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So remember when I was all like "God what have I done?" well my brain doesn't care and I've still got ideas. I think I just like the idea of an aging rock band on tour, mortality and all that. Here we go gaiz SLASH SLASH SLASH.

Bobbi walked out of the shower and there was Swampy, sitting on his bed in pajamas reading a book.
"Hey there good looking." Bobbi sniffed, giving off false irritation.
"And you complain about me sneaking into rooms. I hope you're not in my nice soft bed dirty."  Swampy chuckled, turning a page.
"I've showered, don't worry, now get in the bed; we've got a big day ahead of us."  Bobbi sighed and groaned as he took off his glasses and sank into the goose feather bed.
"Yes, another day of interviews, practice and groupies."
"Don't forget sorting out Danny in the morning." They both laughed at this. While booking the hotel they were surprised that they could pick the type of mattresses they wanted. Danny immediately asked for a water bed and scoffed when his other band mates picked pillow top mattresses.

"Dudes, why wouldn't you get a water bed? We are rock stars; we can get whatever we want!" Swampy and Bobbi shared a look, finally the drummer spoke,
"Man, a water bed doesn't exactly give the best-" he wasn't surprised when he was interrupted
"Whatever dudes, you can act like old geezers if you want; I'm getting the water bed." Defeated Swampy and Bobbi decided that they weren't going to convince the guitarist otherwise and they went to settle in their respective rooms.

Bobbi gave a gasp, "Do you think he's going through a mid life crisis?" Swampy gave a shrug,
"If he is he'll get over it after tonight." Bobbi gave a light grunt before rolling over and closing his eyes. He suddenly got a mental image of the both of them, him on one side of the bed and Swampy on the other reading before he goes to sleep, something was wrong.
"What are we doing?" Swampy put down his book,
"What are you talking about man?" Bobbi sat up and turned on his light,
"Well, look at us, you're reading and I'm trying to go to sleep, in the same bed, with no attempt to fool around. We're like an old married couple!" Swampy now raised both eyebrows, messing around in bed hadn't even occurred to him when he snuck into the room, he just didn't want to sleep alone.
"Do you want to fool around? If so just say that, I can't read minds." Bobbi thought it over,
"Not the point, I was just thinking about how old and married we are." Bobbi started to chuckle again. "We might as well adopt a kid we're so domesticated."
"Boy or girl?" Bobbi furrowed and brow and then stopped immediately, causes wrinkles you know.
"Ohhh, a girl I think, I could dress her up and do her hair, it'd be nice." Swampy nodded in agreement and went back to his book. Bobbi moved to roll over and go to sleep for real this time, but stopped suddenly "Oh to hell with it, being married doesn't mean we have to be boring."  With that he knocked the book out of his lover's hand ignoring the drummers irritated,
"Hey what the hell man!" Bobbi straddled Swampy, his loving gaze meeting an irritated one, "Bobbi, why is it whenever we start one of my books has to suffer?" Bobbi didn't say anything; he just gave a passionate kiss as a response.

Bobbi woke up alone, a note taped to his forehead, "Went to get breakfast, be back later, yes I showered." Bobbi took to his daily routine, shower, hair done, makeup clean clothes, it was tough being beautiful. 15 minutes after he was ready Swampy walked in the door,
"Hey, got that low fat sausage thing you like and some stuff for Danny, ready to go wake him up?" Bobbi smirked, Danny was always the most difficult to get up, Bobbi took the longest to get read and Swampy couldn't function without breakfast and coffee.
"Oh, I'm so ready to see how he slept." They walked one door down and used the key card they conned from the front desk, opening the door Bobbi gave as loud as he could, "Rise and shine Danny boy!" There was a groan from the bed, Swampy chimed in;
"Come on we've got stuff to do today and I've got breakfast!" Danny sat up and with a cry of pain flopped back down.
"Guys," the guitarist choked out, "I'm in so much pain right now." The drummer and bassist shared a look, finally Swampy gave a sigh.
"Man, I tried to warn you, water beds give awful support." Danny groaned again,
"But I used to--"
"Used to is in the past Danny," Bobbi interrupted, "We're not twenty something's anymore, we need to think about things like back support" Danny just groaned again, Swampy was trying not to laugh while Bobbi shook his head. "Can you handle this Sherman? I'll pick out something for Old bones here to wear for the day." The drummer sighed and walked over to the bed while Bobbi rummaged through the guitarists clothes.
"Hold out your arms," and with a heave Danny was freed from his bed prison.
"Great, what do I do now?"
"Just calm down, some pain killers and a stretch will cure this."
"Sherman? Bobbi?"
"Yes Danny?
"Yea Man?"
"Don't tell anyone about this." Another look was shared.
"Wouldn't dream of it."
"Thanks guys." There was a pause, "Getting old isn't fun." Bobbi and Sherman laughed,
"It has it's moments."

Huuurrrr, I just love the idea of an aging rock group, yes I do. I got this idea after lying in a water bed for an hour yesterday and my back gave me problems. And I'm 19, wut.  Sorry gaiz, I'll stop writing these now. I think…Maybe…derp derp derp. I love Love Handel urrrrrrrrgh

Description
So remember when I was all like "God what have I done?" well my brain doesn't care and I've still got ideas. I think I just like the idea of an aging rock band on tour, mortality and all that. Here we go gaiz SLASH SLASH SLASH.

