full of trash and energy drinks with music instruments in every corner. For palaye royale, that was the opposite to what you found on their bus. It was neat I'll give you that but it stank....of testosterone. DiScUsTiNg (...Joking).

The high levels of testosterone completely alienated Morgan's oestrogen giving her the title of outcast as soon as her noir sneakers stepped up onto the bus, following Sebastian who entered first, leading the way. Although she had secretly fangirled and imagined about this happening, as soon as she entered the lounge area, her face was painted crimson. Possibly the same shade as the Pallette Royale's signature colour. The room filled with silence and all eyes were on the only female on the bus. Clearly everyone had gathered in the lounge area for an announcement, the boys and crew members bodies tangled around eachother as they squished around the round table at the centre of the room. Soon after Morgan noticed this; Sebastian jumped into the pile, snaking his way inbetween Daniel and Emerson. He succeeded. All that was left standing was Morgan. Her anxiety started to skyrocket. Was she not meant to follow Sebastian all the way inside the bus? Was she only meant to stay on the steps? Was she even allowed on the bus? Did she just imagine Sebastians offer and follow his creepily up here? The room seemed to start to spin and the walls began to laugh. Fortunately, she kept herself calm.

Morgans questions were soon answered as a tap on her shoulder sent a volt of electricity through her nervous system turning her around in a blink of an eye. The boney finger belonged to the vampire. "So you accepted my offer I see." He proclaimed.
"I did, thank you." Morgan replied sincerely.
"I wouldn't of let you refuse you know. No way was I...was we allowing you to sleep on that bench whilst we slept in here within a 3 minute walk away from you with duvet and warmth and all that. No way" at this point the boys began to mutter in agreement. "Well thank you...thank All of you" Morgan explained, turning on her heels - but alas, as she did so her right angle got twisted amongst her sneaker laces and she tripped, heading directly for Austin's laptop on the edge of the table. Everything seemed to fade black as Morgan tightly closed her eyes in embarrassment. Her fall seeming to last for minutes....until suddenly.....a tight pull broke her fall like a snap of a crocodile. Remington had grabbed onto her hoodie and stopped her from falling further. Morgan was very embarrassed but even more thankful than before.

Eventually, Morgan had introduced herself to the tour manager and the crew and boys. Remington shared a few thoughts and further introduced her. Everyone agreed to help me. And Remington gave up his bed.

Morgan was shattered like a vase when Remington began collecting his things from the tiny shelf inside his bunk. "There you go: pillow, duvet, light. All set. Anything else I can get you?" Remington asked politely. "No thank you. You've done so much already, you've given me a place to stay. I couldn't ask for anymore!" Morgan proclaimed quietly.
"Nonsense, whatever you need I'm the bunker opposite, the one labelled 'Luis'," he pointed out. Even though Remington didn't need to, the bunk was about the width of a single bed away from Morgan. "Thank you again...." awkwardness began to bubble. The decision to hug Remington was a shifting weight from scale to scale in Morgan's mind. Eventually she decided to hug him goodnight quickly. Remington was shocked but soon embraced it until she pulled away. He then noticed a tear in Morgan's hoodie from earlier. "Oh shoot, that's my fault one second," Remington cried desepesring down the stairs leaving Morgan in a whirlwind of confusion and letting her overthinking thoughts cloud her judgment.  All was clear when the singer returned with a plastic bag. " here you go. It's yours," without a moment to waste Morgan tore into the bag revealing a large black merch hoodie replacing the one Remington tore to brake her fall. Instead of pressing on how grateful she was and couldn't ask for anymore Morgan replied simply and casually: "Thank you Remington. Goodnight,". Remington turned away and gathered his clothes - walking to the bathroom to change and wipe away his makeup.

Morgan had only the clothes she was wearing and a few items and personal belongings in her bag. Her case was left on the coach to the Camp she once was heading too. tears filled her eyes but she quickly wiped them away with the sleeve of her new hoodie trying to think only of the good that Palaye had done for her since. Morgan then crawled into the bunk and snuggled down, falling fast asleep. Dreaming of all the possibly horrors or romances to come...