I don't want to get up!

[hayley smith;]

I'm happy where Iam
Ain't wanting no-one steal mypeace

Sunday mornings are meant for rest and relaxation and the occasional lie in. Depending on who you were, where you were and what was going on. Hayley Smith was still in bed. Yes! She was still in bed. Curious as to why she was still in bed? Well then, let's just say it has something to do with alcohol and headaches then leave it at that.

It's your fault.
How was she supposed to know?
Tut, tut, tut.
How was she supposed to know?

Piss off.

Hayley was bundled in her bunk with the covers pulled right the way over her head and holding onto them for dear life, she didn't want any one to disturd her peace, and, besides, it wasn't as though they had to perform on Sundays anyway. Not when Sundays were days of peace and tranquilty and all the old nonsense stuff.

All she needed now was for someone to come and give her a rude awakening.

They better not...

[Frank Anderson]

Frankie dear hadn't had the greatest of mornings so far. He had, quite literally, got out of bed on the wrong side. Well, more like fell. When he woke up he was stuck between the tour bus wall and his bunk. How it had happened, not even he was sure of. It was now 11:30am, and he was still walking around in his pajamas. Hey, at least he was wearing pajamas. He knew of people on the tour that went to bed naked. He had an old, faded Misfits t-shirt and some random pajama bottom style things he had brought on tour with him. He was hardly disgracing anybody, was he?

As sunday meant a day off from performing, Frank had decided that today would be a day of doing nothing. Not nothing exactly. He would most likely play on Guitar Hero until he got bored and then actually get dressed. What would happen then... Who knew. At the current moment in time, he was walking through the room with all the bunks, holding his usual breakfast of Chips Ahoy! and some kind of drink. Today, he had chosen milk. Why? Another question he didn't know the answer to. Well, he could drink and eat what he wanted. He was twenty-one, surely he can fend for himself by now.

Frank was so wrapped up in his own little world he didn't see where he was going. He fell straight onto his butt, quite amazed that most of his milk and cereal weren't on the floor. He studied the carpet, checking for any white spots. As far as he could see, there weren't. That was freakishly lucky. He thought, yawning. That sure had woken him up. Nothing like falling straight on your ass to wake you up in a morning. Scarlett and Rayne had gone somewhere - most likely shopping - so he knew he hadn't disturbed them. He looked at Hayley's bed, unsure if she had gone with Scarlett and Rayne. He saw a lump sticking up from the covers, which probably meant she was still in bed. He stood up, hoping he hadn't woken her up.

[hayley smith;]

Of course she hadn't really been asleep, but Hayley would probably still yell if someone had 'woken' her up, if she didn't see their face and know who they were beforehand anyway. So with a disgruntled noise as Frank made a noise by falling over onto his butt and dropping his cereal bowl on the floor, Hayley awoke from her 'slumber' and rose from the depths of her covers, whacking her head on the ceiling of her bunk at the same time and falling out of her bunk onto something squishy.

It was Frank.

Oh dear, with a slight giggle, Hayley picked herself up off of Frank and stood up a little unsteadily on her feet. She wasn't going to get mad at him, it was difficult to get mad at Frank, especially when he had a personality like he did, all bubbly and fun and charming and such. "Oh, I'm sorry Frankie." she giggled quitely, brushing down her black shorts and smoothing out her white tank top. That was her normal bed attire. Simple as it was, just the way she liked it.

[Frank Anderson]

Frank was taken aback when Hayley fell onto his stomach, winding him slightly. She wasn't heavy, but the shock of it all certainly was another wake up call for him. "Nah, it's okay. But I'm beginning if the whole world is obsessed with making sure I'm completely awake this morning." He asked with a small laugh. He waited for her to stand up before getting up himself. He spooned some of the cereal into his mouth and chewed. It wasn't he was greedy, but if he didn't eat it soon it would most certainly go soggy. And he was the type of person that hated soggy cereal.

A yawn escaped his lips once more, but this time Frankie had the decency to put his hand over his mouth. He scratched his forhead with his head, the tattoos on his knuckles reading 'ween'. On his other head read 'hallo', which together read 'halloween'. It was his birthday, and his second favourite holiday after Christmas. After all, it was like two cool days in one. And there was always an excuse to have a fancy dress party. What more could one tiny kid want? He rubbed his face, making sure he was awake for the third time this morning, as if karma hadn't already tried to wake him up twice.

Frankie dearest sat on his bunk so he could eat his beloved Chips Ahoy! in comfort. "I thought I was normally the last one to wake up. What's the occasion?" He asked. His words were muffled by his mouth full of cereal, and it probably sounded like ' I foort I wus norly the lsy on to wak ewp. Whutt's teh occasen?' to Hayley. He swallowed, before repeating himself. "I thought I was normally the last one to wake up. What's the occasion?" This time it was more clear, and most likely more understandable to Hayley and most other human beings.

[hayley smith;]

She giggled again as she heard his commentary about the world making sure that he was fully awake. "Probably, just to make sure, you know how the world is Frankie." Hayley joked as she pulled her hair up into a messy pony tail, it would have to do for the morning, she wasn't fully awake yet but she knew that she would be in time. "Frankie why are you eating cookies in milk for breakfast?" She asked, looking down at his 'cereal' with an odd kind of expression upon her young face. It was a rather odd breakfast cereal although it did look rather nice, even if she hated to admit it. Hayley smiled at him once again and rubbed her head, in the place that she had banged on her bunk.

