I woke up before the boys did and decided to go get Starbucks and surprise them. So i jumped up, pulled on my converse, and slid on Gerard's jacket. He won't miss it. But anyway, this is where its bad to be bipolar. I walked out and was swamped by cameras. I tried to ignore them by pulling out my headphones. But the crowd grew. Damn things are cockroaches. I snapped. "Get the fuck out of my goddamn way!" After that all questions stopped and the crowd thinned out some. Then i found myself singing along to Stressed Out by Twenty Øne Piløts. I knew i'd be headlining everything tomorrow, but fuck it. I couldn't care less. I made it to Starbucks, relatively unscathed, other than the cockroach invasion. But the walk back to the hotel was eventless. I made it back before the boys even woke up. Lazy asses. I just put the coffees on the counter and curled up in Gerard's arms again.