Las Vegas. Everything was fun and everyone had a good time. Except for me because I was stuck on the bus with a fever and nausea. Earlier today I had been eating some bad chicken and it had caught up with me now. I was lying in my bunker with a bucket next to me. Feeling like crap. Why me of all people? WHY ME?!

Then Spot entered the bus and he looked at me.
"Still feeling like shit?" he asked.
"Mhm" I grunted and glanced at him.
"I have some tea for you here, and then I need to talk to you" he said and sat down on the bunker across from mine. I looked at him and accepted the small bottle of warm tea. Warm tea in a bottle? Sure, why not?
"What do you want to talk about?" I asked.
"There are two things I need some help with, one thing is about Jessica and the other one is about… Ed" he said and looked worried.
"Why don’t you take Jessica first, because I can feel that the Ed thing is going to take some time to talk about" I said and I think I had a feeling about what it was about. It was about Ed and that thing in his hands.
"I’m going to propose to Jessica when we play our set in Miami, and I was just thinking… Should I do it or not?" he said and blushed a little.
"You’re proposing? Oh God, that’s adorable" I said and I was filled with happiness. Spot grinned a little and then he pulled up a small box and opened it. Inside there was a beautiful ring in silver, with a small diamond.
"It’s so beautiful" I said and teared up. It was one of the most beautiful rings I had ever laid my eyes on.

"You don’t think it’s to early for me to pop the question?" he asked.
"William Spencer, do you love this woman?" I asked and looked at him.
"With all my heart" he said and blushed a little again.
"Then you better pop that question, because if you love her and I know for sure that she loves you, by the way she cried on the phone and everything… You two will make a perfect husband and wife" I said with a smile. He smiled and nodded.
"She’s my everything" he said.
"Then do it" I said and laughed. He nodded and took back the ring, and put away the small box.
"Then about Ed" he said and swallowed. His smile faded and he looked worried again. I got worried myself just by looking at him.
"What is it about him?" I asked.
"I think Ed… I think… How should I put it… Ed… He… I think he’s doing… drugs" Spot said and looked at me.
"What?" I gasped and stared at him.
"I don’t know for sure but I just have this feeling, and I don’t want to talk about it with the other guys… Since it’s just a thought but… I just… I don’t know" he said and sighed.
"I think you’re right" I said and nodded.
"You think?" he asked, a bit surprised. I told him what I had seen and Spot looked surprised. We shouldn’t jump to conclusions but that was really one way of seeing it. Ed might be doing drugs.
"What should we do? Should we talk to him?" I asked.
"No, I think we should… Wait and see I guess" Spot said and shrugged.
"Maybe someone walk in on him doing it, then he have to well… confess" I said and nodded. Then I felt nauseous again and soon after I puked into the bucket.
"God, you’re okay?" he asked and frowned a little. I shook my head and shivered. I hated the feeling of puking. The taste. The smell. Everything.
"Do you want something?" Spot asked. I shook my head and walked over to the bathroom to clean up the bucket. Fill the contents in to the toilet and wash it out in the shower.
"You’re really pale, you should maybe get some sleep" he said and looked at me.
"Yeah… Maybe I should" I said and brushed my teeth.
"I’ll put up a note on the door, so they now you’re asleep when they get back" he said and smiled.
"Thank you Spot" I said and smiled back. He left the bus and I looked at myself in the mirror. Ed doing drugs? Wow. What would happen next on this freaking tour? Would someone get into an accident? Would someone die? With everything that had happened so far I wouldn’t be surprised at all.