The next morning I woke up to Rikers phone in his hand in front of my face, and his other still intertwined with mines. I glanced at his phone "is that a photo of us?" I spoke confused, "yeah the fans from yesterday must have took it, everyone is wondering who you are" he smiled, "what have you told them?" I questioned him "nothing don't worry, I'm not going to say anything unless you want me to" he replied. A part of me wondered what people were saying. Who did they think I was? And if Riker hasn't said because he's ashamed of me or something? "Time to get up?" I asked he nodded and we got out of our bunk. Ratliff and Ross were the only ones awake when we got up. "Morning" Ratliff beamed across the bus, Ross didn't say anything but I did notice him looking at Riker and moving his eye brows up and down I looks at Riker he shot him a look back and shook his head. That only confirmed that he didn't like me.
Today we were in Newcastle I've never really been anywhere other that Glasgow, so being here in itself was amazing. I was watching people walk by the bus from the window. "Looking forward to the show tonight then?" Ratliff spoke "its going to be sick!" Ross replied "its a shame were only here for the one night though" Riker piped in "I know just the show tonight then were off again" Ross spoke again "no were in a hotel tonight because there isn't a show tomorrow at all" Ratliff corrected him. Riker sat beside me, "so do I get to hear you sing today?' he whispered to me, "I'll tell you what, if you come busk with me, you can hear me sing" I smiled at him not thinking he would accept "sounds fun!" He whispered again his lips brushing me cheek as he spoke.
Once we were ready I went to get my guitar, "you can use mines if you want?" Rocky suggested "its fine I like my old one, thanks though" I smiled at him. And off we went not knowing where we were going just finding a busy enough spot. When we eventually found one I stood for a minute to think of a song, then started strumming "recently I've been hopelessly reaching out for this boy who's out of this world believe me" I sang Mcflys obviously I have to change the words a little when I'm singing a song about a girl but I don't mind. Once I had finished I looked at Riker, "are you happy now?" I questioned him he just looked at me "your really good, don't stop though" he scratched the back of his neck while talking. So I did as he asked and kept playing, I like to sing a variety of song to get more people interested enough to stop. I'd sang a good 5-6 songs before I stopped. "That's enough for now" I smiled at him, and we started to walk back to the bus.
On the way back Riker was weird he wasn't really talking to me. I stopped walking about half the way back. "Are you okay?" I asked him, "I'm fine" he replied simply "well your not acting fine? Tell me what's wrong? Your doing all of this for me the least I can do is try help you too?" I stood in front of him to trying he him to look at me. His eyes dropped to the floor "you can't help me with this" he glanced at me while talking "why not? I didn't think anyone could help me and look what you did, just let me try" I tried to take his hand but he shook me off " you can't help because you're the problem" his words hit me like a ton of bricks. I felt the muscles in my throat tighten as I tried to hold back my tears. "If I'm a problem then why am I here Riker? Why did you bring me with you if I'm a problem?" I couldn't hold the tears back any longer and they started to roll down my cheeks. He didn't reply "if I'm that much of a problem then I'll just go, thanks for all the help and stuff but I don't want to be a burden. Sorry for being such a big problem" the tears were falling harder now as I started to walk away. Not knowing where I was or where I was going. All I knew was that Riker seemed to now hate me that much he couldn't look at me. I felt a hand grab mines and pull me round, "this is the problem" Riker spoke putting one hand on me waste and the other gently cupping my cheek, he pulled me in close to him until our lips were inches apart. He slowly moved his face closer to mines until our lips met, my hands found there way to his neck as our lips moved in sync. He pulled away and looked at me "that's my problem okay?" He whispered. He took my hand and our fingers intertwined and we continued to walk towards the bus.
