Mr. Misty Eyed

He Knew What Was Going To Happen.

Josh took care of yelling at Tyler, too, and everyone was asleep now. But that's fine, because it's almost 1 am. I just can't sleep. I'm going back to Ohio today. Then, in a little less than a month, Josh and Tyler are coming home, too. For a week, then it's tour part 2. The European leg.

I made a few more cuts, losing even more blood earlier when I changed into my pajamas. I looked at my phone and scrolled through my Instagram before I decided to get up. I got out of my bunk as quietly as possible, but my knee popped, and it echoed through the bus, so I stood still for a second.

Then, when the coast was clear, I walked to the back of the bus and climbed onto the couch, grabbing my controller. I started the game and had left the door open and the sound off. I played a few games online before my eyes started burning. I stretched and leaned back, falling into someone. "Holy, shit!" I said, looking at him. "You dick!" I slapped his arm, and he just laughed, making me laugh, too.

"You can't sleep either?" He asked me, wrapping his arms around my waist as I sat back up, recovering from laughter.

"No." I said, taking his hands. We sat in silence for a second, but I had to break it. "I don't want to go home, Tyler."

"I don't want you to go home, but Josh has to do what he thinks is right. If you just go and wait for me to come back, then maybe I could convince him to let us be together."

"He'll never say yes." I told him, lifting one of his hands and kissing it.

"He'll come around eventually." He told me. "I'm his best friend."

"Exactly, Tyler! You didn't hear him earlier!" I said, let his hands go and turning around to face him. "He's really pissed about this!"

"I know that, but we have to give him time and space." He told me. I just smiled. I looked at the door and saw that he had shut it when he came in. He knew what was going to happen.

"You're an asshole." I told him. "You know that, right?" I didn't even give him time to answer my rhetorical question before I kissed him. He kissed me back, but neither of us broke it. He slid his hands down my sides and pulled my shirt up to just under my bra. We kissed with all of the force either of us had and only broke it to slip our shirts off.

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"Josh is going to kill us." I said, sitting up and putting my clothes back on.

"We shouldn't have done that." Tyler said, seriously second guessing what had just happened.

"What he doesn't know won't hurt him." I said, reassuring him.

"I hope so, Sam." He said, holding his shirt in his hands. "I'm sorry."

"For what?" I asked, confused. "I swear, Tyler. If you apologize for having sex with me, I will hurt you. That was me, not you."

"No." He said, looking down at his shirt that he was playing with. "It's my fault you're leaving tomorrow."

"It's fine, Tyler." I said, smiling at him. "I was expecting this to happen. I just thought it'd be after he saw my arms, but whatever."

"Have you done any recently?" He asked, taking his arm in his hand.

"Earlier, but other than those, no." I told him, wishing I could lie to him.