Erica giggles,flipping a burger artfully...artfully onto the floor. " burger down! " she exclaims to no one in particular. She slips the burgers replacement onto the grill. " you are a good man,dally. A cute,and good man. Fuch liars." She toasts with a non existent glass. " I can see your morning is going...high" she cracks up and flaps her arms. "Mine? Mine is going along full steam. I had a lovely mushroom omelette for breakfast." She says with a wink.

" poof!" Erica says,making her best magic hand motions. Erica looks suitably impressedI...and then filled with motherly worry. " no real food,dally?? How can you expect decent beard growth without a proper breakfast ?! Look at my beard,I rarely eat breakfast,so it does not grow in. We need you beardy,dally!" She says,sounding like a psychotic June cleaver. Erica tosses ther ground burger back on the grill.impressed at dallas' lack of dainty. " hell yeah. The fire will take care of any creepies" dirt ? Probably not

Erica hugs DAllas tightly. She had been wanting to all morning.he just looked huggable. As they hug over the grill,Erica starts giggling,shaking them both. " dally, I dont know if this is just the heat from the grill..but you're getting me hot!" Erica looks very impressed with the pizza intake,but is thrown off track by the corn flakes mention. " what the fuck,kellin? ! Corn flakes are the worst cereal ever.bor-ring!" She says distastefully. Erica would not suffer boring things in her liFe. Erica strokes her smooth chin,proud of her beardlessness. " eggs eggs. .." she mutters,looking for some and a pan to grill them on. Finding them,she picks up a chef hat and dons it. " coming right up...unless you want runny yolks. I will not support gross habits"

Erica squeaks and leaps back,fanning dallas' crotch with her chef's hat. " oh god,oh god,dustyn will never forgive me if I cook you into a eunuch! " Erica flips the burgers onto a plate with a giggle. " no mayo or pickles. They suck,and I don't like to touch them." This is how Erica cooks,if she doesnt like something,you aren't getting it. " even drunk,fuck corn flakes. They look like scabs floating in milk. Gross " Erica shakes her head,with a horrible looking.expression on her face. " when Dallas mentions runny yolks,Erica just blankly stares"......do you put ketchup on them too?" She asks,swinging her spatula.

Dustyn and Dallas walk along the beach together hand in hand. They pair decided to take a little stroll as the place has quietened down at this time so they won't be pestered by many people plus the stuffy tour bus wasn't exactly the most inviting place to be. Dustyn decided to fly over to visit for a few days as his schedule is finally clear and Dallas is always his first priority whenever he has free time. Of course his kids come first and being a popstar is a job he can't really get away from and that all consumes his time but if there is ever a space in the diary, he will make a point of seeing Dallas and never lets an opportunity to be with him pass on by. The pair have been dating for over half a year now and if things are really about to progress, Dustyn doesn't want to take a back seat and have Dallas grow tired of waiting around for him. Being on tour and quickly making a name for himself, Dallas is probably presented with many "fun" opportunities and has people all over him so Dustyn wants to make it clear to Dallas that he really does care about him and that even though the relationship is a very long distance one, he is still fully committed.

"Your hand is so big against mine!" Dustyn says with a little giggle, gently squeezing his boyfriend's hand. He carries his shirt in his other hand, walking along the beach in just his shorts and a pair of flip flops. Dustyn has been trying to teach Dallas some Irish Gaelic phrases since he arrived today but to no avail since the tricky language doesn't exactly roll of the tongue. "Hmm...can you at least say tá tú gleoite?" Dustyn asks this as if it were any easier than all of the other hard phrases he has thrown at Dallas.

Having Dallas all to himself right now is exactly what Dustyn wants. It's not because he only wants Dallas to focus on him. It's actually due to the fact that Dustyn hates tour buses and gets very claustrophobic when inside them. Even with Weekend, he hates being in the tour bus. He doesn't mind sleeping in one and spending a little time in them but after a while he starts to panic and the last thing he wants is to create a fuss around Dallas and his band mates who he barely knows. "The beach looks so pretty. Minus my milk bottle coloured body, this place would looks so perfect." he giggles.

Dustyn squeezes Dallas' hand playfully again. "Oh really? Here was me thinking that it meant you has a huge willy. You just passed up on a great opportunity to boast." He pokes his tongue out and leans against Dallas as they walk, resting his arm against his boyfriend's. "You sure you doesn't even wants to learn the swear words. It's cool because you can gets away with saying rude things to people and they doesn'ts even know!" Dustyn giggles then searches around his pockets for his sunglasses. He takes them out only to see that they have cracked. "Oh no! Well these is just rubbish to me now."

"I think it is so pretty when it is quiet and you actually gets to appreciate it. Beaches tend to annoy me most other times 'cause it is filled with annoying people and the ones back in the UK is filled with seagulls and they scare me. Beaches over here is nice. They isn't filled with broken bottles and scrawny teenage guys trying to tan their pasty arse cheeks. I has just basically described myself" Dustyn laughs softly. "I is from Tipperary. It's just like old buildings and grass over there so the sand is a nice change even if it is getting in between my toes and annoying me now."

