Requested by; @QuintessentiallyMoi

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Tour busses could be extremely annoying.

Sometimes, they just felt so cramped, but where could you go?

And to add onto that, it was tough to walk around on them sometimes because it was always moving.

Sometimes you just wanted to stand  solidly on ground.

You didn't want to move and you didn't want your surroundings to flash by your vision, and be gone before you could even take it in.

Unfortunately, that was the way of life for musicians.

They were always on the move, especially when they're at the peak of their career.

Which is what Skid Row was at that very moment.

You were all sitting in the tour bus, as it was barreling down a high way in who knows where, going to some venue that you couldn't remember the name of.

All of you loved touring, and you loved being along with all of your best friends, but sometimes everything became a blur.

Sometimes you were all so tired, that you forgot what day it was or sometimes even what city you were in.

But the boys always managed to be as lively as they could possibly be once they got on stage.

That was part of the reason that you were fascinated by your friends.

Sometimes the only thing they could get would be a 2 hour sleep in some uncomfortable position or all cramped up together, having to share a single couch, packed up like sardines.

But they still had energy. They had motivation. They had perseverance.

They owed it all to the fans.

If they didn't have the fans, they'd be nothing to anyone.

But here they are, and all those people outside, screaming and more excited than anything to get inside the venue.

And the boys loved it.

Skid Row absolutely loved their fans, that was for sure.

Sometimes the guards had to drag Sebastian or Rachel away from fans who wanted to have a chat or get one of their albums signed.

Sometimes they had to fight off a guard, while they listened to some kids tragic life story, because they wanted to hear it and relate to it.

It was truly amazing.

But as of this moment, every one was tired.

It was very late at night and the bus felt like it was flying.

Everyone was slightly delusional and some of the members of the crew were even drunk.

You weren't surprised though.

It was something normal that happened.

Sebastian gazed around with a blank look as the bus moved and made noises, in addition to the people talking in the background.

You got up from your seat, walking over to him carefully and squeezing his shoulder.

He looked over to you quickly and smiled sleepily, taking in a deep breath as he wrapped his arms around your hips and kissed your hip.

"My girl/boy." he whispered out softly.

He rested his head against your stomach as he hugged you.

"You alright, there?" you asked him, running your fingers through his incredibly soft, beautiful hair.

"Just tired, darlin'." he said.

"Me, too." you replied, moving so that you sat in his lap, your back against the window.

He wrapped his arms around you and hugged you gently.

He looked up at you with admiration in his eyes.

You looked down at him and smiled lovingly.

You then grabbed his chin, and pulled him in for a soft kiss.

When you backed up, your faces were still close and the both of you were smiling.

"I love you." you whispered.

"I love you, too." he replied.

You pecked his lips once more, and then leaned back against the window.

He hugged you close as he rested his head against your chest, and closed his eyes.

You ran your fingers through his hair.

You looked at the clock on the wall.

Only a few more hours until you were at the next venue.

And the next hotel.