Mr. Misty Eyed

JOSHUA WILLIAM DUN!

"It's time to pack the bus, guys! Let's go!" Mark screamed as he walked back and forth from bag to bus. I threw my bags onto the bus, and Chrissy followed quickly behind me. Yesterday, she told Tyler about what happened at her 'friend's house. Turns out, her 'friend' had a few alcoholic family members. One of which, decided to do terrible things to her.

I did have sympathy for her, but I still had a little bit of a grudge left. No one should ever have those things done to them. Not even a 16 year old like Chrissy, but to be fair, she set herself up.

"Okay!" Mark yelled. "Everyone ready?"

"Yeah!" We all screamed in unison. We piled onto the bus and called bunks. I got a bottom bunk, Tyler across from me, Josh above me, Chrissy across from him.

"Did you grab Black Ops 3?" I asked Tyler as he set his bag on his bunk.

"Yeah. I've got it right here." He said, pulling the disc's case from his bag. I smiled, grabbed it, and ran to the back to start playing. I plugged it all in and set up the game as quickly as I could as the bus started pulling out.

"Hey, Sam." I heard Chrissy's voice say.

"Hi." I muttered, trying not to hold a grudge.

"Do you mind if I sit back here and watch you play?" She asked, standing in the doorway.

"No. Go ahead." I lied, her presence bothered me. In fact, her existence bothered me most of the time.

"Thanks." She said, sitting on the couch behind me. I sat on the floor and played multiplayer against veteran leveled bots. Chrissy watched, but made no noise. After one round, I turned to her. "You wanna play with me?"

"I've never played before..." She said, sounding embarrassed.

"Oh yeah. That's right. You're a Call of Duty virgin." I said before catching myself. She cringed at my virgin comment, and I felt bad for a second. "Too soon?" I asked, not knowing any other way to make it better. "I'm sorry."

"It's fine, I'm just... Sensitive." She said, looking from me to the doorway. There stood Tyler. I smiled at him as he looked at me.

"Can I come in? Or is this girl time?" He asked, smiling at me.

"Yeah. Come in." I said, patting the floor beside me.

"You playing, Chrissy?" He asks her. She  nodded, and I handed her Tyler's controller.

"Okay, noob." I said as the match start timer counted down. "R2 is shoot. L2 is scope. Hold R3 down to run. L1 is your trophy system. Put it in a doorway and it'll deflect grenades that are thrown past it. R1 is your Semtex grenade. It's sticky and sticks wherever it lands." That was all I could say before the match started.

"R2, Chrissy! Shoot him! Don't just stand there and get shot!" After every sentence, he couldn't help but laugh at his sister's failure. "Sam! What are the bots on?" I couldn't help but laugh at his question.

"Re-recruit." I said before bursting into laughter and tears alongside Tyler.

"She's hopelessly lost, Sam." Tyler said, still laughing. "Make it stop!" At this point, Chrissy was pissed at us, but was laughing along.

"I'm sorry, Chrissy, but damn!" I said, finally able to control my laughter. I ended the game and Chrissy handed the controller to Tyler.

"Maybe I'll let the experts handle this." She said, smiling slightly. She stood up and walked out to the bunk area, closing the door behind her.

"Hey!" He said as she left. "Did you hear that?" He asked. I looked at him and smirked... Here it comes... "She said I was an expert!"

"Hey!" I said, slapping his arm. "She said I was, too!" I said, smiling at him. "Don't take all the credit!"

"So are you two cool now?" He asked me, looking down at the ground around his black vans.

"Yeah. I guess so. For now." I said, smiling at my shoes as well.

"What do you mean by 'for now'?" He asked a valid question.

"The first time she makes some bitchy remark or looks at Josh the wrong way, she's gonna die." I said, not looking up.

"Oh, really? She's gonna die?" He questioned, looking back up at me.

"Yeah! I'm not afraid to cut a bitch!" I said, looking at him. He gave me that look with that signature smile of his. I couldn't help but smile back at him. Then, before I knew it, he leaned in closer to me... I backed up a little... Somewhat scared of what was happening. He, I think, caught himself.

I assume that he realized what he was doing and stopped as quickly as he had started. I looked down, trying to make it seem like I hadn't noticed his movement. Then, I carried on a conversation. "So, you wanna play a few rounds or just sit and stare at the floor?"

"Play." He said, smiling at me. Good. It worked. He doesn't know that I just saw him. Halfway through the 2nd round, the thoughts started to hit me again.

Why is he so fucking adorable? He's so perfect. His voice, his eyes, his hair, his face, his fucking everything. I wish he had kissed me. I really do. Uggh! He's so fucking cute! Josh would kill us both though. This would never work. Not with Josh knowing. Maybe he doesn't have to know. Tyler likes me. I know that for sure now.

"Sam!" I heard Josh call me from the other side of the door.

"Josh!" I yelled back, not taking my eyes off the screen. After the round ended, I got up and walked out to Josh. "What?"

"Can I talk to you in privacy?" He asked, pushing Tyler out of the back room.

"What's up?" I asked.

"Ashley's joining us at our first venue, and I'm going to drum for her on the last leg of her tour." He said, smiling crazily. He loved Ashley, but couldn't—wouldn't ever tell her, but she knows. She knows everything. She knows it all before we even tell her.

Josh can't love Ashley, and Ashley can't love him back. It was sad, but true. They were both big music groups and were constantly separated. At best, they'll spend about an hour together at a time. Her tour was his best chance of getting to her.

"That's amazing!" I said, hugging him. "What is she going to sing with Tyler?"

"We're going to do one of her songs. Strange Love. Do you like that song?" He said, still excited.

"That's sick, Josh! That's my favorite song by her!" I said, sounding a little like Tyler. "I'm so happy for you!"

"Thanks, Sammy. I love you." He said, opening the door and trading spots with Tyler, who waited in the bunk area to get back in.

"A few more rounds?" I asked Tyler as he walked in.

"Yeah. We still have almost an hour." He told me. I growled and started the game up again

Once again, Tyler lay with his head in my lap while we played. "How the actual fuck is that even remotely comfortable?"

"It just is." He said, looking up at me. His eyes sparkled, and it was seriously killing me. My whole body was in pain from the urge to just go for it. Kiss him already!
Kiss him already!
He's too fucking cute to just let go of!
Do it!
Do it now, or he'll be gone forever!
I began mentally screaming at myself, and eventually couldn't take it anymore. I leaned closer to Tyler and he knew what I was trying to do...

"Sam!" Josh called from the front of the bus.

"What the fuck!" I screamed, because he just ruined the moment. I was about to do it, but of course... JOSHUA WILLIAM DUN. OF FUCKING COURSE.