Eight Dollars (Trixya)

Day 8

Today was the last day of tour, and the usual sadness that came with that was mixed with the twisting anxiety in my chest. I was trying my best not to think about that evening, and thankfully I had enough people around to distract me.

Deciding that we might as well go out for a while on our last proper day, Brian and I headed out for a walk around the streets of Sheffield.

As we walked, our hands brushed against each other, his warmth a surprising contrast to the chill winter air. I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks at the insignificant touch. Unfortunately, Brian looked at me at that moment, smiling as he noticed the colour in my face.

"Sometimes I forget how much you blush when you're not covered in makeup," he commented, and I just blushed more.

"Fuck off,"

I was fairly sure I only blushed like this around him, but how was he to know any different? In my embarasment, I turned to look away, willing myself to stop being so obviously ridiculous. Brian noticed, and was quick to amend what he'd said.

"No, I mean, I think it's cute!" he blurted, silenceing himself quickly.

I turned and gave him a small smile, probably blushing once again. My red cheeks were entirely his fault, and I couldn't see how it would be possible for him to not know it.

His hand found mine and took it, giving a quick squeeze, making my heart jump in my chest. He gave a chuckle, watching my face heat up.

"Are you doing this just to mess with me?" I asked, feigning annoyance, but still holding on to him. To a stranger passing by, we probably looked like a couple, and I loved that thought.

"Maybe," he answered with a smile.

"Fuck right off," I bit back, no malice in my words as our interlocked hands swung back and forth.