I bumped his back. We were sitting in our new bus: a fancy double decker that made our U.S. bus seem tiny. The first floor had the kitchen and living space, while the upstairs had the bunk area. At that moment, Mase and I were sitting on one of the couches eating fish and chips that my brother had scrounged up somewhere before the show ended.

It had been a great first day. The first two legs of the Rhythm & Chord tour had been amazing, taking us all over the U.S. and Australia, but London had been beyond perfect. The crowd was different. The energy was different. And I was enjoying the hell out of the fans with their accents.

"Mason," I bit into a fry. "I'd love to not have a period, but we don't always get what we want."

He barked out a laugh, dipping his fish into my vinegar. "Well, I'd love it if you didn't have a period either, you damn psychopath." Mason winked at me before pulling on the end of my ponytail.

I snorted. "I'd love it if you took a shower."

"I did!" he gasped, knowing he was full of shit.

"Yesterday," I laughed.

Mase just smiled this sideways, teasing grin as he finished off his food. He stole a small piece of fish from my plate, and then tried to distract me from his thieving ways by throwing an arm over my shoulder and leaning into my side. "So, Flabby, are you and that kid finally together?"

"What kid?" I asked him in a low, secretive voice.

"Sacha," he whispered back.

We were pretty much alone on the first floor with the exception of Miles and Julian who were on the other end of the bus. Everyone else was on the second floor doing God knows what. There really wasn't a point in him trying to be secretive, but I thought it was amusing anyway. The bastard tried to be quiet at the wrong times.

"He’s older than you are,” I noted before adding, “and I don't know, why?"

His dark blue eyes narrowed. "Because I need to know whether to tell him what’ll happen if he does anything stupid," he said matter-of-factly.

I had to tuck my lips in to keep from smiling at his form of a threat. "Really?"

Mason nodded, tightening his hold around me. "Flabby, you know I don't have any sisters—"

"Thank God," I let out one tiny snort, imagining a female Mason.

He sniffed. "But if we aren't getting married—"

I snorted.

"Then I need to make sure some douchebag isn't going to break your heart," he said before wincing. "Again."

I couldn't help but roll my eyes at his addition. "Thanks for the reminder, asswipe."

Mason simply smiled and shrugged. "I got him back for you, don't you worry there." The reminder of what had gone down in San Antonio just made me grin. They had been so quiet about what exactly happened that required Brandon to get three new tires, that I still had no clue. Why he hadn't gone for all four was beyond me, but knowing Mason, there was a reason.

That didn't mean it was necessarily a good reason, but whatever.

“Did you tell him about Laverne and Shirley already?”

Yeah, I had to pinch the bridge of my nose after that question. “You mean Lucy and Ethel,” I clarified. “No, I haven’t told him. I don’t know how.”

“Don’t ask me, Flabs. I say surprise the shit out of him.” He did his best Striptease reenactment by pretending to rip his shirt wide. “What is he going to do? Barf? Say oh no? Pssh. No way.”

"Oh, Mase," I smiled at him, "what would I do without you?"

He shrugged, all loose muscles and languid smiles. "Dream about me."

"Ha!" I leaned toward him and pressed a kiss to his cheek. "In my nightmares."