Lost in Lies

Chapter 2

He had arrived a little early at the studio to make sure that he got the privacy required. There had been someone using the space, as expected when he had been away for a month on tour, but as it was the studio reserved for his use it wasn't hard to get the girl to leave when he asked. What he hadn't accounted for was being alone, waiting for Chay to turn up, while fighting the urge to fidget. This was ridiculous! He had stood in front of thousands of fans with a smile on his face, stood in front of bullets without blinking an eye, why did he suddenly have the nearly overwhelming urge to get up and pace around the room simply because he was going to talk to Chay?

Of course, what he was going to talk to Chay about was ridiculous in itself! But that was neither here nor there.......He simply didn't fidget!

Except for today apparently!

After enough time had passed that Kim felt ready to climb out of his skin if he didn't do something, yet somehow not enough time that he had actually worked out what he was going to say when the other boy got there, the door opened. Chay wandered into the room, wearing his normal assemble of t shirt, which was too big for him, and jeans, which were old and looked like they needed replacing. Even Chay's trainers looked like they had seen better days, and despite the boys obvious attempts to keep them clean they were approaching more of a grey colour than there original white. Oblivious to Kim's unconscious assessment of his wardrobe, Chay smiled, the large smile brightening up his entire face. The small dimples on his cheeks appeared and those dark eyes sparkled with amusement, even his clothing seemed to get in on the act, swaying backwards and forwards, hiding and revealing the unblemished skin of his neck. Kim felt like the sun had just walked into the room and felt his throat constricting as he looked at the younger man in front of him. He felt like a vampire, just wanting to bite that perfect neck, mark it, and allow the feeling to give him the rush of humanity he needed. Luckily Chay had turned around to place his guitar next to the piano and hadn't seen Kim's.......quite obvious......observations, before he manged to pull himself back together.

'How did the tour go Kim?' Chay was already speaking as he turned straightened and turned to face Kim, who luckily had already picked his wits up off the floor. ''I saw little bits of it on the internet........you looked sooo cool......it was hard to believe that the same person who teaches me how to play the guitar was the one stood on that stage being applauded by so many people.........and the outfits you had on.......wow.......I mean your normal outfits make you look soo........but those were another level.........what am I saying of course I knew it was the same person on stage as is teaching me, but knowing something and seeing something are two different things.........this is the first time I have really seen WIK since meeting you and it was.......'

'Cool' Kim said dryly, his head swimming a bit from the information overload that just erupted from Chay's mouth.

Chay glanced down at the floor, a little deflated, before raising his eyes once more. This time though, although the amusement was still there, there was also something deeper that somehow made him look older.

'Sorry I'm fanboying a bit aren't I.......' Chay said quietly, as if he had just been reprimanded. 'I guess I was just excited at seeing you as WIK for the first time since we met. What I should have asked is, did you find time to get enough sleep? Eat enough? and rest your voice? You are always telling me that resting your voice is imperative for a singer and can't be ignored.'

Kim blinked at the 180° turn the conversation had taken in the past few seconds. How had Chay turned from the immature fanboy into the big brother? It was mind boggling. Deciding to shift that into the mental basket for 'tomorrow's problems' he instead allowed himself to give one of his few genuine smiles, one that actually touched his eyes, and gestured towards the seat next to the piano stool before speaking.