I woke up sore from the night before to the sound of an alarm. Jaime and I had um... played cards backstage last night. If you know what I mean.

I turned over facing away from Jaime's godly chest and reached for my phone. There was a little shelf at the top of the bunk for small things and I grabbed for my phone. I pulled it down, off the charger, and drunkenly turned it off. I wasn't drunk, but it was 8 a.m. and I felt drunk from the amount of tired I was.

"Babe," I whispered, kissing Jaime's nose. "Time to get up."

His eyes fluttered open and he grinned wildly, "You know, Carter. I love waking up like this."

I grinned and kissed him on the lips. He pulled me on top of him and deepened the kiss. After a few minutes, I put my hands on his chest and pushed away. "We need to go help, babe," I sighed.

"Fine," he stuck out his bottom lip. "But you better not wear anything but the apron."

"Jaime," I smacked his chest. "I don't want to get burnt. Although, I wouldn't mind seeing you cook without a shirt," I winked.

"Nope," he popped the 'p' and hopped down from the bunk, holding his arms out. I jumped into his arms and threw mine around his neck. He walked into the bathroom and stood me up. I brushed my teeth and pulled my hair into a topknot, when Jaime walked back in holding my favorite sweater, a pair of his boxers, and a pair of Vans.

I laughed. "What is it with you and wanting me to wear your boxers?"

"It lets everyone know you're mine," he grinned, kissing my forehead.

"If I have to wear these, you have to wear my high heels," I giggled. He left the bathroom and I resumed what I had been doing. I was fussing with my liquid eyeliner when Jaime stood in the doorway, wearing nothing but a pair of tighty whities and pink high heels. I busted out laughing and got out my phone, taking a couple of pictures. I was about to pee my pants from laughing so hard. Finally, he took them off and put some clothes on. I was able to finish my morning routine and get to where everyone else was cooking breakfast by nine.

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It was almost 10 and a few of the bands had begun to show up. We had told everyone we were going to cook breakfast today. I didn't actually expect such a good turn out for as early as it was, but I guess all these guys hadn't had homemade food in a while.

Mike and I were chuckling because we had made our own game. It was kind of like Russian roulette. We poured vodka into ten of the cups of orange juice. They all had little marking so that we knew, but no one really thought much of the unicorn stickers we had stuck on the cups. So far, only two people had gotten one. It was Justin and Gavin. I mean, I didn't purposefully hand them to them, but I did mention that some of the cups had prizes in them and nonchalantly pointed out the stickers.

After about two hours of watching immature boys choke on OJ and vodka, we decided to clean up.

"That was delicious," Justin slurred slightly.

"Thank Mike and Vic. They're the real cooks here," I laughed.

"They're not nearly as hot," Justin whispered with a wink. Jaime came over and mumbled something about a phone call before pulling me away.

"I'm getting really uncomfortable with this," he looked at me with pleading eyes.

"Justin knows I have a boyfriend, babe. Don't worry," I cupped his face.

"But does he?" He pleaded. "You never stop him. You blush and say 'thanks', but I haven't heard you tell him you have a boyfriend."

"Okay. Next time, I'll make sure he knows," I pursed my lips.

"Good," he smiled softly. "Because, you're mine."

"Always," I crashed out lips together.

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Alex, Jack, Zack, and I were doing our little pre-show ritual. I had a sock in my shorts and was dressed like a dude. We sang random songs and jumped around. I changed back into my clothes from earlier with a tank top instead of my sweater, and got ready for show time. I was less nervous now that I had been doing it for about a week or so. But, I still got really nervous.

The minute Of Mice & Men's set ended, we started getting everything changed around. Mics adjusted, my drum set set up just how I liked it, amps rolled on and off, the whole shebang.

After five long, nerve-racking minutes, we were ready to start the show. I smiled and walked on, sitting down at my stool. The others bounded on after me, laughing and grinning at the sea of fans. I put a hand over my eyes to try and see out into the crowd. I looked around and stopped when I saw a few girls one each other's shoulders holding up a sign. FUCK YEAH, CARTER! I beamed and then nodded at Alex that I was ready when he was.

He did a short intro and he nodded back at me to count them off. 1...2...1...2...3...4...

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I was dripping sweat after the set. I gave it even more effort today than I usually did. I towelled off and waited for Pierce the Veil to start. After I sang with Vic and came back on to bow and shit, I had to blast over to the ATL tent for a signing. Since I was the official drummer, at least for the rest of tour, I had to do whatever Rian would normally do. It meant signings, interviews, morning meetings, etc. I loved it.

I smiled at the first girl in line who sheepishly handed me a poster with my picture on it. I hadn't even realized that they changed the posters. I know Adam Elmakias had made a makeshift photo shoot a few days ago, but I hadn't realized it was for new posters. I signed my name in loopy cursive just under my chin. I smiled and thanked the girl for coming out. Next was a boy who looked like he was in his early twenties. He winked at me and I signed my name, making small talk and thanking him for coming out today.

It was an hour past when we were supposed to get done with the signing, but we were at the last few people, and we didn't want them to wait in line for two hours just to be sent away. The last girl was a tall blonde who was very pretty, she smiled and told me she was a huge fan. Zack was listening intently to out conversation, obviously thinking she was hot. We talked for a while before she said she had to go. Zack told her that if she wanted to go to the New York show, he could get her in and backstage for free.

I smiled at these boys. They were definitely growing on me. I couldn't believe I wouldn't see them or Jaime for who knows how long after Warped was over.

Notes

Has anyone else heard about that whole Kellin thing?
Yeah. Well, it's stupid. I personally think it's a little self-centered that it's all about Kellin, but it is a good deal overall.
Also, whoever said "I'd pay $80 to kick Copeland across the stage." NO. YOU ARE AN AWFUL HUMAN BEING.
Anywhore... yeah.
I've been meaning to update, but I've been busy and my computer's been crapping out on me and all that jazz.
Here's yo update, mah baby plugs.
Keep on keepin' on.
xoxo, Claire :*