Bobbi walked out of the shower and there was Swampy, sitting on his bed in pajamas reading a book.
"Hey there good looking." Bobbi sniffed, giving off false irritation.
"And you complain about me sneaking into rooms. I hope you're not in my nice soft bed dirty."  Swampy chuckled, turning a page.
"I've showered, don't worry, now get in the bed; we've got a big day ahead of us."  Bobbi sighed and groaned as he took off his glasses and sank into the goose feather bed.
"Yes, another day of interviews, practice and groupies."
"Don't forget sorting out Danny in the morning." They both laughed at this. While booking the hotel they were surprised that they could pick the type of mattresses they wanted. Danny immediately asked for a water bed and scoffed when his other band mates picked pillow top mattresses.

"Dudes, why wouldn't you get a water bed? We are rock stars; we can get whatever we want!" Swampy and Bobbi shared a look, finally the drummer spoke,
"Man, a water bed doesn't exactly give the best-" he wasn't surprised when he was interrupted
"Whatever dudes, you can act like old geezers if you want; I'm getting the water bed." Defeated Swampy and Bobbi decided that they weren't going to convince the guitarist otherwise and they went to settle in their respective rooms.

Bobbi gave a gasp, "Do you think he's going through a mid life crisis?" Swampy gave a shrug,
"If he is he'll get over it after tonight." Bobbi gave a light grunt before rolling over and closing his eyes. He suddenly got a mental image of the both of them, him on one side of the bed and Swampy on the other reading before he goes to sleep, something was wrong.
"What are we doing?" Swampy put down his book,
"What are you talking about man?" Bobbi sat up and turned on his light,
"Well, look at us, you're reading and I'm trying to go to sleep, in the same bed, with no attempt to fool around. We're like an old married couple!" Swampy now raised both eyebrows, messing around in bed hadn't even occurred to him when he snuck into the room, he just didn't want to sleep alone.
"Do you want to fool around? If so just say that, I can't read minds." Bobbi thought it over,
"Not the point, I was just thinking about how old and married we are." Bobbi started to chuckle again. "We might as well adopt a kid we're so domesticated."
"Boy or girl?" Bobbi furrowed and brow and then stopped immediately, causes wrinkles you know.
"Ohhh, a girl I think, I could dress her up and do her hair, it'd be nice." Swampy nodded in agreement and went back to his book. Bobbi moved to roll over and go to sleep for real this time, but stopped suddenly "Oh to hell with it, being married doesn't mean we have to be boring."  With that he knocked the book out of his lover's hand ignoring the drummers irritated,
"Hey what the hell man!" Bobbi straddled Swampy, his loving gaze meeting an irritated one, "Bobbi, why is it whenever we start one of my books has to suffer?" Bobbi didn't say anything; he just gave a passionate kiss as a response.

Bobbi woke up alone, a note taped to his forehead, "Went to get breakfast, be back later, yes I showered." Bobbi took to his daily routine, shower, hair done, makeup clean clothes, it was tough being beautiful. 15 minutes after he was ready Swampy walked in the door,
"Hey, got that low fat sausage thing you like and some stuff for Danny, ready to go wake him up?" Bobbi smirked, Danny was always the most difficult to get up, Bobbi took the longest to get read and Swampy couldn't function without breakfast and coffee.
"Oh, I'm so ready to see how he slept." They walked one door down and used the key card they conned from the front desk, opening the door Bobbi gave as loud as he could, "Rise and shine Danny boy!" There was a groan from the bed, Swampy chimed in;
"Come on we've got stuff to do today and I've got breakfast!" Danny sat up and with a cry of pain flopped back down.
"Guys," the guitarist choked out, "I'm in so much pain right now." The drummer and bassist shared a look, finally Swampy gave a sigh.
"Man, I tried to warn you, water beds give awful support." Danny groaned again,
"But I used to--"
"Used to is in the past Danny," Bobbi interrupted, "We're not twenty something's anymore, we need to think about things like back support" Danny just groaned again, Swampy was trying not to laugh while Bobbi shook his head. "Can you handle this Sherman? I'll pick out something for Old bones here to wear for the day." The drummer sighed and walked over to the bed while Bobbi rummaged through the guitarists clothes.
"Hold out your arms," and with a heave Danny was freed from his bed prison.
"Great, what do I do now?"
"Just calm down, some pain killers and a stretch will cure this."
"Sherman? Bobbi?"
"Yes Danny?
"Yea Man?"
"Don't tell anyone about this." Another look was shared.
"Wouldn't dream of it."
"Thanks guys." There was a pause, "Getting old isn't fun." Bobbi and Sherman laughed,
"It has it's moments."

Huuurrrr, I just love the idea of an aging rock group, yes I do. I got this idea after lying in a water bed for an hour yesterday and my back gave me problems. And I'm 19, wut.  Sorry gaiz, I'll stop writing these now. I think…Maybe…derp derp derp. I love Love Handel urrrrrrrrgh