Scars Don't Heal When You Keep Cutting (Brusnop)

Dreams

Bens P.O.V

'I'm sorry Ben, I love you, I can't help it. I love everything about you. Your voice, your laugh, your hair. Everything, your perfect in my eyes. I've loved you ever since I first laid my eyes on you.' Danny stared at his feet, his cheeks now a rosy pink. I took his hands in mine and smiled. 'Don't worry Danny, I love you too.'

I woke up half on the sofa and half on the floor with a banging headache. The party. After finishing our sold out tour in America Danny thought it be a good idea to have a massive party to celebrate our success over the past couple years since the release of Reckless And Relentless. Luckily for me most people had left so I had no trouble finding my band mates. I found James in his bunk snoring so loud I was surprised the he hadn't woke up the whole bus. I found Cameron and Sam on the bathroom floor sprawled over each other. Sameron as our fans called it, the shipping of Sam and Cameron, but little did they know it was real. Sam and Cameron was in love. I was happy for them, but it made me a little jealous. Especially with the bizarre dream I had of me and Danny.

I know me and Danny are Brusnop, the fans go crazy when they see me and Danny do things on stage like kiss and hug and act like we were in love. Sadly for the fans this ship wasn't real me and Danny are just friends, best friends at that. I was about to wake Sam, Cam and James when two arms wrapped around my naked stomach. The smell of whiskey and fags filled my nostrils. Danny.

'Morning Benji, why are you up so early?' He murmured in my ear, his warm breath caressed my ear and cheek causing butterflies to unfurl in my stomach.

'I could ask you the same thing Danny.' I smiled, liking the feel of his arms round me, comforting me, washing away all of my unhappy thoughts. Woah Ben, what are you thinking, its Danny, the whore fucking, cunt.

'Yeah well I've had a lot on my mind lately, um, how about we go out for breakfast? My treat for the success of the tour.' Danny blushed slightly, surely a trick of the light. Danny Worsnop never blushed, especially not a men. What's going on with you Ben? Its nothing, stop looking at everything he does as a hint that he wants you because he doesn't, get a grip!

'Yeah sure, why not. I could do with something to eat.' I walked into the backroom and pulled on some torn, black jeans and a Ben Bruce Clothing shirt. I turned to see Danny waiting by the door playing with his hair. God he is beautiful. Only Danny Worsnop could pull off dark blue jeans, a band shirt and cow boy boots. His ginger tinged hair and beard made him look like a beautiful rock God. I shook my head to clear my thoughts and followed Danny off the bus.