"Gotcha!" You gasp, leaping onto Devin's back and wrapping your arms tight around his neck. He gasps, staggering a few steps, but his hands rise to clasp your legs tightly where they wind around his waist.
"Jesus, (Y/N)!" he wheezes. "You're going to give me a heart attack!"
"Not any time soon," you chuckle, resting your chin on your arm. "I want to keep you around for a good long while; who else would I torture?"
"That's a good question," Devin sighs, but his lips twitch, letting you know he's not serious.
Well, so you're not technically supposed to be bothering the other bands while on tour with them, but you had found yourself rather fond of Motionless in White, especially Devin, who was so fun to pick on. You'd been on tour for about three months now, and you'd become really close with him quickly.
You were actually just a dancer for another band, but you're in every video and every concert, so after a while it's just kind of accepted that you're in the band. y'know?
Maybe that's why you like Devin so much.
He's all about performances, changing his look and making himself into characters for the shows.
You can't help but like him, he's so sweet, too.
"Did you pick up a hitch hiker?" you hear one of his band mates call, and you roll your eyes as you stick your tongue out over Devins head.
"You're just jealous!"
"Of what?" Ryan laughs, leaning out the bus door where the two of you are headed. "Carrying an anchor around on my back? Shouldn't you be back on your bus by now? I thought you guys were leaving earlier then usual."
"Ugh, no. Maria needed a couple extra hours," you sigh, shaking your head. "So we're hanging around until another band goes on, then we're heading out. What about you guys?"
"Just as soon as everyone's on board. Which means your precious Devin."
Devin blushes.
You sigh, and you squirm slightly, letting him know he could let you down onto the gravel.
"So you're leaving already then?" you almost pout, and Devin chuckles, slinging his arm around your neck.
"We'll only be an hour or two ahead of you, don't freak out just yet, eh? Besides, I need to show you how to do your eyeliner."
"I can do my eyeliner!"
"Your wings -."
"Don't you judge my wings, Ghosty!" you tsk at him, tapping him on the nose. "They're perfectly fine! You're just jealous of my excellent line skills."
"Or lack there of," he chuckles, making your lips twitch. "But I'll see you at the next venue?"
"You know it," you sigh, leaning on your toes to kiss his blushing cheek. "Can't live without my Ghost."
"And I can't leave without my tiny dancer," he teases, squeezing your shoulders before slipping away onto his bus.
You chuckle as you turn around to walk to your own.
You had nicknames for each other, and you found it incredibly cute. Of course, calling him Ghosty or Ghosty-Ghost in front of his friends wasn't something you did, you didn't want to embarrass him; he was so quiet and sensitive, and you really didn't want to hurt his feelings.
Although, since being in the band, he really had toughened up a little bit.
Or perhaps that was for appearances, they were supposed to be intimidating after all.
