The Power Of Two. (Joshua Balz Falls In Love)

Confrontation: part 1

Balz's Pov

I'm so annoyed. Mostly that as soon as I show affection, Acey just shoves it back in my face. I know I should have told her about the band a lot sooner, then maybe we wouldn't be so deep in this mess. I let my feelings develop when maybe I shouldn't have, but I don't regret anything. 

But now, I immediately regret speaking to her the way I did at the bar, but I can't help the way I feel. Now things are awkward. 

Acey's Pov

We managed to get a still passed out Dixie back to mine with the help of Chris' arms. He insisted on carrying her the whole way. 

"Lay her in JD's bed. That's where she sleeps when she stays, he's never here anyway" I said, pointing him in the direction of the right room. 

"She'll be okay, right?" Ricky asked. 

"I'm sure of it. Probably just the heat and stress of the last few days" I gave him a reassuring smile. 

"Let's party then" he raised both fists in the air with a cheeky grin. 

I walked into my kitchen to grab anything alcoholic I could find, which happened to be quite a lot since I drink almost every day. I settled down all the bottles onto the counter top of the breakfast bar, with a few bottles of coke and lemonade, and set out a few ashtrays since it was way to cold to open the windows. 

"Come get something to drink!" I shouted through to the boys, who piled in within seconds grabbing a bottle. All of them except Balz. I poked my head round the corner and sure enough he was slouched in the chair.

"Um.., do you want something to drink?" I asked him quietly. 

"Nah, I'm good" he replied, keeping his head down. 

"Don't say I didn't askkk" playfully raising my voice when I said ask. He lifted his head to look at me. 

"I won't" not lifting his lips even an inch to show any kind of emotion. 

Wow, that hurt. Again. I returned to the kitchen to find Chris had gotten a drink, and the rest of the guys were now hitting each other with empty bottles. 

"Yes!" I heard. 

"I hate you" said angelo, standing with his hood up looking very unimpressed. I stood by Chris who seemed to be the only mature one in the kitchen at this time, as I observed the riot that had broken out, just over empty beer bottles. 

"Have you talked to Balz yet?" he asked quietly. 

"Not yet.. I don't know how. He seems to cold it's hard to strike up any kind of conversation" I whined. 

"Are you going to do it tonight?" 

"I guess so. I'm really not sure on my decision though. It's going to be a 'there and then' decision kind of thing. Whatever I feel there and then, I'm going to go with"

"So what shall we do? If we stand here all night long you'll have to kitchen left" he burst out laughing and pointed to the guys who were now all piled on top of each other screaming and shouting. 

"Oh god. I'll put on a film or something and we can just chill out. You're all welcome to stay in the lounge if you like"

"Sounds good"

I walked into the lounge and searched through my collection of movies. I decided on Edward Scissorhands, popped it in and we all settled down. I took the couch with Chris, while the rest of them got comfy on the floor, and Balz hadn't moved from the chair. Half way through the film, I decided to check my facebook and twitter.  There was nothing new on facebook, twitter however...

@balzmiw Wish some things didn't hurt as much as they do. Unfortunately it doesn't happen like that. 

Tweeted 4 minutes ago.

My face flared up hot and I had to cough a little before looking over at Balz who was looking at me. I rose from the couch and took myself into the bathroom for a second. I'd seen all of the comments for that tweet, and it really got to me. Some of them were nasty. Obviously from his fans. I looked at myself in the mirror for a couple of minutes before blinking tears back a few times. I unlocked the door and headed towards my room. I found some black ripped skinny jeans that were a lot more comfy to wear, and a small KISS t-shirt. I was picking some stuff up off the floor when the lights went out. I snapped my body up, but couldn't see anything as it was pitch black in my room. I stood there for a few seconds, before I heard the door close. 

"Alright guys, stop messing around!" I shouted, fearful of the dark. I always have been. My eyes searched the darkness for some sort of sign that they were there but it was just no use. Hearing light breathing I stepped forward and reached out my arms until I felt something.

"Who's that?" I asked. I felt around this somebody, feeling a jacket, a lean torso, then finally putting my hands on their cheeks. When I reached the hair, I instantly knew it was Balz standing there. 

"Is there any need for the darkness?" I asked, taking my hands away. When there was no reply, I started to shake. My legs felt like they were melting as I became nervous about being in the dark and I let a little whimper escape my lips. Just then, an arm curled around my back, supporting and stopping me from falling.

"Woah, woah" he whispered.

"Please turn on the light" I begged gripping his arms and digging my nails into his clothing. 

"I turned the light off because when i ask you a question, i know the answer just by looking at your facial expression. When I say something, you don't need to speak because your face says a thousand words. But right now I want to tell you something, and I want you to answer honestly and tell me what you really want" he spoke softly, his accent making this much more emotional. I paused for a moment, before nodding but realising he couldn't see it.

"O..okay" I responded, my voice trembling. 

"I know I haven't known you that long, but that doesn't mean I'm not allowed to have feelings for you. It's really hard to contain how I feel about you, I just want to show you how much you mean to me. I can promise you that I'm never going to do anything to hurt you intentionally, and you're not going to be ignored or forgotten about when I leave this country. I'll never let anybody take you for granted, and I'll be the first shoulder to cry on when you're upset. It destroys me thinking of how we are at the moment because all I want to do is hold you and care for you. It destroys me to think I'll never be able to do that if you just say so, and it destorys me knowing you don't feel the same way. All I keep thinking is that you're confused, and scared. I know you are, but I really do put trust in you to know that denying your feelings is the worst thing to do. You make butterflies spread their wings and dart around my stomach at such a high speed I feel sick sometimes. I want to know how you feel-" he spoke so quickly and so honestly that my cheeks were absolutely soaked with salty tears. He moved his face and put his cheek on mine so he was whispering right into my ear. 

"-just tell me how you feel and if you honestly don't feel the same way, i'll walk away right now. i'll never bother you again i promise" he barely whispered now. 

Right now I couldn't speak. I didn't know how I feel. All I kept thinking about was what I said to Chris about deciding with whatever I was feeling at the time. Time to go with my heart.