A/N IF THIS CHAPTER'S FORMAT IS FUCKED UP FOR SOME REASON, ITS BECAUSE IM ON MOBILE AND IVE NEVER UPLOADED ON MOBILE BEFORE 😫 Don't hate me please!

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Later, right before Ricky leaves
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"Stay safe, okay?" Mykailla told Ricky quietly, looking up at him. "And keep everyone else safe, too.."

"We're always safe." Ricky smiled, and hugged Mykailla briefly. He kissed the top of her head, before pulling away. "I gotta go. I'll Skype you later?"

"Okay." Mykailla smiled slightly, as she opened the front door. "Bye, Rick."

"Bye, Mykailla."
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Ricky decided to call Chris, when the cab was almost to the venue.

"Hello?"

"Hey. It's Ricky."

"Oh! Hey! How'd the visit go?"

Ricky withheld a sigh. "I'll tell you when I get to the venue."

"Okay. And you still have a couple hours left. Where are you?"

"Almost there. Just--" Ricky asked the driver quietly, who answered him quietly. "Thanks. Chris, I'll be there in about an hour, hour and a half?"

"Sounds good. Also.. Uhm, you're in a good mood, right?"

Uh-oh.

"Yeah," Ricky hesitated. "Why?"

"No reason." Chris said, entirely too quickly.

Ricky frowned. "Chris, wha--"

"Gotta go! See you when you get here." And then he hung up.

Whatever you did, you better be prepared for the consequences. Ricky scowled at his phone.
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Ricky prepared himself for what he might find, as he slowly opened the bus door. He stuck his head in a bit, glancing around.

"Hey, Rick." Ryan said.

"Have fun?" Devin asked.

"How's Mykailla?" Vinny asked.

"Hi," Ricky blinked. Nothing seemed to be out of place. He entered the bus fully, making sure the door was closed tightly behind him. "I did have fun, and Mykailla is doing good. Uhm, where's Chris?"

"Right now? Hiding from you, I believe." Devin answered, looking amused.

Ricky frowned, looking around once more. "Why?... Do I want to know?"

"Just know, that none of us had anything to do with it." Ryan cut in.

Ricky scowled slightly. ".. Uh-huh.. Where is he?"

"Outside, I think.. With the techs, maybe." Devin said. Ricky just nodded, as he went to the bunk hall. "Prepare yourself!"

"What?" He asked, as he pulled his bunk curtain open.

Hell fucking no!

"Rick--"

"WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO MY BUNK?!"

There it is. "Ricky, I'm sure it'll all come off." Devin said.

Ricky dropped his bag, and his hands immediately went up to tug on his hair in frustration. "It's fucking-- It's glitter glue! All over the fucking thing! The mattress, too!"

Vinny stifled a laugh. This wasn't funny... Well, it wasn't supposed to be funny.

"Okay," Ryan said, standing up. He poked his head into the bunk hall. "Chris did not mean for it to get everywhere." Ricky's bunk was quite the mess, now. "... You okay?" He asked Ricky.

Ricky hesitated, before finally lowering his hands from his hair. He ran his hands down his face, sighing into them. ".. It's dry, right?"

"Yeah."

"Okay.. Well," He sighed again, and picked up his duffle bag. "I'll just have to deal with it, I guess." He slid his bag into the bunk.

"... Okay. What has you in such a forgiving mood?" Ryan was surprised.

"I'm still kinda.. Relaxed, from my visit with Micah and Mykailla, I guess." He shrugged.

"Alright, well, that's cool." Ryan nodded, then gestured into the front lounge. "Wanna come hangout?.. Play some games?"

"Uh.. Sure, I guess."
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Devin: Mykailla is here. Protect your balz.

Devin: *balls.

Devin: Fuckin auto gen thing.

Chris: XD Okay.

Devin: We're all in the front rn, so be warned.

Chris; Haha, okay. I'll be back in a few.

Chris prepared himself for Ricky's rage, as he opened the bus door and stepped in.

"Dude! Don't push me-- Ryan!" Ricky shouted at the TV. "You little--"

"Don't hate the player, hate the-- Vinny!" Ryan sounded appalled, shoving at Vinny. The latter laughed. "Vinny, we're on the SAME TEAM."

"You said it yourself," Ricky teased, smirking, as his character re-spawned, and he started attacking Vinny. "Don't hate the player, hate the game!"

Chris was confused, and that was promptly displayed on his face.

Devin nodded his head at Chris. "Hey. Help Rick and I cheat! Sit on Vin and Rya--"

"No," Ricky interrupted. "We don't need to cheat to win." He said proudly.

"Yeah, you will." Vinny huffed. "Ryan-- Ryan! Same team!"

"That's what I said, when you murdered me!"

"Well--!"

Oh dear.

"I'll just.. Wait till you guys are done.." Chris blinked, sitting in the kitchen.

"Okay. Enjoy yours-- VINNY!"
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After the game, Chris didn't know what the game was, was finished, Ricky excused himself from the lounge, and went into the kitchen. He sat in the booth on the side opposite of Chris.

"I saw my bunk." Ricky said after a moment, crossing his arms.

Chris was kinda weirded out, that Ricky wasn't yelling and cussing at him.

"Yeah, uh.. I didn't mean for it to get everywhere." Chris admitted. "I was just gonna--"

"I don't care." Ricky sighed. "Where did you even get purple glitter glue?"

"Dollar store." Chris shrugged.

Ricky rolled his eyes subtly. "Of course you did. And you're gonna have to pay me back for my bedding."

"Since you owe me money for my bedding," Chris said, referring to the honey incident. "Why don't we just call it even; I ruined yours, and you ruined mine. Fair?"

".. Fair enough, I suppose."

Chris nodded, as did Ricky.

"... Question."

Ricky raised an eyebrow. "Yes?"

"Why are you so.. Relaxed?"

"Why does everyone keep asking me that?"

Chris gasped dramatically. "You got laid, didn't you!"

"... Maybe."

Chris smirked. "Let off some steam? Frustration?.. She can still walk straight, right?"

"Chris!" Ricky scowled.

"Just wondering." Chris said innocently, putting up his hands.

Ricky rolled his eyes. "Whatever. When's the show again?"

"Soon.. We should probably start getting ready."

"Okay."

"Okay."

Ricky stood up, and started to walk away, before pausing, and half-turning back around. "Micah knows." He then continued on his way.

Chris nodded. "Oka-- Wait, what?!"