Chapter 1: Secrets.
Jayy’s Point of view:
“Hey Dahvie, UK tomorrow aye?!” I hugged him hard, and then he started wrestling me. “Man down, Man down!” he surrendered as he sprawled on the floor with me laid over his soft stomach.
The tour bus was due to start moving and at the same time Dahvie-failing- attempted to help me up, but fell onto the sofa opposite the double bed as the bus took a sharp turn.
The double bed we spent five years wrestling, chilling and laughing on. The place where Dahvie got his inspiration, both musical and...(Well I’m sure I don’t have to spell out what happens with the ladies.:3 )...and where we wrote songs on tour. Lastly where I dragged myself from at the early hours of the morning to go to my own bunk. But most of all, the place I realised he was the one.
Dahvie’s Point of view:
I can be so clumsy sometimes! I thought to myself as I chuckled at Jayy rolling towards me so I could once again help him up. As soon as he was standing the bus took an immediate turn and I toppled over pushing the tall, beautiful, slender figure that stood before me over on to the double bed. Giggling, I thought of how glad I am we actually bought this bus or things would be so different. I have the back room-biggest room on the bus. Where the magic happens.
Although it can be lonely at times. Especially when Jayy wanders back to his own bunk at the early hours of the morning. If only he’d stay and keep me company.
My hands rest either side of him as I stare down into his ever changing colourful eyes. My eyes peer into his for what feels like a moment too long, to be disturbed by the squealing at the slightest jab in my ribs from the God like man before me.
Jayy’s Point of view:
Ha-ha I thought, jabbing Dahvie in the ribs. He jumped up and wandered out of the room and returned holding his arms behind his back. Next thing I knew Dahvie dived on me, pinned me down and the sensation of cold ice slithered down my spine.
Later that evening we were writing the song we planned to call “You are the Heart”. Dahvie came up with some amazing lyrics:
“You are screaming,
Seems like no one’s listening,
No one knows your missing,
You wonder why,
There’s no tears,
When you cry,
And it feels like goodbye,
Well, not tonight.”
I felt a shiver at every single word. But certain words scarred my mind.
“Put down the knife,
Take back your life,
Don’t go out like a teenage tragedy”
I squirmed slightly as the blessed minded Dahvie wrote the lyrics down. I lightly rubbed my thighs together and slowly latched my fingers round my wrist. Stupid.
