Lindsay had went into the bathroom after grabbing her dancing bag she had taken the day before with her dance things and some makeup, to go take a shower, leaving the three idiots to themselves.

Rich, Jensen, and Jared sat around, talking and laughing. Rich had finally put on his boxers and a pair of sweatpants, but stayed under the covers.

A phone started to suddenly ding, making them all pause and check their phones, thinking it was about the con in a few days. Neither of them had a message, but the noise kept going on. They looked around, then finally saw Lindsay's phone. Rich grabbed it and sat up in his elbows a bit, reading the messages.

He growled lowly when Misha's name came up. He read the messages he had just sent and the past messages.

"What's up?" Jensen asked, moving to look at the messages, along with Jared.

"Misha.." Rich mumbled, showing them the messages.

Jared and Jensen read the messages and shook their heads. "Don't let him get to you, Rich." Jared said, putting his hand on Rich's shoulder.

"Yeah, we'll take care of him." Jensen said, nodding with Jared.

Rich sighed and put Lindsay's phone down. "Thanks guys..." he said softly.