Don't You Think That I'm A Runner?

Not Sure How To Say This

After touring for Torches was over, we finally got to settle down for the time being while Mark and the guys worked on their follow up album. Mark bought a super nice house in the Hollywood Hills and I was loving the "normal" life we were getting to have, even if it was only temporary. I knew that as soon as the new album came out the non-stop touring would start back up again. 

Everything was going great with the band and with me and Mark. Or so I thought. 

The guys were into surfing and had gotten me into it too. We tried to fit in little surfing trips as often as we could, which wasn't much. We lived about 45 minutes away from our favorite spot. The best time to surf is early in the morning, so when we planned a trip we always had to get up super early. 

Before my alarm went off, I was woken up to the sound of my phone ringing. I heard Mark groan in frustration behind me as I opened my eyes and look at the clock to see how early it was. I hadn't planned on getting up for another half an hour. I turned back to look at Mark and saw an over-exaggerated pout on his lips. He was awake, but not happy about it. I started to get out of bed to get the phone, but he grabbed me by the hips and pulled me back into a spooning position.

"Come on babe, you know we have to get up before they get here."

"No we don't. We can stay in bed a little longer," he whined.

He nestled his face into my neck and I couldn't help but to give in. I was so comfortable and warm in his arms that were wrapped around my torso. Plus, I loved sleeping with him in our own bed instead of a bunk on the tour bus. Here, we could go to sleep and wake up any time we wanted and not have to worry about rushing around to keep to a schedule. It was also nice that it was just us. There were always tons of people around on the road.

I must have fell right back sleep because the next thing I knew, I jumped awake at the sound of the phone going off again. This time I made myself get up and answer it. I looked at the screen to see that it was Ponsi who was calling. 

"Hello?" I was still groggy.

"Are you guys still sleeping??"

"Well, not anymore."

"Dude. Seriously? You didn't hear my banging on the door?" 

"No, you're already here?"

"Yes, let us in! We're ready to go!"

I hung up the phone and crawled over to Mark on the bed. I leaned down to kiss him on the head. "Get up. I'm going to let the guys in."

He tried to grab me by the arm and pull me back into bed again. "Noooo, you're so warm, cuddle me," he protested. It was tempting, but I resisted. I ripped the covers off of him so he would get up and I went downstairs to let the guys inside. As soon as he heard the door unlock, he barged in. 

"Morning, sleeping beauty! Have anything for breakfast?"

"Mmhmm," I mumbled as I stepped aside to let Sean and Isom inside. They all sat down at the table as I went to get the orange juice and glasses. This had become something of an unofficial routine before each trip. I got out the bacon and eggs and started making breakfast for them.

By the time the food was done, Mark still hadn't come downstairs. 

"Is he ever going to get up?" Isom asked me.

I shrugged, "I dunno. I tried to get him up. You know he doesn't do mornings."

"Ten minutes and we're leaving without his ass," Sean said.

"Fine by me," I agreed.

Only a few seconds later, Mark walked into the kitchen with his wet suit on. "Why is everyone conspiring to leave me behind?" He had heard us talking.