Nobody Can Save Me

I can't convince you to just believe this is real 20

A/N: Boring and fluffy, sorry lol. The cocoa thingy I did read online, had to use it!

Enjoy!

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Next day they were having just a normal day inside before they would head to the interview later. Brad had made some coffee and the drummer was sitting cross legged on his couch reading a book. That wasn't a surprise for Brad and he adored the sight. But the drummer hadn't really had talked after he had confessed his feelings. It really wasn't even a confession. Rob should have already realized the guitarist had strong feelings and wasn't playing with him.

"Here", he handed a cup of the black liquid magic for the drummer and sat beside him.

Rob nodded and gave him a quick smile before turning his eyes back to the book. And pushed his glasses with his index finger. The guitarist wanted to sigh but he didn't want to be annoying. He would have wanted to talk and hear what the drummer was thinking but maybe the other just needed some time. Instead he concentrated to study those beautiful features. The lips that were serious and the dark eyes that had so much emotions behind.

"Brad. You're staring at me again", the drummer slammed his book shut.

The other frowned cause of the tone. Rob was mad. "Yes I was. But... Why are you mad?"

He reached to touch the drummer but he stood up almost pouring the coffee on his lap. "I'm not mad."

"Oh yes you are. I haven't seen that look many times on your face but I do recognize it. Why?", Brad leaped after him.

"No I'm not", the drummer tried to leave but Brad grabbed his arm.

"Stop! And stop lying to me!", Brad grunted. Hate it when he won't talk, he thought.

But when he got the other to turn around it wasn't anymore pure anger. It was more like sadness laced with anger. And then the tears started to fall. Brad sighed and pulled him into a hug.

"Please talk to me okay? I want to know if I did something to make you this upset so I won't do it again", he whispered after a while and gently guided the drummer to sit back on the couch.

Rob muttered, "But that's it. Cause you can't say you love me. Next thing you will leave me alone. I know it."

Brad sighed heavily again and entwined their fingers. "No. I'm not going to leave you. I just said it out loud. It... it doesn't mean it is a new feeling. And I'm going to say it again, I love you Rob. I really, really do. A lot. So stop running. Cause there is nothing you can do that could chase me away. And I am saying that as many time as is needed so that you will believe it."

Rob wiped his eyes and wondered what he should say. He wanted to just let go but then there was this other voice telling that it would all fall apart anyway.

"Don't. You will draw blood next", Brad laughed little and pulled the lip free that the drummer was chewing. Another habit the drummer couldn't stop.

You're too good to me. Too good to be true", Rob said finally.

Brad shook his head smiling and pulled the hand he was holding to his lips. "And you're an idiot. And you think too much, again!" Wish I could just put all of his bad thoughts and emotions to a box and lock forever, he thought.

"Don't be so mean", the drummer said pouting but his eyes had gotten the sparkle back.

"I won't. If you try to stop the over analyzing and trust me", Brad tilted his head.

"I try. But... you know how hard it is when you second guess yourself all the time. And he others, what they think about you. I'm scared that I am not enough. That someday you get fed up and leave", the drummer mumbled.