march into the sun.

        Despite knowing his way around the winding streets of his current destination, Liam finds himself a bit turned around. And seeing as he thought it was a good idea to leave the hotel without a body guard, he was pretty fucking terrified of getting mauled by the group of teenage girls across the street - who had, thankfully, yet to notice him. He slips easily through the crowds unnoticed, finding himself at a bus stop a moment later. As he contemplated whether or not taking the bus would be a good idea, a stranger slips him a flower. On instinct, Liam smiles, the gesture making his eyes crinkle up in the corners. Then he suddenly remembers the fact that he’s completely fucking lost — and, yeah, he could definitely use some help. “Wait —” he breaks out into a small jog after the boy, his hand catching the other’s shoulder the moment he catches up. He suddenly feels a bit rude chasing after the stranger (a fan, maybe? or just a boy simply looking to put a smile on someone’s face?). “Sorry — I, uh, I’m kind of incredibly lost at the moment, and I really need to get back to my hotel within the next hour.” Shit — he’d be late for soundcheck at this rate. “Do you think maybe, you could help me?”

      As the feeling of a hand clasping around his petite shoulder came to his sudden attention his face winced in slight regret and a bit of embarrassment. Dash simply had no clue who he was talking to -- or whom he gave that flower to in the first place, he really just hope he smiled. Even if it was only in the slightest. His thin lips pursed together slightly as he sluggishly turned around, his delicate digits fiddling together. Do you think maybe, you could help me? As he processed his question he instantly nodded. Speaks words , Dash. Speak words. "Yeah, um ---" His shyness was completely getting the best of him at this point. His feet shuffled in his place, as he looked around. He knew where they were -- he just had to know of the hotel he was residing in. "What hotel are you staying in? Because -- if I know that little piece of information I can get you to wherever you're headed. But um, can I ask you something? Why are you out so late if you don't know your way around here?"

         Ramona. Ramona, Ramona, Ramona. It's running through his mind like the fastest kid on every track team in every stupid high school. In his mind he tried to think of it this way --- everyone's got their burdens. Everyone's got their shitty false hopes and accusations, so why not just deal with it.