Loud knocking on the front door broke me out of sleep the next morning. I kept lying there thinking it was for someone else and they'd go away. But they never did so I got up to answer and saw a strange man. He wore a business suit and a serious expression.

"Ma'am, I hate to tell you this," he said heavy with accent. "but you haven't paid your rent in months. Now we've given you plenty of time to pay your due, and unless you have it right now I'm afraid this is your last week here." What now? I was still trying to comprehend all this having just woke up.

"Sorry, can you repeat yourself? Just-one more time?" I asked rubbing my eyes.

"Ma'am, I'm here to collect your rent. And unless you have it in your possession to give to me right now, you have a week to pack your things. We've given you a couple months now, and the number is already sky high."

"I'm sorry, I don't have anything," I answered. I had no money on me at the moment. But since when had I been living here for months? Maybe it was just a time travel effect. Like in 13 Going On 30. Yeah, just like that.

"Then you'll have to be out of here by the end of the week," he repeated apologetically. "I really am sorry. If you need help finding a place we can send someone over here and-"

"That's okay then, I can manage," I smiled. Guess who's going on tour now?

"If you say so. Have a better afternoon," he said leaving. I closed the door and went to my room to pack. I found an old suitcase in the closet and put my clothes in it. I wouldn't need any interior decorating since it wasn't really mine anyway. I filled my suitcase and waited for someone to come.

Angus walked up to Hannah's door arms behind his back. He was nervous as usual. He shouldn't have been, he's confessed his feelings and she reciprocated. But something about her just did something no one else did. He knew she felt the same which made it even more obvious to him, but it was also simmered with the fact that-due to circumstances-they couldn't stay together. So he would make sure he spent as much time with her as possible before she left. He made that mistake the last time she came, he wouldn't make it again.

He found a daisy growing in a weed. He stopped to pull it up and held it in his palm. Knocking on the door with his free hand, he rocked back and forth waiting. Hannah opened the door with a suitcase in her hand.

"What's going on?" Angus asked concerned.

"I'm gonna have to take you up on that offer."

"So you're staying with us?" he smiled.

"I'm staying with you."

"That's great! Happy to have ya'." He wrapped his arm around me and took me down to their hotel. "Oh, this is for you."

"Thank you, what's with all the flowers?" He shrugged.

"Dunno, just found 'em an' thought of you. Do you not like 'em?"

"No! I love them, I just wondered why you had them. Thank you Angus, it means a lot."

"You're welcome." He gave me an awkward side hug but I gladly returned it. This man... We made it to the hotel and Angus knocked on Cliff's door. "Guess who's coming with us?"

"So what made you come with us?" Malcolm asked sitting next to me on the couch. Everyone had gathered in Cliff's room again to decide what to do.

"Well you know the apartment I stayed at since I came here."

"Right."

"I don't have a job here in 1996, so I can't pay the rent. Had to move out by the end of the week."

"That bites," Cliff said. "But hey, you're coming on tour with us!"

"It'll be fun, all hanging out together like the old days. Like the seventies..." Malcolm said.

"Yeah, take us out to a bar then ditch us outside," Angus retorted.

"You guys couldn't go in, what were we supposed to do?" Phil asked.

"You shouldn't have taken us there in the first place. It was your idea to go, then just leave?"

"Hey, you should be thanking us-or rather me, that we did that. You never would have gotten together if we didn't," Malcolm said.

"Not like it matters now anyway," Angus mumbled. I glanced over at him and he gave me a small smile. I could see pain in his eyes. No regret or guilt whatsoever, but just pain and sadness. I held some too, mostly for him though. I wasn't the one who got married. The silence was getting awkward so the boys all got together to rehearse for Paris. A trip around Europe sounded pretty good right now, and what better way to spend it than with these nut jobs?

We were leaving for Paris the next day so we went to bed extra early that night. "You can stay in my room tonight," Angus said. "Unless of course you want your own room, I'd be okay with that. I mean if you want your privacy I understand. I wouldn't be a bother to you but you don't have-"

"Angus, it's okay!" I laughed. "I'll share a room with you."

"Okay then, my room's down here." He led me down the hall a way and opened the door with his key. "I can take the couch, you can have my bed."

"But I don't want to be a bother to you," I protested.

"It's not a bother, go ahead. The couch isn't so bad. Need a good kick in the morning."

"What about Ellen? And where's Linda and-"

"Oh didn't we tell you?" I shook my head. "They didn't come with us, they sometimes stay home for the tours ya' know?"

"I guess so. Too bad, could have used a girl to hang around with."

"I thought you didn't like girls."

"What?"

"Thought you said you didn't like 'em."

"What are you talking about?" I asked.

"In the seventies when the lads and I were all in your room talking, you said you hung around guys more often than girls. Somethin' about you not likin' 'em or somethin'," Angus explained.

"I never said I didn't like them, I just prefer the company of a male."

"Good to know, 'cause last I checked," he pointed downwards. "I'm a male." I snorted. "What?"

"Nothing."

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing," I snickered again.

"Jesus, what's so funny?" he smiled.

"Well it's your fault now!"

"What did I do?"

"Asking all these questions..."

"'Cause I'm curious. I want to know what's making you laugh so I can do it again."

"Just you being you, that's all."

"Me being me."

"...yeah." He sat up straighter.

"Me being me. Just me being me," he said to himself. "Well we'd better get to bed, we're flying to Paris at one then driving most places after that. Sound good?"

"Sounds like a plan," I answered getting into the bed. "Goodnight."

"Night, love."