Hayley noticed the tattoo on his hands, she knew that his birthday was halloween, it was an awesome birthday, a little weird, but then again her birthday was weirder, especially since it was febraury 29th, the date that came around only once every four years. Again she smiled, albeit this time it was a little fainter. She watched him sit on his bunk and then leant against her own as he opened his mouth to speak to her. "Oh..." Hayley scratched the top of her head. "...yeah, uhmm alcohol.." she nodded to him, of course she hadn't understood him the first time because he had had a mouthful of 'cereal' but when he repeated she got what he meant and didn't hesitate in her answer. Well, kind of.

[Frank Anderson]

Frank nodded upon hearing Hayley's comment. "Yhup. It's round. Or, at least, I think it is." He smiled, spooning some more into his mouth after he finished his sentence. It had always been his favourite breakfast cereal since he was little. He chewed whilst listening to her question. He swallowed and thought why exactly. " 'Cause it tastes good. And I've been eating it since I was four, I'm not going to choose a new favourite breakfast cereal now eighteen years on." He chuckled. He thought it was eighteen, but he had never that great at maths. He didn't really think he needed mathematical skills whilst he was in a band. Although, these were Frank's thoughts we were talking about.

Frankie raised one eyebrow slightly at his answer. He wasn't against drinking, but he didn't normally wake up with a hangover. "I don't remember you having anything to drink." He furrowed his brow, trying to remember. When Frank first woke up, he never really remembered much about what happened before he fell asleep. That was really the reason he didn't know how he was stuck down the side of his bunk when he woke up that morning. He sipped some of his milk, a strange drink to pair with a bowl of cereal.

[Tis only two paragraphs, I wasn't sure what to put next...]

[hayley smith;]

Giggling once again Hayley placed a hand over her mouth to stifle a yawn and leant a little more into the side where she was standing, if she wasn't careful she was probably going to end up on the floor again and this time Frankie would probably be the one laughing, not that she minded, Frankie was a great guy and they had been friends for as long as the band had been together. She smiled as he talked and nodded slowly in response to everything that he had been saying. "Are you sure it was eighteen? It could have been less... maybe more..." she was teasing him now and it was funny.

To her... maybe to Frankie too...

"Well, I only had like four and then I was out. That'll teach me to eat before drinking, huh?" she asked, hindering on the thought of food. Right now those cookies were starting to look real good, especially with the milk and who knows, there might be some Cookie Crisp in the cupboard which she could eat. Unlike Frank, Hayley ate actual cookie cereal. She smiled lightly at him. "Frankie...." she began, an idea forming in her head as she straightened up somewhat and let her hands drop to her sides as she looked at him with a sweet smile on her face. "...Frankie..." she continued. Hopefully he knew what she was going to ask him. Hayley had a sudden urge to play Guitar Hero.

[Frank Anderson]

Frankie poked his white, milk stained tounge out at Hayley. "Don't tease my lack of mathematical skills!" He said, pretending to have a serious look on his face. He paused for a moment, the expression dropping from his face. "Oh. Em. Gee. I used a big word!" He laughed, imitating some stupid blonde girl.

Frank spooned some more into his mouth and tutted. "See, I'm sensible. He joked gently. He wasn't much for drinking and doubted he ever would do. He raised an eyebrow when she repeated his name. "What? What?" He asked in a mimicky voice. He knew what was coming next.

[hayley smith;]

Hayley laughed as she watched him stick his tongue out at her and moved away from the side where she was leaning, she didn't want to fall, or slide down it. A look of pretend shock registered over her face as Frankie used that big word and she made to jump up and hug him, but refrained herself from doing so. The thought of getting milk and cookies over her didn't seem to be a pleasant one this early... late, in the morning... or was it afternoon? Hayley wasn't too sure on that now. "Wow Frankie, I'm so proud of you!" She cried in a tone that suggested mockery but actually wasn't.

She could be nice.

"Of course you are." She stated moving closer to him, when she was close to him she bent down and whispered in his ear. "Play Guitar Hero with me please?" She asked in a sweet tone, standing back up and straightening out her posture. "Please." she asked again in that sweet tone of hers before turning around and walking into the kitchen so that she could hunt through the cupboards for some Cookie Crisp cereal before playing the game.

[Frank Anderson]

Frank watched Hayley with a raised eyebrow as she looked shocked, then acted like she was going to hug him. "Haha, funny." He said sarcastically, tipping the bowl infront of his face. The remaining contents, a small bit of milk and a few pieces of cornflakes left, dropped into his mouth. He felt some of it dribble down his chin and he wiped it away quickly. His hair was everywhere, but he wasn't really bothered. Sundays were days of chilling out, an Frank preferred to chill out with his hair a mess. That was him.

Frankie dear stuck out his tounge at her. Being the only guy in a band full of girls usually meant being teased often. He shook his head upon hearing the question being whispered in his ear. He didn't mean that he wouldn't do it, he meant that he wouldn't play with her. She asked him that question alot of the time, and when they weren't on stage they were normally playing guitar hero. Or doing something. "If it will shut you up..." He joked as she walked into the kitchenette area. It wasn't that big, and they had one of the bigger buses on the tour as they were headliners.