So I'm writing one shots over some time and I thought I'd put all the Brusnop ones together through time. That sounds cool? OOkay well it's a little odd but here we go :P
Given up waiting.
Ben's POV.
The tour bus silence, I sat alone in the dirtied back room. Used condoms and cigarette butss littered the floor amongst other stuff. Ugh, why doesn't anyone clean the damn floor?
The rest of the band were out, they always were. They wanted to get in someone's knickers or get their hands on a new stash of coke. I, on the other hand, was bored of it. I didn't want any high; from sex or intoxication. I just wanted one night in with the boys. Ir in particular, wih Danny.
I'd hardly seen him recently. Since he's been single in fact. He took the split hard and been drunk all the time after, bringing back as many as 4 groupies at a time. For some reason that made me jealous, and deep down I knew that reason.
There was something about Danny boy that intrigued me. How can he be such a gentleman, so kind, so real. How can he be so hurt and broken but act like everything is okay? How can he charm one crowd whilst infuriating another? I loved it. I wanted to be a part of it.
Bar the filthy floor, the room held something else that constantly caught my eye, We kept a box in the storage under the seats of all magazines we've featured in. I guess for old time sakes. Plus we get given them all the time. Anyway, sat with the box now on the seat next to me. Pulling them out one by one and flicking through them. It amazed me, like it did every time, to see just how many times there'd been a Brusnop theme.
Our fans obsess with the idea of us hooking uo. Hell, I obsessed on that idea! I've been attracted to him since I met him that first night. When he turned up at my door with his parents... Naked. Okay, it was a bit odd but it was memorable, and he has balls being naked in the cold, I'll give him that.
The way he flips his hair and pretends to be gay makes me weak at the knees. God I wish he were. The things I'd do to him. Danny says I'm a womaniser because of my strings of unsuccessful relationships. I'm not, I'm just waiting for a blaind singer to see.
Whenever any 'Brusnop' thing happens I kis myself it could be real. When he hugs me, kisses me on stage in front of the fans. Tells the interviewers fake secrets about our hidden relationship... That stuff makes me crazy. I really do wish it could happen. I wish we could adopt kids, spend day after day together, train the dogs to bring beers. Just lie in bed with him for countless hours. But I can't. He loves a girl with a fit body. Not a boy with lip rings and messy hair.
I take my bottle of Jack Daniels and down half of it in a single go, letting the alcohol burn me from the inside. Warming up my cold, selfish heart. God I hated being in the band, coping with these thoughts each day. The effects of the liquour kicked in quickly. Steadying my hand I drank the rest down and ambled through the bus in search for more. I poured myself a glass of whiskey and down that too. Taking another glass before the heart break slipped away, along with reasonable thoughts.
Danny's POV.
"Alright, boys, I'm calling it a night. I have a huge fucking hangover already." I shouted over the pounding music. Truth be told my head didn't hurt at all, I was just fed up of spending each night with meaningless girls when the person I really wanted was stayong alone on the bus. Waiting for us to come back. My thoughts wondered to what he'd be doing... Probably attempting to play 'Draw Something' but his fingers being too fat and ending up with a black smear. Note to self: Buy Ben a phone stylus.
