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Something About His Smile

We all run off stage together after an amazing performance. I'm drenched in sweat, but I don't really care. I follow Chris and Matt over to their cases simply because I can.

"Who's up for a few drinks?" Matt asks, clicking his case shut. "Chris I already know the answer for you. No need to respond."

"Duh," Chris says sarcastically. He doesn't drink anymore and we never ever ask him if he wants to. We always know the answer. But he still tags along simply to hang out.

"I could go for a beer or seven," I say with a shrug. Matt just gives a half-hearted scoff and slaps me on the shoulder as he walks to the car.

Matt, Chris and I find ourselves in a corner booth at the bar. Tom decided to catch an early flight home. I can understand. This much traveling can be tough.

"Are you sure you're fine Dom? You're not checking any girls out," Matt says, trying to keep a straight face, but failing horribly. I just roll my eyes.

After an hour or so, Chris leaves as well. Matt and I have a few more drinks and joke about random shit. I pull out my phone and check the time. 12:04. Huh. I look over to Matt who is staring at me intensely. I meet his eyes and we're both silent. After a few moments he cracks up, almost hitting his head on the the table. I find myself laughing too for some reason.

"You're drunk off your arse," he slurs then cracking up again.

"Ima call a cab. Okay?" I say, giggling my ass off. After a few minutes we stagger outside to find our cab had just pulled up. I climb in the back seat with Matt close behind. We're both laughing again and leaning heavily on each other. We get to the hotel and wander around until we find our rooms.

"Night night Dommy," he giggles while staggering into his room.

"See you in the morning Bells," I slur back. I slowly make my way to the bed and collapse the moment I'm near. I check my phone once more. 1:19.

The moment I'm awake I bolt up and run to the bathroom. I collapse to my knees and heave into the toilet. I'm getting too old to be going out and getting wasted like that. I stand up and try to regain my balance. I stumble my way to the small area that serves as a kitchen and I get myself a cup of water. I rinse out my mouth a few times before I start dry heaving into the sink. There's a loud knock at the door that pains my already pounding head. I slowly make my way over and open the door. It's Chris.

"Fuck not you too," he sighs. "Go sit down. I'll make you some coffee." I follow his orders and collapse on the couch. He goes to the kitchen and walks over to me a few minutes later with a mug in his hand. "C'mon," he says, handing me the mug. "We're going over to Matt's room."

The moment we're through the door I fall on the couch, almost landing on Matt. I'm in a much worst state than him. "How are you feeling?" he mumbles.

"Uuuuuugh," I groan in response. "You?"

"Bit of a headache. It was worse when I woke up." he sighs. "You my friend, should learn how to handle your alcohol." I raise my hand, flipping him off directly in his face.

I pass out and wake up a few hours later. I pull out my phone. 2:20. Matt and Chris are sitting at the table talking. I stand up to find that I feel much better.

"Look he's alive," Matt giggles.

"Rawr," I mumble, grabbing another cup of coffee. It's getting cold at this point, but hey. Coffee is coffee. I sit down across from Matt and try to pick up on the conversation. I think they're talking about last nights show. I look at Matt and find myself lost in his sky blue eyes. I wish I had eyes like his.

"Dom, seriously. If you need someone to talk to, we're always here for you," Matt says with a worried look on his face. I give a small chuckle and shake my head.

"Guys, I'm fine! Really" I exclaim. "If something was going on, you guys would know!"

"If you say so," Chris responds, clearly not believing me. I give an exasperated sigh and roll my eyes.

"Hey why don't we all go out?" Matt asks, desperately trying to change the subject.

"I am never drinking again," I mumble.

"That's not what I mean. I mean just like... I don't know... Just go somewhere fun to hang out and do stuff," he says.

"I'm going to have to pass. Promised Kelly and the kids that we'd video chat later," Chris responds, giving a slight shrug.

"So where's your excuse, Dom? Hmm?" Matt giggles. After a few moments of silence, I open my mouth to respond, but he cuts me off. "You don't have one! Let's go right now!" He leaps out of his chair and attempts to pull me out of mine. I sigh and get up.

"Where to Bells?" I murmur. "I'm okay with anywhere... As long as it's not a bar or a club." We leave the hotel and start walking around the town. We joke and laugh and walk. I'll remember this. The sky grows darker and there's a distant clap of thunder.

"It better not rain," he grumbles. A few minutes later, I feel a few rain drops that quickly escalate to a downpour. We find ourselves running into a nearby cafe to avoid getting drenched. "Fuck," he sighs under his breath. We sit down at a table near the window and continue our conversation. He's saying something about not having seen Bing in quite sometime when he trails of once more. As if something is bothering him.

"Something else on your mind?" I ask. He sighs and looks out the window.

"I just miss that kid so damn much..." he says, trailing off as usual. He only really does that when something is troubling him. He turns and looks me in the eyes. I meet his gaze, not wanting to break it. He grins and bursts out in laughter. He always talks about how his laugh can be infectious. It's true. I can't resist myself and join in.

"What?" I laugh. He shakes his head, still laughing slightly. Our gaze meets once more. There's just something about his smile...