((sry, i wuz only home today in like 5 minute intervals which i used to eat >.< ugghhh...too much stuff!))

[[ at least you have a live little dude <//3 ]]

James jumped up with Evan and continued to straighten his clothes and pull his shirt back down. "No sh!t!" James responded, "We gotta get back..." He responded, moving to pick up the rest of the things that they had scattered around the hill last night.  "You ready?" James said to him, looking around for something that he might have missed.

((SORRY! ugh...with track now all i have time for is homework sleep and eating >.< this is my first time on the internet in like a week (five days) UUUUGGHHHH! but i have to say thanks to track ;P i have biceps now! WOO!))

"Yeah, dude we gotta move!" He smiled suddenly and winked at James. "Race ya." He yelled playfully taking off down the hill. He had so easily fallen back into his old patter of relying on others. He had the same connection with his sister who had always taken control. In the same way now, Evan wanted to be the one to take care of James. Finally he could be the strong one that would always be there, he would always be there for James. Erin could yell at him first while he explained how it was really a misunderstanding and they'd lost track of time. If possible, he would have to help James avoid conflict with his sister altogether. Siblings shouldn't fight...

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Evan felt the wind weave its way through his hair, strands seperated and pushed against his face. Laughing he just flicked his head, sending them back over his forhead. Looking back quickly he felt, more than he saw James behind him. As James gained, Evan slowed so they could run together. Returning his attention to the space in front of him the smile died off his face as he dug his heels into the ground. With a dropping sensation in his stomach he turned toward James and stated the obvious. "The bus is gone..." he said numbly.

James stopped too, eyes wide and feeling just a bit numb and on the verge of panicking. Ok. They had sneaked out without letting anyone know that they were leaving... so they wouldn't have know they were gone in the first place. That was the whole point.

But even if they had *censored*umed they were sleeping or whatever in the back of the bus, surely someone would have poked their head back there to see if they were ok, right? He reached up and pulled his hair out of his face, not sure what to say. The obvious had been clearly stated.

He reached into his pocket. Nothing. No phone. The other pocket, same result and the back pockets as well. He remembered throwing it on the bed earlier and cursed himself quietly. He did have some money, why he didn't take that out he didn't know but he was very glad that he didn't at this point. 

Evan also searched his pockets. Like James he had tossed his phone into the bus but he still had his wallet. There was enough cash in it to hold them for around three days, but that was all. "Well, seems like we're out of luck." He sighed, moving down the hill and into the empty lot. "They're on freakin' tour!" He almost screamed. "We can't exacly just call them and have them turn the bus back around for us!" Coming to a stop at the empty lot where the bus had sat just the night before, Evan took a seat on the small concrete stopper and the edge. Resting his elbows on his knees and his chin in his palms he closed his eyes to think for a moment. Slowly an idea began to form, along with a small smile at the corners of his lips. "You up for a little roadtrip of our own?"

James watched Evan quietly, feeling that tis situation was somehow his fault. He should have told Evan to stay on the bus last night and then they wouldn't be in this mess. Or he should have asked Evan to go back to the bus after drinking last night. Something. 

He frowned, listening to hi,. It was true, if they turned around it would throw everything off and would definitely disappoint fans and mess up their whole schedule. He came to stand beside him, pulling a little bit of hair behind his ear delicately. 

"How?" He asked, "He dont have a car... and they took my motorcycle." He added quietly.  

"Well,  we could always walk it." He suggested. Thinking for a moment he calculated the time vs. distance. Shaking his head, still thinking, he realized it couldn't work...unless... "Hey, what if we rented a motorcycle." Checking the contents of his wallet he realized they didn't exacly have enough for both a bike and food. "You any good at poker?" he asked, eyeing James halfheartedly. "We need a way to make some fast cash bro."

"C'mon then." Evan said, smilng and walking toward the town. "Theres gotta be a casino or at least a bar somewhere around here." Winking at James he put his hands deep into his pockets. "What's life without a little risk." He eyed the fallen cans from last night and rememberd their wishes. He hoped he could at least make some of James's hopes come true.