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Evan said Justin looks just like Ace, baldhead and all.
    After hanging up with Evan , I called Lori, but she wasn’t able to talk. I told her to text me when it was a good time and she promised she would. I can’t wait to hear what the hell is going on with her and Matt.
    The guys got back a few minutes ago. Although we still have a few hours before rehearsal, it’s pouring out, and we all decide to lazily hang in the bus. As my mind wanders from paternity tests, to my Internet haters, to Lori hiding things from me, I’m pulled out of my reverie by something flying through the air. It looks like a pair of boxers, and they land right on Hunter’s head.
    “Waa tha fock?” Hunter says around his Blow Pop .
    Jack is standing near the kitchen fuming. “If I find one more pair of your fucking underwear lying around this bus, I’ll make going commando the least of your problems.”
    At first I think Jack is joking, until I see the look on his face. He is dead serious. It’s true they are slobs, but Jack included. It’s only been recently that he has been much more cognizant with keeping the bus clean. Mainly because he hates seeing me clean up after them. It’s adorable how he’ll pick up after himself, yet always making sure I know it. The neater he is the more he gets lucky. Since he’s made this breakthrough, he expects his band mates to as well. He doesn’t seem to understand that he benefits from being neater. His band mates do not.
    Hunter calmly pulls the boxers off his head and the pop out of his mouth and says, “You can suck my dick.”
    “ You seriously need to get laid dude. I’m sick of you and your walking hard-on.” Jack responds without sympathy. He quickly looks over at me and says, “Sorry, babe.”
    I throw him a look and say, “Knock it off.”
    “Thanks for reminding me . Actually my problem is, I haven’t gotten laid in way too long and it pisses me off that you are.”
    Jac k shakes his head at Hunter and says, “That’s a mother-fucking-shame.”
    Hunter gets up and wordlessly walks past Jack to his bunk. A few seconds later, we hear his music playing and a dull thumping.
    Hunter’s choice of heavy metal music is the last thing I want to hear right now, his being alone in his bunk is the last thing I want to think about, and the sound effects he has added are making me want to throw up.
    Ja ck calls out, “Shut the fuck up!”
    “Jack, he’s going to pummel you.”
    “He can bring it.”
    “Stop picking on him…please.”
    “Fine. Only because you asked me to.”
    I can’t blame the guys for their moods. We have claimed the bedroom as our own, and since Scott or Hunter didn’t have their companions, there were no arguments. Regardless, it’s still unfair that Jack and I get to sleep somewhat comfortably in a bed, while they are cramped in their little bunks. Jack said it’s not the bunks that are making them irritable, but the lack of females in them. He further explained they are both horny and annoyed that Jack isn’t. I guess he was dead on…Hunter just confirmed the exact same issue.
    Jack has little patience and wants them to stop bitching about it. At the time he said, “It is what it is, and they need to deal with it.”
    Trey watches quietly. We all know he isn’t horny, since he has been getting his fill backstage after our shows. He suggested Hunter and Scott should help each other out, and then they’d feel better.
    The sound effects increase in tune to Metallica. Usually I escape to my room when they all start ragging on each other. The only reason I’m not in my room now is because I need an empty outlet for the laptop. I quickly decide to tune them all out and put in my ear-buds to watch my favorite movie.
    Jack slides into the booth next to me. He pulls a bud out of my ear and inserts it into his own. “What are we watching?” he asks cheerfully, like he just didn’t flip out on Hunter.
    “ I’m watching The Notebook.”
    “Again?” He rolls his