Morning Goodbyes

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Brian was awaken by the morning light that had made its way in the tourbus through the curtains that weren't completely closed.

He opened his eyes slowly, his heart throbbing. He could feel Mike's steady breathing in his hair. It took him a fraction of second to remember the evening' events, but several minutes to make up his mind about what he was going to do next.

Luckily, Mike had moved in his sleep and loosened his embrace. Brian carefully lifted the man's arm, and got out of the bunk. He left the room and closed the door behind him.

He quickly grabbed his clothes, scattered among empty cans, audio tapes and pairs of socks. He put his jeans on and tied his shoes, but shoved the rest of his belongings in his bag.

He walked to the door, stopping before he reached the handle. He looked back at the close bedroom door.

"I'm not that much of a bastard," he told himself.

He searched in his bag for a pen and a piece of paper. Only finding the first item, he grabbed an empty pizza box that was on the floor and wrote down a note for Mike.

Thanks for last night.
Sorry for leaving so soon.
Take care.

He placed the box on the couch, and left the tourbus.

Subject: Re: Morning Goodbyes Fri Sep 01, 2006 5:02 pm

A criquet. A fucking criquet. It had to be in the bus. This annoying, repetitive sound that scratched your ears so bad, you'd want to step on the damn insect ten times even if the first slam had killed it.

Mike frowned in his sleep, trying to dive back into slumber, hoping desperately the stupid bug would stop screaming this agonizing sound. Why did those damn things always ended up in the bus?

Too far off from sleep, the bassist opened tired eyes, focusing. He laid there, in the mess of drapes, the night outside reaching maybe three in the morning.

As the previous events of the day crashed through his head, he quickly flipped over, tapping around the bed, the poor lighted room offering just enough brightness to bring him to the fact that no one was there.

Shit, even his bandmates hadn't come back. But right now, he had to be sure if Brian had really left. He got up, practically punched the tiny bathroom door open to reveal an empty room. He looked everywhere, not that there was much places a full-grown human being could hide.

He quickly resigned, flopping on the bench, his heart sinking in his throat.

Why would he go? He asked abashed, rubbing his forehead with a mix of sadness and confusion.

That's when his eyes met with a rather old pizza box, something scribbled upon it.

Reading it fast, it took him three readings to fully understand the assembly of words and for them to sink in his brain to get a blunt meaning.

Mike would have laughed if the circumstances were different and Billie would have been the one finding the message, nagging him for hitting on the pizza delivery main. But smiling was probably just as out of his reach as moving an inch from his sitting point right now.

He just sat there, his eyes fixing nothing really, wondering if he should simply give it up.

((Is this the end??? 'Cause if you want to roleplay Brian and match him with someone else, we can always stop it there, it could be the end.))

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((Brian will do what he does best - he'll go check out other dudes. But we all know that Mike is the man of his life ~~and they're gonna get married and have babies.~~))

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