*Ricky's POV*
I groaned as I rolled over. The bed was cold and empty, meaning Ghost had gone back to the guys. My eyes burned like fuck from crying, but I felt a hell of a lot better after letting my feelings out. I checked my phone, seeing that I'd only slept for about an hour. I slid out of my bunk, stretching my arms over my head. Someone giggled at the squeaking noise I made. I immediately knew it was Ghost. Smiling, I tore open the curtain to his 'feminine quarters' as I like to call it. I couldn't help but laugh at the scared expression on his face. I closed his curtain again and went into the lounge. Before I got out there, I could hear the light snoring I knew belonged to Chris, and my smile grew. I felt my heart swell as the thought of him. I love him to death, and though I may not be able to be with him, I'll always be with him as his best friend, and having him in my life as just a friend is better than not having him at all. The guys said they were happy I was feeling better, and then Balz apologized again. Looking back at Chris, I started biting on the inside of my lip as I tried not to comment on how adorable he was right now.
"Holy shit!" Balz yelled, making me jump and hit Chris. "I figured it out! Ricky get your ass over here!" I furrowed my eyebrows and slowly got up. He yanked me into his bunk and ripped the curtain shut. He straddled me, pinning my shoulders down, a wild look in his eyes. "I figured it out! " He whispered loudly. "I know who it is!" I looked at him like he was crazy. "Is it Chris?" He mouthed. I felt my face get hot as I nodded. Do I really make it that obvious? I hopped out of the bunk and sat on the floor like I had an hour ago. Chris was awake now, thanks to me hitting him, so I'm basically just staring at his feet right now. Balz started whining, dragging out the 'I' and 'y' in my name. I spun around and playfully glared at him. He fake pouted, telling me he wasn't done talking to me. I rolled my eyes then started to get up, only to be stopped by him telling me we could just talk later. I looked up, seeing that perfect smile on Chris's face. Holy fuck. He's gorgeous.
"Feeling better?" I bit my tongue and grinned as I nodded. His smile grew bigger. "Good." I could feel myself blush a little, but thankfully my hair and makeup hid it.
*Balz's POV*
I brought my hands up to my face as I sighed once again. Why is this so hard to figure out? I don't know how I feel. All I know is that I've been having dreams lately, and they really turn me on. I don't get it. This has never happened before. The dreams, the thoughts, the confusion. I've never had any of it. Maybe it's just from being trapped in the bus for two and a half months. This is so fucking frustrating. I need to talk to Ricky. He might not be up considering it's one in the morning, but oh well. I need to talk to him. Hopping out of my bunk, I went to the back where the rest of the bunks are. Standing in the middle of the room, I whispered his name.
"Ricky? You awake?"
"Yea." He opened the curtain. I motioned for him to come out into the front of the bus with me. Sighing, he got up and followed me. He sat down on the couch with his legs out in front of him, and I sat between his legs, putting mine around him. Even if it doesn't seem like it, Rick and I are the closest in the band. The guys used to tease us and ask if we were a couple. We weren't surprised, though, we do act pretty gay with each other.
I looked down, playing with my fingers. He looked at me, a small, soft smile on his lips. I guess he could tell I was frustrated and a little nervous because he took my hand in his. I smiled a bit.
"How did you know you were in love?" He raised his eyebrow.
"What?"
"How did you figure out that you're in love with him?" He gave me a weird look then took a deep breath.
"Uh, I don't know. Whenever I was around him my heart would speed up and I would get really nervous and awkward. Then when we were together, I'd start getting this urge to kiss him or hug him, then I always found myself thinking about him, or staring without realizing. I even caught myself absent-mindedly thinking about marrying him." He laughed slightly. Fuck. Just about the only thing, I haven't done is think about marriage. I can't be in love. I can't. That would ruin fucking everything. Shit shit shit. He looked back up at me. He took my hand again when he saw the fear in my eyes. "Why?"
"Because I... Rick, I think- I think I'm in love with-"
