"What's size is a meduim town?"Dexter asked absent mindedly."I know the question sounds stuipd, but I never left this town, my parents were against the idea,and so am I."He then stated sighing.

"Well it isn't really considered a city, but it isn't like it's a small town either. I'd say it's about four miles wider than this town." He took a book out of the box and set it on a shelf as the boy spoke. Looking back over his shoulder, he raised an eyebrow. "You don't want to leave this town? Why?"

"My parents didn't want me to leave."Dexter stated sheepishly."And to be honest, I didn't want to either."

Tristan nodded, going back to his box, taking the last few items out of it before throwing it out the door. "Well whatever makes you happy I guess." He said absent mindedly. "But, honestly, there are way too many different places in the world for a person to stay in one place their whole entire life." He turned, and sat on the box that was next in his pile. "I mean, I've always wanted to go to Rome, and maybe Florida." He places his elbow on his knee and his chin on the palm of his hand. "Are you afraid to leave this town?"

"So do I..."Dexter stated.He infact wanted to leave and visit places.When he was a kid he would pretend he was in New York, then another day he might pretend he was on the moon."Because, when I was little my parents were told that I have a higher IQ."He stated looking around, the teen then sighed again.

Tristan moved and sat next to the boy, leaning back on the cushions of his futon. "I'm confused. Why would it matter if you had a higher IQ than other people or if you were as smart as everyone else? Are they afraid of you running away or something? I mean, you can leave whenever you turn eighteen right?" He lulled his head to the side and looked at Dexter. "I mean, if you ever want to leave your parents' house you could always crash here for a little while."

Dexter shook his head. He then sighed again."I'm just afraid that I might become like those pop stars. I don't want to have people chasing me askoing me questions. I hate when too many people come near me,and are excited. That makes me so nervous, and....and I feel like if I say something wrong I might hurt others."He stated looking at him.

Tristan nodded his head, "Well I think that if you want people to know what it is you're thinking then you have to tell them. Even if it hurts them at first, it can't be avoided, but after a while they learn to get over it and accept it." Turning his dark gaze to the younger male, he gave him a small smile. "And if they can't accept that you are that kind of person then you weren't meant to be friends with them in the first place."

That made Dexter's heart race a little out of panic."D-did I make you dislike me?If I did..I-I'm sorry."He then looked like he was going to cry."I-I have less than perfect people skills,and often do things to piss them off,and I don't mean to..."Dexter then added removing his hat.

Tristan smiled, placing a hand on the younger's head and ruffling his locks reassuringly. "I'm not mad and I don't hate you," he said softly, pausing before he continued, "I'm just telling you that people aren't going to know what you want if you don't tell them." Leaning back, he removed his fingers from the other's head and stared at the ceiling.

Dexter sighed and looked at him."Thanks..."He then went quiet for a moment,and thought of something.Standing up he then said in the sternest voice possible."I wanna join your group."

Tristan was slightly taken aback. "Join the group?" He asked, not quite understanding what the other was getting at. He raised a brow in question as he cocked his head to the side while he stared at the boy.

"Well yeah.I mean not as an actual band member,but as your accountant per-say."Dexter stated."I mean when you get more and more gigs your going to get more money,and I will help you guys manage the money,and put it into good use."He then added, he then smiled."Plus I'll get to travel to places, so it's a plus for me."

Tristan nodded his understanding, looking up at the ceiling with a slight smile. "That would be cool." He said softly then looked back to the boy, his deep gaze looking into the other's. "Wouldn't your parents mind though?" The teen asked, raising a brow, "I mean, if they don't want you to leave this town, wouldn't they have a problem with you living away from home? Not only that, but with a bunch of guys you hardly know, who for all they know could be a 'bad crowd'." He said, making quotes with his fingers at the end.

He shook his head."They were looking out for my safety,I mean if I went alone,then that would be a problem,but I'll be behind the scenes,and no one would really know I'm there,and they know that I know that I won't go near drugs."Dexter stated,he then turned his head away to keep from looking at Tristan's eyes.

He nodded his understanding, "But still, you need their permission, don't you?" Laying back on his futon, he folded his arm under his head, using it as a pillow. "Other than your parents agreeing, I have no problem with you tagging along with us where ever we go." He looked at the boy, with a raised brow. "Are you going to live with us, or just be traveling with us?" Tristan asked curiously.

