Young Love // Levi Jones & Drew Dirksen // Drevi

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Our show ended and we all hurried off stage, greeted by the crew with back slaps and fist bumps. I could see Levi on his own, checking his phone while wiping the sweat from his forehead. I slung down my guitar onto the stands behind the stage and ventured over towards him. He looked up, his eyes latching onto mine, making me melt inside. "Drew," he exclaimed. "You were sick during the show. You are so fucking talented, bro." Delighted by the compliment, yet devastated by the endearing term 'bro', I smiled sadly and replied "you too" and slumped down on the sofa next to him. I wonder if I'll ever be brave enough to tell him how I really feel. It's so hard being with him all the time. When he walks around with just pants on around our hotel room, all I want to do is hold him close to me and kiss his soft lips. When he lays his head on my chest, all I want to do is run my fingers through his mane of hair. All I want is him.