Will and I were cuddling on the leather couch when I heard the driver curse, and the door open.

"I'm okay, now," I heard Zac say.

"Are you sure? You really scared me," Daphne replied.

Will and I exchanged looks as Daphne and Zac came through the front curtain.

"I'm telling you, Daph, I'm probably just tired from the show tonight," he comforted her.

"What's going on," I asked.

"Nothing, I'm okay. I just got a little faint over on their bus, but I'm okay now," Zac said.

"Are you sure?" she asked.

"I'm positive, Daph. So why don't you go on back, and get some rest. You have another show tomorrow."

"Okay. 'Night Zac," she said kissing him on the lips.

Will winked at me as they kissed. I winked back, and we headed for Tay's bunk to do a little kissing ourselves.

*          *          *          *          *

Daphne raced back towards her bus, and I walked back to my bunk. Tay and Will escaped to his bunk. My mind had already started to clear, and the images had already begun to fade. I tried probing around a bit to see if I could find them again repeating every word that had led the memories to come flooding back. If you could call them memories, but why would I forget stuff about Will? Even if I did, wouldn't everyone else still remember?

"Hey, Zac. Remember me?" I looked up to see a very familiar face. I sat there for a few seconds trying to put a name to the face. Finally, it dawned on me.

"Daphne?!?" I exclaimed in absolute shock.

"You remembered my name this time. Good job!"

That's not right, I thought. I know that happened, but that's not right. When have I ever forgotten Daphne? Why did I have to struggle a bit to remember her?

"You remembered my name this time. Good job!"

What the fuck? When did I ever forget her name? I had never forgotten her name. Never ... or did I? I struggled to remember. I remember Jammer telling us he had something to tell us, and then I remembered being really out of it. Come to think of it, that was the beginning of Tay's depression, but why? What happened?

"My head hurts," I mumbled rubbing my temples.

"I think we're all just tired," Ike replied laying a hand on my shoulder, "because my head hurts too."

"Hey," I heard come from behind me.

We all looked back to see a pretty brunette girl standing there with a huge smile. She was very familiar, but I couldn't place her. Then again I don't always have the best memory. Ike seemed to recognize her though.

"Hi," Ike replied.

Tay said nothing. He looked almost ... depressed. Why is he depressed?

"Waz up, guys?"

"Hard day," Ike answered.

"Yeah, we're just going to go back to our hotel," Tay whispered.

I continued to rub my temples. The girl looked a bit concerned.

"Zac, you alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine, uh ..." I stopped realizing I had forgotten her name.

"Daphne," she answered.

"Oh, yeah, sorry, Daph," I replied about to hit myself as my head cleared up a bit.

Daphne! My heart ached as I saw the slightly hurt look in her eyes when she had noticed that I had forgotten her name. How could I ever forget Daphne or her name, I thought, but at that moment I felt like I was forgetting someone else, too. Why was Taylor crying?

Who had I forgotten? The memory disappeared, a pain shot through my head, and tears stung my eyes. I closed my eyes and tried to concentrate. I remembered a bright light, and a lot of whispers. I remember being with my family, Jammer, and some one else. Who else was there? A moan came from no where breaking my concentration. My eyes snapped open. What was I just thinking about?

"I need some rest," I mumbled as the bus started up, and the sound of moaning faded away.

*          *          *          *          *

"Are you sure you're comfortable?" he whispered.

"Doing it here?" I asked as he slid over against the wall of the bunk.

"Yeah, I mean," he chuckled a little.

"Nah," I smirked as the bus roared to life and maintained a faint idle.

"What are you laughing at?" he grinned as I hiked myself up into the bunk.

"I feel like we're in that movie "Some Like It Hot," I grinned.

"Weren't they drag queens or something," he laughed.

"No, they were in a jazz band, and they dressed as girls and were hiding out from some one, the mob or something, I can't remember," I exclaimed as I slid off my boxers and began to wrestle with my beater.

"But they weren't gay," he smirked as he pulled off his shirt.

"No, but they shared a bunk in a train with Marilyn Monroe," I grinned.

"Oh, ok," he laughed still looking confused.

"Did they have the hots for her," he asked as I felt his bare hip slide up against mine.

