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Axel stumbled into the band's tour bus' dining area where Puff Puff and DeeJay were sitting. He looked tired and irritated. "Have you guys seen my guitar?" He asked, a little out of breath.

DeeJay looked up from the book he was reading and faced him. "I haven't. Where'd you leave it last?"

"I left it right here!" He pointed down, where he had indeed left his guitar leaning against the table.

"You sure you didn't move it last night?"

Axel shook his head. "I know I didn't! Where could it be?"

Puff Puff then finally looked up and put his phone face down on the table. "Calm down, man. It's not the end of the world." He said, not  sounding like he was trying to reassure him.

Axel huffed and covered his face. "Yes, it is!" He groaned and then stormed off, leaving his two bandmates sitting at the table.

He stopped at Benatar's bunk, where he was still lying. "Ben, have you seen my guitar?" He asked.

Benatar's head shot up quickly, and he spoke just as quick. "Oh, Axel! I, uh, 'aven't seen your guitar. Sorry. I don't know where it could be." This was responded with a suspicious stare from the drummer, then a deep sigh.

He was given a look of worry. "Ay, Axel, why don't you, uhm, go outside for a little? Take a breather, maybe? I'm...sure it could be around here somewhere." Axel sighed again, but eventually gave in.

"Fine." He pouted. He grabbed a pack of cigarettes and stomped away to the back door of the band's bus.

Once he was sure the door had shut and his bandmate was outside, Benatar reached underneath his bunk and pulled something out; Axel's guitar.

He took it from the dining area last night. Didn't know why he did, or why he couldn't just ask. He saw it and picked it up. He just wanted to play on his guitar. Like he really wanted to.

He lifted it up and set it on his lap. Then, he dug up a pick out from under his pillow and began strumming. One note after another, he plucked at the strings, not going in any sort of pattern, just making noise. He played slowly and gently. He was trying not to make much noise, and he didn't want to damage Axel's guitar. This went on for a while, until a sudden voice behind him froze him in place.

"Benatar!" DeeJay exclaimed, upon seeing the keytarist with Axel's missing guitar. Benatar spun around and let out a small gasp.

He tried to explain, "DeeJay! I'm sorry, I know 'ow this looks! I know, I took his guitar! Please, don't tell Axel, I would hate for him to be angry at me."

The mixmaster shook his head. "Dude, why'd you steal his guitar?" Puff Puff then appeared behind him, a bag of chips in his hand.

"Woah, Benatar, you stole it from him?" He got out through a full mouth.

"I...yeah, I did. I'm terribly sorry. I just..." Benatar looked down, then at the back door, then back at the two other men beside him. "...I really wanted to play his guitar."

"Why couldn't you just ask?" DeeJay questioned.

Benatar put the pick in his pocket. "I...I really don't know. Oh, dear...how am I gonna explain this to him?"

"Calm down, man." DeeJay said, patting him lightly on the back. "Just tell him you just wanted to check it out, or something. I'm sure he couldn't be that mad. I mean, even if he is, he usually doesn't stay mad for that long."

Benatar breathed in, thinking about what could possibly happen if he had told Axel he stole his guitar. He never wanted to make him angry at him. But, he had to give it back sometime. What was he going to do?

"I'll tell him when he comes back in." He said, stuffed the guitar back under his bunk. DeeJay and Puff Puff then walked off, leaving Benatar alone only with his thoughts.

Several minutes later, a door swung open and the band's drummer emerged.

"Ugh." Axel groaned, sitting down next to Benatar and leaning back.

"O-oh, Axel." He said as he noticed his friend sitting next to him. "Do you feel any betta' now?"

"No." He grumbled

"Oh." Benatar turned away, sitting in silence for a little while.

"...Axel?"

"What?"

And then another short pause, before Benatar slowly reached over, stuck his hand underneath the bed, and pulled out Axel's guitar. He didn't look at his bandmate, he stared at the ground in shame.

Axel's eyes lit up. "Woah, dude! That's my guitar!" He reached over and took it out of Benatar's hand. "What were you doing with my guitar?" He asked, in more of a confused tone than an angry one.

Benatar sighed. "I'm sorry. I took it last night and I didn't tell you. I just wanted to check it out. I mean, Axel..." He paused, then added, "...I really like you." His voice was sweet and a little hushed.

The drummer's cheeks flushed a little as he leaned the guitar against the bed. He said, in a calm voice, "I mean, you could just ask, Ben. I don't mind it." He leaned a little closer. "I like you too, dude."

A small smile formed on the keytarist's face as he faced the other. "Thank you." He said in the same calm voice.

They smiled at eachother for a bit before Axel finally got up and ruffled Benatar's hair. "You can keep it for now, Ben. Give it back to me though, okay?"