"It depends."Dexter said after a moment of silence."If you plan of leaving in the next week then if it's alright with you then can I stay, but if it's in a year from now,then I'll stay at home until the day comes."He then sat down next to Tristian,and went quiet again.The teen placed his arms on his knees,and was in thought.

Tristan pursed his lips. "Well it's hard to say when we'll leave since we only travel to where our next gig is." Standing up he walked around the room before settling next to the window, staring out at the street below. "I think our next gig is in a week, we'll be gone for three days." Averting his gaze back to Dexter he smiled slightly, before leaning against the window sill.

He nodded his head."So....if you want me to join you guys,I guess I should start packing?"Dexter asked still a little nervous about the other members.Tristan seemed to be okay with the idea,but it's all or nothing.If the other's don't want him then he can't go.

((okay, I have an idea for a plot twist XD Evil me. Anyways, can you make up another profile for an uke(bottom), which will come into play later. Make him Dexter's cousin or something.....or something so that he can be introduced into the story easily :) okies?....Sorry I'm so demanding....my brain goes off on it's own sometimes -_-;; ))

The taller boy nodded tapping his chin thoughtfully, "Well I'm pretty sure that the others wouldn't mind, after all the one who manages our finances is Derrik, seeing as how he is the best at math." He chuckled softly before pushing away from his previous spot and made his way toward the door, motioning for the boy to follow him. He made his way down into the livingroom were the others were still taking their time unpacking, tapping his nuckle on the wall to catch their attention. They all looked up at him with questioning looks.

((-tilits head-.....>3...I think I know where your going,and no prob^^))
Dexter frowned,and followed him."A-are you going to test me?"He asked a little on the quiet side,and hoping that he wouldn't get Derrik angry.Before any big event Dexter would be very nervous,and a little slow to respond,but after a minute he'll be on the top of his game.The boy removed his hat,and showed his flatened hat hair."Um.....hello?"He asked in a meak voice, hoping that the rest of the group would react in a postive way.

((XD Well now I feel predictable. So yeah, just get that to me when you feel like it, no rush. in the mean time, I'm going to make up the profiles for Gill, Derrik, and Casey.))

Tristan chuckled softly and shook his head, "No testing." He said, trying to ease the boy's nerves. Looking back to the others he put on a stern face. "Dexter is going to be our financial advisor," his tone left no room for argument. Casey's mouth fell open in awe as he slowly nodded. Gill shrugged while Derrik stood up, his face turning red in anger.

"WHAT?!" He shouted, outraged. Tristan raised a dark brow at the outburst. "We don't need him! Are you trying to replace me?" Derrik growled, narrowing his eyes menacingly at the guitarist. The tall male rolled his eyes and shook his head.

"That isn't what I'm talking about, Derrik, calm down." Tristan said, trying to reason with the brunette. In response, Derrik growled and stormed from the room. With and exasperated sigh Tristan followed him.

Casey and Gill both shook their heads. The shaggy haired blond motioned for the nervous looking boy to sit on the couch across from him and the Asian while Casey offered Dexter a kind smile as he waved him over.

Dexter rushed over to them and sat down,he felt that it was his fault that Derrik got a little upset."Sorry..."He said meakly with his shoulders hunched over."I...I don't wana take his job..."The boy wasn't used to people being around him,well since he lived in a small town,and didn't have a lot of friends,so he started shaking.He placed his hat on his head,and wanted to shrink into the couch,and disappear.

Casey laughed softly, "Oh it's alright, it wasn't anything you did," the Asian said, trying to reassure the boy. Gill nodded his agreement.

"Derrik has a short temper and tends to jump to conclusions." The sandy haired blond stated, reclining into the soft cusions of the couch with a loud groan.

"Well, you know, I do think that he finds you as a threat," Casey said, resting his chin in the palm of his hand as he propped his elbow onto his knee.

Dexter looked at them and chuckled."You really think so?"He asked his mood changing to a happier tone."I mean, we might have arguememts,but I won't try and take his job."He added sighing."But I maybe we can have a showdown to prevent any kind of argument,and make arragenments for two accounting positions."He then suggested looking at the three of them.Even though he was a shy boy, when he was faced with an opponent then his shy personality would be burried under a firey competitiveness, however Dexter knew how to keep this competitiveness under control.