"Oh yeah, that's why I started laughing because she got in the bunk with them in this train," I grinned turning to face him the dim yellow light over our head casting a romantic glow around us.

"Ok, well you be Marilyn, I'll be the guys," he laughed tickling me on the side.

"You'll be both guys," I gasped in mock horror.

"Well, if you want we can take turns being Marilyn, but Tay I don't look good as a blonde," he laughed as he nuzzled my neck.

Before I could answer he slid up on top of me and began to kiss me. I gasped slightly and pulled him tight as I heard someone walk past the bunk. The curtain moved slightly, I glared at him to be still. I got quiet and glanced at the curtain. The foot steps faded out towards the front of the bus.

"Who was that?" he whispered into my ear so quietly I almost couldn't hear him.

"Hell if I know, Ike and Zac don't walk like that, and mom and dad are asleep," I replied.

"Ashley," he asked.

"No, he's on the crew bus tonight," I said still staring at the curtain.

"Well they're gone now," he murmured into my ear as he began to push my knees out to my sides.

"I God," I gasped as he licked at my neck. His hips dropping between my legs.

"Think this will work, there's not a lot of space in here I breathed heavy.

"I'm pretty sure we can manage," he grinned as he spit into his hand and lowered it beneath the covers.

"Oh," I almost gasped as he covered my mouth with his.

I felt my eyes squeeze shut as he pushed in.

"Real bad angle," I groaned quietly into his mouth.

"Hmm," he said looking into my eyes.

"Bad angle, this is hurting," I groaned.

"More than usual," he asked with concern.

"Oh yeah, a lot," I grunted.

"Here," he said as he maneuvered more and pushed my knees up to my shoulders the tops of my feet brushing the roof of the bunk. He spread my knees further apart and press them down closer to my shoulders and moved against me again looking at me for a reaction.

I smiled.

"Better eh," he giggled.

"Oh-my-God," I whispered as he began to pick up speed.

"I'll take that as a yes," he whispered kissing my mouth.

That familiar sensation started to build deep with in me when I heard footsteps again. My heart leapt into my throat just as I realized who it was.

"Tay, I whoa," Zac whispered loudly, almost snapping the curtain shut as fast as he pulled it open.

"Zac," I almost hissed at him.

"Sorry," we heard Zac mumble from the other side of the curtain.

"Hold on a second," I growled as I pulled the covers back up over myself and Will.

"Ok," I sighed throwing my head back into the pillow.

"Uh," Zac peered in sheepishly.

"Whoa, sorry man," he apologized as he realized Will was still inside me.

"I didn't know Will was staying in tonight, but uh, yeah so I came to let you know that chick you saw was here, and oh yeah you two are really making a buncha noise," he said with a really dull look on his face.

"What woman?" I asked.

"That one Will said he saw in Florida, the redheaded chick, in the suit, I saw her a little while ago outside," Zac continued.

"That's odd," I commented looking off in the distance trying to understand why she'd be here too.

"So, uh yeah knock off all the noise in here or something, cause I can hear you plain as day," Zac finished.

Will covered his mouth.

"Noise," I asked in shock, I was positive I had kept my groans and moaning to a dead minimum. Even Will had been almost silent.

"Yeah, you're feet and shit hitting the roof of the bunk," he explained.

I almost laughed.

"Oh," I replied blushing.

"Yeah, not like you two were groaning or anything, but I can tell when you two are getting close 'cause your feet start thumping faster," he smirked.

"Ok, well, scat, so we can finish," Will smiled breaking his silence.

"Look who's alive, I thought you were lost in 'fuck' mode," Zac laughed.

"Zac, geeze," I laughed.

"I'm concentrating ok, stop laughing," Will said as sweat dropped off his face.

"Oh," I realized my internal muscles flexed when I laughed.

"Ok, you two fuck happy rabbits get it over with before mom or dad gets up for water, and see you two butt burglars churning butter in here," Zac said pulling the curtain shut.

I struggled not to laugh as I saw that look wash over Will's face.

"Fuck me," I growled quietly, which he started to do before I could finish saying it.

I bit my tongue as he hit me with all he had, I knew it wouldn't take but a minute before I shot all over myself.


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