•Lost• (Palaye Royale X Fan)

•Chapter Sixteen•

Morgan started sing and as she did the piercing painful blood boiling screech allowed the audience to flee in fright away from her friends that was palaye. "You're the worse singer ever!" Cried Remington turning his back leaving only his shadow behind him. His brothers followed him off stage as Morgan began to cry she reached out for them but she was going in slow motion she tried to call for them but no words left her throat she could only see a laughing hooded figure in the corner of the stage, hunched over as if watching her like prey....she sat up and smacked her head on the bunker top "Fricking hell.."Morgan rubbed her head. She had had the worst dream ever, she wasnt one to be disturbed by disturbing dreams but this one made her skin crawl and chilled her to the bone especially when the co star of her nightmare was the mysterious hooded figure that continued to make a reappearance throughout the second night upon her idols tour bus. Reminding herself of that,Morgan was able to relax and was about to draw the curtains when another hand was already their "Morgan are you okay I heard you curse luv, what happened" it was Remington, he had clearly been up for a while as he was already dressed up in his pre-show look before makeup. "I didnt over sleep did I?" Morgan was too insecure in the mornings especially when she still felt like a stranger. "No no..." he chuckled, "you're fine"
"Oh good," she replied rubbing her head some more at the pain as it finally began to vanish, "you're actually up early, Seb and I went for a run, care to join us as You're awake?"
"Of course," she explained not wanting to turn down an offer to be with Remington. Remington began to walk downstairs past the sleeping crew to the round table were Seb was, Mirgan began to descend her isolated bunk. However, the challenge was much harder than it looked when she ascended. Her 5"2 self was no match, she kinda needed help and called for Remington in an audible whisper before be disappeared on the stairwell. "Yes?" He politely questioned, but didn't need the photographer to answer as he could see the struggle she was in, he didnt mind one bit helping the cluts known as Morgan, it was properly for the best, he rather enjoyed it, it made him feel fuzzy. He shook off the feeling as he allowed Morgan to grip his shoulder and use him as a rail to descend, Remington predicted the next move as her feet hit the floor she stumbled over Remingtons and began to fall once again. The moment however, seemed to go in slow motion. Like earlier when Morgan was reaching for Remington she seed that she was doing the same again as she was falling to the ground. But both encounters represented different emotion. Morgan agreed to herself that she rather feel this than the nightmare she had been sucked into when unconscious. The fall was finally broken as Remingtons muscular arms wrapped around Morgans torso once again, "you're making a habit of this parent you" Remington eyed her,
"I'm sorry, I really am I'm suck a cluts and idiot I..."
"Dont be silly, I was teasing, just dont fall when I'm not around" he smirked. Somethins was definitely forming, a relationship? A friendship? A sibling blood brother pact? The pair was foreign was love like this but they both kept in mind the warm feelings thay occured when they were together. Who knows what could happen?

"Come now Sebastian the crab awaits" Remington joked and lead the way descending down the narrow bus stairs to the table. Seating, Sebastian greeted the day and Morgan and blessed her with a cup of tea and coffee, one of each. "I didnt know what you'd prefer so I made both, I hope to make the right one tomorrow" Sebastian remarked, it made Morgan so happy that she had this opportunity and was apart of such people and family, all her life she had been basically a loner and when she finally decided to leave everything and pursue her dream to the camp, regardless of other events, nothing could have gone better. "I prefer either but coffee wakes me up in the mornings," she beamed a thank you smile towards Sebastian and passed the tea to Remington knowing full well he'd drink whatever if it was made by someone else. "If you rise this early perhaps a run together some time?" Sebastian asked
"Of course, but you'd have to be my alarm clock if you want be up earlier than this time, what is the time?" She asked, leaving the question in the air to the pair. "10.30am," replied Remington eying his phone. Not entirely early but early enough after that long night that the others had prior. "We should wake Emerson so we he has the opportunity to get his pancakes from McDonalds. It's quite close to this venue!" Explained Sebastian to Remington. He nodded in reply and went up together to grab their brother. After a few minutes and some noises of groans echoing the bus the boys appeared, Austin too. "Care to join us for breakfast?" The group asked. "No thank you guys, you head out alone"
Morgan replied politely, remembering the lack of money she possessed. Remington actually looked disappointed but through those expressions aside quickly when Morgan insisted it was okay. With that the testosterone group fled the confines of the bus leaving the sleeping staff and manager upstairs and Morgan alone at the table. She collected her camera bag from one of the many shelfs that lined the lower floor and retrieved the small laptop and began to edit last night's photographs, leaving her thoughts to spiral between Remington, coffee, pancakes, photos and her nightmare of the hooded figure...