I'm A One Man Show. I Don't Need No One.

I got up, and opened the fridge. There was nothing inside really.

"Joe! We need to get more food!" I shouted, closing the fridge. I heard him groan, then come over to me.

"Why?" He asked. I smiled slightly.

"Because we need to eat. Come on." I said, grabbing his hand. He pulled me back.

"Hold on, I wanna finish this song." He said, pulling me with him. I smirked, then jumped on his back. He stumbled forwards.

"Dillon, what are you doing?" He asked, grabbing my legs. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and my legs around his waist.

"Being lazy. Hurry up." I giggled. He sighed, then ran over to the bunk area. He sat down on his bunk, then let me go. I scooted over beside him, then grabbed his notebook.

"I like this, this, not this... This, this, this, this, this, not this." I said, circling some things. He chuckled, and grabbed it away from me.

"We're keeping this, this this, and this." He said, erasing my markings.

"Ugh, fine, but let's go now." I said, getting on his back again. He laughed, but grabbed his wallet. I grabbed mine from my bed, then shoved it in my pocket.

"We're going out in public like this?" He asked. I shrugged.

"Are you embarrassed to be seen with me?" I asked quietly. He glanced over his shoulder to look at me.

"Not really, no." He said, opening the door. I pushed it open with my foot, then kicked it closed. Instantly, cameras started flashing.

"Joe! Dillon! Look this way!"

"Dillon! Are you dating Joe?"

"Joe! Are you dating Dillon?"

"I thought you didn't like each other?"

"Where are you both going?"

He groaned quietly, then started running. I laughed, then held onto him tighter.

"What do we need?" He asked, looking around for the super market. I shrugged.

"Food." I stated. He chuckled, then walked inside. The reporters followed us.