Amnesia >> M.C

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Infinity

I wiped the sweat away from my brow line as I tied my bright blue hair away from my eyes. My heart was still racing with adrenaline, it was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to fall out of my chest. My cheeks hurt from how much I was smiling and my throat feels raw, I might not have a voice tomorrow,but it's all worth. Performing on stage in front of crowds is my calling. The adrenaline of it all is what I live for, it's what I crave, and I feel like tonight's performance was by far the best show I've had the whole tour.

I sipped harshly on my water bottle, downing the cold liquid within seconds as I exited mine and Ashley's dressing room right as the guys walked out of theirs. Michael was instantly by my side and wrapped his arm around my waist.

"You killed it tonight Finn! I didn't know you had all of that in ya." Michael grinned down at me as I rolled my eyes playfully.

"There's more to me than just a pretty little face and voice Mikey, I thought you knew that?" I teased him, but really tonight really was a great night for me.

Considering we were playing in my home town, or the town I was born in, I wanted to make it special or at least different from the rest. Even though I give my all with each performance something inside me kind of just clicked and well, out came the awe-inspiring performer that was locked deep inside my mind.

"A pretty face, a pretty voice,and above all a crazy mind. I know you, Finn." Michael pointed out as we all climbed on to the tour bus. I instantly went to the back room, however. Even though everyone was probably going to start getting ready for bed, I knew that it was going to be a while until my adrenline died down.

I grabbed one of the blankets that was sprawled out on the couch and wrapped myself up into it, making it so it was like my little cacoon as I flipped the TV on and put on some random channel, not really caring what I watched. I smiled, seeing that Ridiculousness was on and leaned back into the couch as I watched the show.

An hour or so has past and I'm still watching TV and giggling softly to myself. By now my adrenline had died down, obviously, but I just don't feel tired. I am a bit of an insomniac in all honesty, I always have been, but yet I always got my best night rests or naps whenever I was cuddled up into- No, stop thinking about him like that!

I shake my head in hopes to clear it of the unnecessary thoughts as the door to the back room slides open and Michael walk's in,wearing nothing but his boxers and his metallica tank-top. I glance up at him and give him a soft smile.

"Couldn't sleep?" I questioned as he shrugged his shoulders and sat down next to me, taking someof the blanket from me and covering himself up with it.

"Couldn't turn my mind off." He grumbled, his arms looping around my waist as he nuzzled into my side.

A situation like right now isn't really out of the ordinary for us. Ever since the day Andy broke up with me and we went back to cuddling each other, it's kind of became a regular thing. When one of us cant sleep or is in a icky mood we'll curl up with the other and just enjoy each other's company. It's a curtosey that I've learned to love grately.

"A penny for your thoughts?" I murmured while cocking my eyebrow up slightly.

He just seemed to bury himself into my side, resting his face into the crook of my neck. "It's no big deal Finn, I kind of just want to stop thinking." He mumbled into my skin.

I smell somtheing, wait... Yup, that's the smell of some major bs ladies and gents. I don't want to make everything uneasy for the two of us, though, so I'll just stay quiet and run my fingers through his platinum blond and bright blue hair. Everything feels so tranquil and settled, it's rather nice. I close my eyes for a moment and lean my body into Michael's taking in the warmth and comfort that it brought me as I snuggled up to him. I was on the verge of falling into a well-deserved sleep, when he suddenly spoke up.

"Can I do something real quick?" He whispered as he looked straight at me, our eyes locking.

"Uh, yeah, of course. Go right a head?" I said confusingly as I watched him contently.

He gently pulled his bottom lip in between his teeth as he stared down at my lips like he used to in the past, before his gaze fell back to my eyes. I knew these gestures and expressions. He usually did these whenever he was nervous around me, was about to kiss me, or both. Why would he be nervous? What does he want to do?

Being so caught up into my thoughts I barley even noticed Michael moving closer to me, until his nose brused up against mine.

"Michael what are y--" I spoke up right before his soft lips were pressed against mine.

Bliss. That's the only word I can use to describe this. Just sweet, bitter, and absolutely beautiful bliss. We've shared countlss kisses in the past, each one of them having there own sort of "feeling", but this one feels heavenly. I just want to stay like this forever, keep him by my side with his lips pressed to mine, or against my skin, but as he finally pulls away and looks down at me with guilt in his eyes, I know that it can never be.

He hastily gets up off the couch and runs out of the back room, closing the door behind him without saying a word, leaving me sitting there stunned with my fingers pressed softly to my lips were they had made contact with his.

Michael

I kissed her. I actually kissed her. And dear God did it feel wonderful, but I shouldn't have done that. She probably hats me beyond relief right now, even if she doesn't want to admit it, after all she does of a tendency to bundle up her thoughts and feelings and keep them to herself.

"You fucking moron, why did you do that!?" I angrily whispered to myself as I walked down the small isle between the bunks and over to the living room-dining room area of the bus.

I quickly pulled open the fridge and grabbed a coke and popped it open as I shut the fridge, before returning to my bunk which is one of the bottom ones. I carefully sipped at the drink, feeling a small relief as the cold beverage quenched my thrist, before carefully finding a place to set the can down and lying back.

Do you think she'll try to avoid me now? IF not everything's just gonna be so fucking awkward that she'll probably want to. Why did I even do that? It felt like it was all just a spurr of the moment, even though we didn't really have much of a moment going on. I'm such an idiot, it' obvious isn't it?

"Smooth move stupid, just be happy tours almost over." I said above a whisper as I shook my head at myself in disapproval.

That's right, we only have a week or so left of tour, and after that the lads and I are off to do our own thing, while Ashley and Infinity are off to do theirs. She'll probably ignore me after tour, forget like I was ever there, but as much as the idea of that happening hurts me I can understand why it would happen. After all, she probably still has some grudge or hatred for me after what happened in our past, but that kiss probably just made everything even worse.

"Please let me get into a freak accident or something and give me amnesia so I can fucking forget all of this." I groan before burying my face into my pillow, wantin nothing more than to just disappear at that moment.