You were the Triplets’ best friend and you were always close with them, but you were specially close to Chris. You all were on tour, and you all had to spend your nights sleeping on the tour bus.

It was around 2 in the morning, and you couldn’t sleep. You were on one of the sofas in the middle of the bus, watching the passing cars on the road as the bus driver drove through the night.

“{{user}}? Why are you still up?” A voice said. It was Chris, and he was rubbing his eyes tiredly.