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[khaleesi,]

Spencer watched Zayn apologize.

[l i o n.]

Liam punched him back but kept a frown on his face. "I just never thought you'd get the kiss first!" he whined with a sudden smirk.

[khaleesi,]

Spencer giggled.

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Zayn Smirked, and looked over at the other tour bus. They bus lurched forward, and he leaned into Liam, also giving him a small elbow. "cupcake," He pouted at Liam.

[g i n g e r.]

Well, this was awkward. Ashtyn just kind of stood there, watching it all play out. Then Zayn stormed off on away, Spencer another, and Liam another. She didn't know who to talk to! And frankly, she didn't want to get caught in the middle of it all. So, Ashtyn nibbled her lip nervously, and then jogged in the direction Liam went off to, and then slowed down to a stop when he went inside, followed by Zayn, who directed her to go get the other dancers. The blue eyes girl nodded, and spun around with a sigh. "Here I go again." she mumbled and jogged off once more, gathering up al the girls, and the rest of the guys, telling them we were all about to go. Ashtyn managed to lead the others to the other bus, and they all disappeared through the door. Ashtyn meanwhile, broke away and made her way over to Spencer and wiggled her brows. "You go girl." she teased and lightly nudged her arm with her elbow, a laugh escaping her, referring to her and Zayn's little moment. She caught a glimpse, but hen had resumed going after Liam. But, the blonde flicked her head towards their ride. "Time to head off." she said with a smile.

{I know that may be powerplaying the other girls, but since none are really active, theeen too bad :3}

[l i o n.]

Liam put his arms aroun Zayn and gave him a big kiss on the head. "oh Zanypoo." he gushed and squeezed him tight. "what would I ever do without you?"

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Zayn grinned. "Nothing!" he teased, Hip shocking his friend. He slipped out of this hold, and looked over at spencer, then Ashtyn as the buss ran forwards on the road.

[g i n g e r.]

Ashtyn had climbed in the dancers' bus as it lurched forward, and flopped on the couch, pulling out her phone and placed in beside her, whipping out her song book, and flipped to the most recent song she worked on. Experimentally, she quietly sang a few notes and fitted them with words, them bubbled in some notes and scrawled some words. With a grin of accomplishment, she tapped her hand on her thigh in a beat, and sang threw her original song. Writing music was her way of expressing herself. It let her vent her emotions, so it was sort of a personal diary as well, partially why she never let people see. It held pained and happy memories. From the crash, to good times.

[g i n g e r.]

{Not gonna be on tomorrow, out all day probably...}

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