Post by riley niall friston on Mar 13, 2010 13:11:46 GMT -5
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Riley scrunched up his nose as he turned on the spot, attempting to find his best friend in the entire world, Rhys. Admittedly, it shouldn't be too hard to spot the red head in amongst a crowd of musicians who had a tendency to have dark hair but then, the two of them had never been ones to mix in with the crowd. Running a hand through his own bleached platinum hair, he was glad now that he had got it done again before tour. After all, he hadn't known before they set off that tour was going to be as long as it actually was scheduled to be. Still, Riley had made it clear to Garret that as much as he would love to go back to England even for a short while; naturally it just wasn't going to happen. You see, Riley didn't do planes. At all. Ever. He refused to step foot on one again, it had always been the way. The only reason he'd gotten on the plane over to America when he was seventeen originally was because his mother and father had agreed to buy him some more parts to growing beloved unique drum kit that completed would be worth more then their houses put together. Regardless, it had been grudgingly and he had been convinced the entire time that he was going to die. Gravity was there for a reason, right?! If humans were supposed to fly they would have wings. Whatever, of course Garret hadn't been happy and in his own freakish way had told Riley he was going whether he liked it or not. Nope, it was not going to happen. The fans could hate him... going abroad on a death flight was never part of the plan. Right now though, the tour had only just started and he'd already lost his phone somewhere in the bus. At first, Riley had thought that Dayna or Sparky had run off with it, but then he’d checked Rhys’ bunk and it had been hidden behind his pillow which had pissed the blonde off greatly. You didn’t mess with someone’s phone; it was a type of unwritten rule.
Riley had only woken up from his deep sleep for one reason and that had been the giant lump under his mattress. Whilst it was true the drummer could sleep through most things and was somewhat nocturnal, the day had gotten even weirder when he’d reached under to pull it out only to find Rhys’ comic books. That was what confused Riley. What was the boy on? Was he getting confused as to which bunk was his? Regardless, it had bugged him plus he was awake by then so he’d settled on trying to find his friend to put his mind to rest. It wasn’t just so he could have an opportunity to see the red head. Of course not. That would be silly and suggestive. He had only had a mega crush on his bff for like five years. When he’d been caught for getting a blow job at school, Riley single only concern was what Rhys thought after all. After having getting changed into a pair of long shorts and a t-shirt, Riley had headed out to find him. At first, he'd gone to the food stand because that was a good chance to find someone that would recognise Rhys but it had given him no take and no-one had seen the guy recently. Naturally, as he was never subtle, it hadn't taken long for groups of fans to spot the drummer and get his signature which he didn't mind giving in the slightest. He didn't want to have to be the one to break to the rest that he wasn't going to the later stages of the tour. They would have to understand. Sticking his hands in his pockets, Riley had ended up backstage after having looked everywhere else and so brought him to his current position of turning to try and spot the red head. Rubbing his thigh, Riley brought out his phone and tried ringing him again, except one again, it patched through to voice mail. Ew. Leaving another message after the lame arse tone, Riley shoved his phone away and headed off, hearing one of the bands sound checking. Hey, it was mid afternoon. Normally, these were his sleeping hours. Smiling despite his frustration, Riley took the red bull can that was out stretched and cracked it open. He would never deny sugar, even if it gave him way more energy then he should have. "Hey, have you seen Rhys?" They would know who he was talking about, the two of them were otherwise inseparable. Receiving simultaneous shrugs, Riley thanked them anyway and jumped down two steps to hit the grass behind the stage area.
Clutching the comic books in his one hand and his red bull in the other, Riley walked a couple more steps before sighing in relief at spotting the red mop of hair in the distance. "Shit, Daniels!" Grinning, Riley headed a bit closer to his best friend. "You must be the hardest person to find on the planet." Frowning for a second, Riley shrugged. "Well, apart from Osama. But, yeah..." His grin returning, Riley stepped closer to his and waved his hand up with the comics so Rhys could see. "Look what I found in my bunk." Riley tilted his head a little, his stomach totally not fluttering as he looked toward his friend. "I also found my phone in yours. Getting confused in your old age, Rhysy?" Shrugging, Riley handed them over and frowned a little when Rhys reacted sort of, well, badly. What? He hadn't stolen them. Rolling his eyes, "Oh, get a grip.", Riley turned and walked off. He wasn't prepared to get into an argument when he was still tired from his usual sleeping hours. Instead, Riley would just head back to his bunk whilst ignoring anything that was being said to him. Rhys was so god damn protective of his comics. He didn't mind normally but this was not the time to start a stupid usual best friend bicker about it. Crunching the empty can in his hand, Riley through the tin into the recycle bin and headed around the back of the giant trailers. Sure, it was completely clear of people there but on his private exploration of the ground, Riley had found it had been a pretty awesome short cut back to the buses. It was private so a clear path too which was a good plus."Whatever, Rhys." Using one of his now free hands, Riley messed his fingers in his hair, making it spike in different directions. Who said there had to be a proper order to strands of hairs anyway?
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Notes; Love you girl! <3 Ramble fail xD
words; 1148
tagg; Charzie/Rhys <3
words; 1148
tagg; Charzie/Rhys <3