Robert got up around ten thirty, very hungover, all but fell out of his bunk, managed to get on his feet, walked three steps, and fell over, asleep again. Twenty minutes later he woke up again and got up, stumbling fuzzily towards the bathroom for a shower. The bus was empty since all the other band members, being 'early' risers, had gotten up at nine fifty and gone out for breakfast. Twenty minutes later Robert emerged from the bathroom, wearing only boxers, hair pulled up under a towel turban to dry. He was rifling through his clothes when he heard a click and a whir and saw a bright flash. Blinking confusedly he turned in circles, trying to figure out what was going on. Then he heard a giggle.

"Simon... what the fuck?" Simon waved a disposable camera in the air, annoying grin plastered on his face. Robert grimaced, the situation coming clear suddenly as he remembered how he was attired. "Give me that camera!"

Simon giggled again, dodging his friend's lunge and then cracking up as Robert went sailing right into the wall. He was laughing so hard that Robert had time to recover and crawl unhappily over to grab his legs. Simon fell over as Robert tugged his legs to the side, smirking.

"Now, give me the camera!" Simon laughed harder and shook his head fervently.

"No... no way... Robin!" He managed through his laughter. "I'm... selling it... to the press..." Robert frowned at him and he laughed harder. "I have pictures of everyone! And you... with... your... lovely... towel... hat..." Simon cracked up again. Robert thought on the problem for a moment, then smacked Simon.

"OW!" Simon whined.

"It is too damn early for this." Robert said, forgetting that it was about eleven fifteen. "Give me the camera, NOW!" Simon whimpered jokingly and then started laughing again, hiding the camera behind him.

"Uh uh. Mine!" Simon giggled as Robert started tickling his sides, trying to get at the camera. "STOP! No FAIR! ROBIN!" Simon brought one leg up and kicked Robert in the stomach, watching bemusedly as his friend let go and rocked back onto his heels, holding his stomach unhappily.

"Nothing good is happening to me today," Robert whined. Simon cocked his head to one side and got up, moving over to sit by his friend.

"Sorry." Robert glared at him. Simon sighed heavily. "Oh fine. You can have the stupid camera." He held out the camera dramatically and Robert took it. "It isn't like I don't have five more." Simon muttered under his breath.

"Anyways, I wanted to tell you something," Simon continued, getting up to lean against a wall. Robert looked at him for a few seconds before standing up also.

"What?"

"Oh, you know..." Simon trailed off. Robert went very white. He'd been laughing at all the stupid stories on the Internet the other day, thinking how unlikely all that was, but this definitely looked like one of those overdone scenes. Simon shifted uncomfortably, not meeting Robert's shocked gaze. Robert tried hard to think of what to do. Simon was his best friend and he didn't want to hurt his feelings. If making out with him was what he wanted then he'd just have to hook up with him.

Gathering all his hung over strength, Robert leaned in and kissed Simon. At first his friend didn't respond, but then started to kiss him back, opening his mouth shyly. To his surprise, Robert was actually enjoying all this. When Simon pulled back Robert spoke first.

"It's okay Si."

"What?"

"It's okay."

"What is?"

"That you're in love with me of course."

"What the fuck are you talking about? You kissed me!"

"That was because I knew you were going to confess your undying love, though!"

"What? I was going to tell you I shrunk your socks in the wash!"

"WHAT!"

"YEAH! SO WHY THE HELL DID YOU KISS ME?"

"But I love my socks!"

"Oh never mind about the socks!" Simon moved forward and kissed his confused and pissed off friend. Robert didn't move, and Simon pulled back.

"Well, you said it was okay."

"What?"

"If I was in love with you. You said it was okay. After all, you're nice to kiss."

Robert looked incredibly confused, then laughed.

"Come on. I want breakfast."

"Robert?"

"Yeah?"

"It's twelve o'clock. I think you want lunch."

"Oh. Can I still have waffles?"

"Sure." Simon discreetly grabbed his forgotten camera and followed Robert out the door, wondering how long it would take his friend to notice he was still in his boxers and towel turban.