𝑠𝑒𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑡. - 𝐶𝑂𝐿𝐸 𝑃𝑅𝐸𝑆𝑇𝑂𝑁 [✓]

𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑒

song: OK - wallows

dylan's POV

my foot held open the door of the tour bus, one hand holding a Starbucks bag while the other was occupied by the tray of four drinks. we just arrived in Nevada.

"do you want some help?" braeden's voice said. "no, no. i got it." i replied, tripping as i was trying to get my whole body on the bus. "i got everybody's breakfast sandwiches and drinks."
"thanks, dylan." braeden smiled, removing the tray of drinks from my hand and placing it on the counter behind him.

i glanced around the bus to see no cole or y/n. the shower was on, so one of them had to at least be in there. "where's y/n and cole?"
"y/n went on her annual morning walk and cole's showering." i nodded, biting my lip slightly.

cole.

"i think something's going on with cole." i announced out of nowhere. braeden gave me a look of confusion. "i think he's seeing somebody."
"pardon?"
"i found a thing of makeup on the floor in the bathroom the other night, look!" i jogged over to where my stuff was and pulled the small round case out of my bag. "that doesn't really prove anything. maybe it's yours and you're just too ashamed to admit it." i rolled my eyes. "y/n doesn't wear makeup, right?"
"no." braeden thought for a moment. "how could he be seeing anyone, anyway? we're always on the road."
"maybe it was a one night stand, i don't know." i shrugged. braeden sighed, leaning against the counter. "don't worry about it, honestly. to be fair it's probably his." i chuckled, opening up my breakfast sandwich. "i guess you're right." i said, playing along.

i know he's not right.

• • •

after devouring my food and drink, cole came out of the bathroom. "dylan got us breakfast." braeden's voice was muffled from the food being in his mouth.

i hate to be one to confront somebody, but i got to get to the bottom of this. "hey, cole. i found some makeup on the bathroom floor, and it's not ours or y/n's. care to explain?" i crossed my arms, braeden sighing and rolling his eyes. cole furrowed his eyebrows, but then his face filled with realization. "ohthat'smine." he said. he was talking so fast i barely understood what he said. "for my eye bags." he continued, nodding his head. "see, i told you it was his!" braeden said, throwing out his trash.

i don't believe it.

something fishy is going on.