Rose smiled. "Well no, My brother stays every once in a while and my parents come over every weekend. But I guess it is kind of lonely."
Jay nodded. "I live in a small studio apartment in the city. The rest of my family lives on the other side of the country, so I don't see them much."
Ezra woke up. Seeing Lydial's pretty face next to him he sat up quickly. "Sorry. I didn't mean to." He stood up. "I er. I'm gonna go sleep in one of the bunks. Love your drawings by the way, Lydial."
"Thanks," Lydial said to Ezra, putting the lid back on the pen.
"No problem. I'm an honest guy what can I say." Ezra gave her a kind grin and winked, heading up the bunks.
Closing her notebook, Lydial shifted her position to rest her head in her hands.
Ezra propped his hands behind his head as he lay in his bunk. He smiled a little to himself and then closed his eyes. He was very happy with how he had done with his first interactions on this bus.
(can i talk to someone?)
A blush crept up her neck, Lyd hid her face in her palms.
(Wait why? Cause of my lil Ezra?)
(Ezra is talkin to Lyd….)
(Lydial doesn't really talk to boys so,)
(Ezra left, to like sleep er something)
(oke)
(I see.)
//what has happened
Simon frowned when his music came to an abrupt stop. He looked down at his phone and pressed the home button.
No battery. He realised. Simon reached for his bag and searched for his charger in all the pockets. He sighed in frustration, Forgot it He realised and stood up. He would have to ask to use one of the others. He walked over to one of the girls. "Hey." He simply said.
"Do you have a charger I could use?" His face remained neutral.
//me?
Liia dug through her bag and pulled pit her charger, offering it to Simon. “YOu can use mine if you want,” she smiled.
"Thanks." A smile tugged at his lips. She's cute. His anxiety mused. He took the charger from her hands.
(my computer is going crazy)
//lol
“No problem,” Liia said, zipping up her bag. “I’ll just need it back eventually, obviously.”
"Yeah, of course," Simon said and leaned on the side of the seat awkwardly. What are you doing?! He thought.
"Simon." He held out his right hand, careful to pull the sleeves down enough.
“Liia,” Liia replied, shaking Simon’s hand. “Good to meet you.”
"Yeah," Simon's hands returned to his pockets. "A bus of musicians?" Simon tried to make conversation, it was torture.
"I have no idea." Dove opened up her computer that she'd taken from her bag.