The bus lurched forward and I groaned. My back hit the baseboard, and I guess that's what I for having a 'sleeping-the-wrong-way' habit.

I got out of the bed compartment, running my neck and back, walked over to a couch and laid down. One if the digital clocks on the counter read 4:19. I sighed quietly, knowing I wasn't going to back to bed anytime soon.

The time changes were messing with my sleep, even though it's only a two or three-hour difference. It's 4:19 Columbus time, but 2:19 Portland time, and 5:19 Florida time.

I unlocked my phone and opened Twitter. My timeline was filled with the photos from the concert, and funny memes.

I retweeted a few and laughed quietly to myself. I saw one girl retweet a Q/A thing, and I got a funny idea.

'@haydensdoubt

Tweet me questions. I'll try to answer a lot, but if I don't, I probably fell asleep.

#askhaydenanything'

After I posted it, my notifications bar was filled with questions, and I picked a random one, scrolling up and down.

'@haydensdoubt what's your fav twenty one pilots sing'

I was guessing sing meant song and I smiled. I quoted the tweet, and

'@haydensdoubt:

From every album? I really like Doubt (lol), The Run and Go, March to the Sea, and Clear.'

I did the random selection process again and picked a question.

'@haydensdoubt are you dating Josh or what? if you aren't I will'

I frowned a bit a the question, having to answer it, regardless.

'@haydensdoubt:

Yep... Don't you all read Joshes tweets?'

I felt my eyes starting to droop, and sleep was taking over again.

'@haydensdoubt

Getting sleepy, sorry I only answered a few. I'm just really tired.'

I turned off my phone, and fell asleep on the couch, laying on my back, my left arm hanging off the couch.

***

I woke up, sunlight hurting my eyes. I groaned loudly and yawned. I felt a shooting pain in my right shoulder and winced.

"You aren't going to hurt today, sir. Not today." I frowned, poking it a bit. I got up, trying to stretch my arm.

I looked back at the clock, and it said 8:16 AM. I smiled and opened a cabinet. I took some cocoa Rice Krispies out of it and ate it out of the box.

I opened my phone and went into Instagram. I had a funny idea, and walked over to Joshes bed, hoping he was asleep and made sure my flash was off.

He was asleep, and I took a photo. I giggled a bit, and tagging Josh. I made a funny caption, saying, 'He was still asleep, and I felt a little mean today. Keeping this one.'

A rush of likes happened, and I turned my phone off. I realized I was walking around the bus with only a Twenty One Pilots shirt with the bars of Ride and Doubt and a small pair of longblack boxers on.

I pulled the shirt down and covered my underwear.

I crawled back into my small sleeping compartment and grabbed a new shirt and a pair of pants. It was a pair of bright orange basketball shorts, and once again, a new Twenty One Pilots shirt.

Whoopdedo.

I changed in the small bathroom we had in the bus, and brushed my teeth for probably more than 2 minutes. I stopped when I saw red in my spit, and wiped my mouth with toilet paper.

I looked into the small mirror in the washroom, and sighed. The bags under my eyes were getting really noticeable from all the lack of sleep I was getting.

I didn't bring any makeup with me because my mom told me I look pretty without it. All I needed to do was correctly present myself.

I hopped off the bus, and started to walk off in the blistering Florida weather, having a hot day free to myself.

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