"Aw Dallas, you shouldn'ts bring yourself down. You know you is well over two inches, maybe even three when you is really in the mood for it. If it's more than a mouthful, it's just a waste." Dustyn laughs and playfully nudges Dallas. He loves being able to joke around with him and just have the most random conversations. It keeps him sane and reminds him that he can act like a normal young guy and not have to be 'Dustyn Blue - Overworked Superstar' 24/7. "I can'ts imagine you ever getting mad at someone, you is always so placid. In fact, I doesn't even wants to imagine you when you is angry. The quieter ones is always the scariest when they finally lose it. I has seen Riley Hamilton go off once and that was enough." Dustyn inspects his sunglasses before sighing and putting them away. "Must have cracked them when I was moving around. Oh well." He shrugs and begins to feel his stomach rumbling which Dallas can probably hear too. "Ooh I sounds like a mini earthquake!" he giggles.

"I don'ts know. Sometimes I pray for quiet. I enjoy the noise for the most part but sometimes when you is just surrounded with chaos, it can get very overwhelming and sometimes it feels like I'm just running on autopilot. I can'ts drown anything out and just focus on myself for a bit. I was thinking of moving back to my old little town in Tipperary but I wouldn'ts be welcome." When Dallas mentions skin cancer, Dustyn chuckles and looks at his arms. "That reminds me, better not stay out for too long. I is Irish, I just burn in the heat."

"Must have been a cold day last time we fooled around. Taked me five minuted before I realised it was already in me." Dustyn laughs and pokes his tongue out at Dallas, just to make sure he knows that he's joking and not taking a dig at him as this topic can be quite insulting to some men. "Dallas, you doesn't push people. That's not very ladylike." he laughs softly and holds his stomach as it rumbles again. "Yeah....starving. Anyway, what did the guy who punch you look like? Wants me to find him and kick his butt?" he asks with a little giggle. "I'll bite his ankles."

"Yeah I gets what you mean about silence but sometimes it's good to just take a step back. When I was caught up in lots of stuffs like drugs and that, I had to take a break and spend some time in a rehabilitation place in the countryside. If I just stayed within all the lights and noise I'd probably be dead now." When Dallas asks why he won't be receiving a warm welcome back in his home town, he looks a little awkward like it's a touchy subject. "Um...the community I grew up in isn't exactly huge supporters of the LGBT community. Plus I has said a few things about the people there in the press and I don'ts think I is their favouritest person at the moment." Dustyn laughs lightly but it's clear that it's a forced one.

"I hates it when people is rude to fans. I know fans get excited but some security guards just take it too far. Some girl wanted to gives me a hug and she was carted off like one of the world's most wanted criminals." When Dallas highlights Dustyn's size he laughs and playfully punches Dallas' arm then flexes his arms. For someone of his stature, you could say he has a good build but compared to that of Dallas, security guards and most other guys that are bigger than him, he doesn't stand a chance in a scrap. "I is much stronger than I look!" he giggles. "Oh I really needs to pee! I knew I shouldn't has drinked all that Dr Pepper on the way here."

"Yeah I guess everyone is just different. Generally being alone allows me to just relax and detox, step away from all that crap. It wasn't the case in late 2012 though. I was going through so many different drugs, the last few months of that year is just a blur and I didn'ts even need to be in a club or surrounded by people. I'd just do lines in my kitchen when I was home alone. I still has the odd line now and again....and the light stuff like weed. I loves getting high. I admit it, I love drugs but I don'ts wanna go back to the dark days though. Back then I was combining like heroin...cocaine and eh...morphine together. Crazy shit like that." Since Dallas is no stranger to drugs, Dustyn feels like he can actually talk to him and not be judged. Of course drug abuse is nothing to boast about but for a recovering addict like Dustyn it is kinda hard to move on if the subject of drugs is taboo and nobody wants to listen or even try to understand what he's been through. Dustyn laughs when Dallas makes the joke about people in his old town. "Yeah, can you imagine it though? They was all a very proper, Catholic, by the book little community and then I arrive!" Dustyn jumps up starts to do some jazz hands. "Hello, I is here to turn your world upside down!" he laughs.

"Some fans scare me and they can get a little...too close for comfort but again, I do understand what it's like. If I was in the same room as Madonna, the security would have me escorted from the premises within two seconds and I'd has a restraining order slapped on me." he laughs softly. "Dropkick? Ouch....oh and we has personal security but it's not like the one guy that we hire. Wherever we need to go somewhere we call up the company and they send out as many guys as we need. I doesn't has like a bodyguard with me when I go out shopping or anything. It's only if there is going to be a big crowd turning up for an organised event. I doesn'ts really like the security though. They is dicks." Dustyn tries his best to tense up his muscles when Dallas squeezes his arm and giggles when Dallas suggests peeing in the water. "Well I might has to, actually. I swear if this gets photographed I is gonna kill you!" he laughs and starts to make his way down to the water. "After this, can we go get some fries? My stomach is eating itself."