I sat in front of the television, and rubbed my hands together. Talk of the Paris attacks were still all over the news, and it didn't seem like it would change.

Tyler and Josh were still a bit in shock, that they performed there the night beforehand, and it still shook them.

Tyler and Jenna went back to bed, even though it was 11 in the morning. I already got a couple calls from Kaythen and my dad, asking if I was okay, and if the boys were okay.

I was okay, but I wasn't too sure about the boys, and how they were feeling. They were most likely exhausted, and stressed out.

I lay down on the sofa, and took out my phone, and went onto Twitter, my preferred social media.

'@haydensdoubt:

I swear I'm okay, I don't know about the boys.'

I sent that out, and I get a few replies, and I directed my attention to the ceiling, quite bored. I started to make shapes out of the little dots, acting childish.

I fell asleep quite quickly, not even realizing I was that tired, myself.

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