Misha woke up the next morning, checking to see if Jared had snapped him, but frowned when he didn't have one.

He sighed and got off the mattress and looked out the window. Texas is beautiful...but hot.

He ran a hand through his hair and went to the bathroom, did his business, then went to find Rich.

"Sup Mish," Rich said as he appeared from the kitchen. "I warmed hot pockets."

"Such a healthy breakfast." Misha replied with a small chuckle. "I'm not hungry."

"You sure?"

"Yeah. Let's just go start unloading."

Rich nodded and the two went outside and got to work.