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    “Hey.” Micah said, slipping out onto his balcony into the evening air. His day had been filled with non-stop going, from place to place, then his classes. He was glad to finally call it a night and be able to relax. Though now after he stepped outside and saw Isaac out on the balcony, lighting up, he leaned on the bars with a smirk. “You know, If that’s what I think it is, sharing is caring.” He only halfed joked. He hadn’t smoked any weed in a while, but god only knew If there was any time he needed it, it was now. Especially with the week he had to deal with.

     He doesn't feel anything. He'd wanted         the cops to shoot him. He wanted to be taken         off this filthy goddamn planet, and instead one         of them grabbed hold of him and put him in         cuffs before he could grab his gun. He'd only         wanted to grab it to provoke them-- he didn't         think they would give him time to shoot. Still,         he never got the chance. Now he's being           hauled off to Briarcliff, because when he tried         to explain why he'd shot those kids, the shrink         told them that he was p  s  y  c  h  o  t  i  c. 

Dean was sitting in the smoky bar, swirling the glass of whiskey in his hand as he watched the liquid move around. He sat in silence as he took frequent sips, feeling the warmth with each one. The bar itself was pretty empty for the time of night, but Dean didn't mind. He liked having quiet to clear his head sometimes.

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Just like clockwork, Amos stepped into the coffee shop and walked over to his usual spot. Most people preferred Starbucks, but this place had some really good coffee for way cheaper. Besides, it was actually closer to campus than the nearest Starbucks. "Morning. I'll just have the usual, thanks." He smiled up at the familiar barista.

Trent was well aware that he didn't have a girl on his arm and that he was at the concert alone. He'd even arranged to go to the meet and greet afterwards. He was a fanboy. This was definitely a guilty pleasure of a band. He didn't go around parading the fact that he loved it. Though if he happened to come across a girl that was a fan, he would gush just as much as her. Finally, the concert had ended and the meet and greet had begun. The blond quickly made his way up, his cheeks flaring a bright red when he saw Luke and was actually able to talk to him. "H-Hi," he managed to stutter out, something Trent Cornell never did.

Caleb was leaning against the wall of the hotel, watching as the five boys messed around and horse around. He chuckled a little and shook his head before glancing at his watch, noticing the time. "Alright boys, curfew. I need you all to go ahead and get into your hotel rooms. We were only about to get three, so, Niall and Louis you'll share one, Liam and Harry you'll share one, then I'll share one with Zayn. Your bags are already inside your rooms." He handed each boy their key card before watching them disperse, winking at Zayn, "C'mon Zayn, time to get going..."

Liam: Come cuddle with me.

Liam