Fireworks [ A Josh Franceschi fanfic ]

*weeks later..* (literally) (i'm sorry)

6 weeks later..

"Okay, I love you," I said down the phone to Josh before he had to go. We had resolved any issues not long after I went home, but I missed him and the band like crazy so while he thought I was still back in the UK, I had actually just gotten off the plane in America and was a 2 hour drive from the warped venue. It was 6pm so he was just about to go on stage and I was dragging my bag through the airport, hoping I could get a taxi the other side.

Luckily I found one instantly which took me straight to the venue, of course due to the length of the journey it wasn't cheap, but it took a little less time than I thought. It was dark and I could hear different music playing from the short distance from where bands were still playing on stage, and buses were having parties. I walked for at least 20 minutes to get to the bus area and I found the you me at six bus at the back, slightly out of the way of the others. I grinned to myself as I walked over, excited to see the whole band, but especially Josh who for the last 6 weeks I have not stopped thinking about. All I wanted was to be in his arms.

I opened the bus door and found the bus full of people I vaguely recognised. I saw Oli first who was talking to two other guys I didn't know, he smiled over to me and then carried on his conversation. I suddenly felt two hands grip my waste and spin me around and I instantly pressed my lips to Josh's, feeling his slight stubble scratch my face. "Am I dreaming?" He asked with a grin, "I wanted to surprise you, six weeks without you was long enough," I shook my head and took his hand, leading him through the crowd of people, (surprising how many people you can fit on a tour bus, however there were people also stood outside too.)

I closed the door behind us to the back lounge and turned to Josh who was smirking at me already, he walked towards me until I was backed against the wall with him stood over me. He leaned down and pressed our lips together and my hands reached his hair and the back of his neck. "God, i've missed you," he spoke in between kisses. "I guess I've missed you a little too," I replied sarcastically with a grin and his lips were on mine again. I pulled his shirt over his head and with help from him, mine was removed too, our lips still connected. He lifted me so my legs were around his waist, I was still against the wall and his lips trailed down my neck to my chest. My head rolled back and he smirked placing me down again and removed his jeans before slowly pulling mine down too, lifting me again so I was back up against the wall.

...

"Wow, you really did miss me," I winked at Josh who was watching me from the corner of the room as I redressed myself. He had his jeans on, but no shirt. "Every second of every day," he said, trying to be poetic and then laughing at himself. "I hate being away from you for that long, I love being with you on the tours but I can't wait for us both to get home and have some time together then," I pulled my shirt over my head and saw Josh look nervously to the ground. "What's up?" I asked and he shook his head as I walked towards him, "it's not confirmed yet but you know how we did a Europe tour a few months back?" I nodded. "Well they want us to do a full US and Canada tour for the album too, warped wouldn't count as it's not our tour. We'd be home for about two months before leaving for another 8 week tour." He looked anxious as if I was going to be upset. "Josh, this is your career, your life and therefore my life. You shouldn't feel worried about touring for my sake, just know I'll always be there when you get back, this is a great opportunity for the band and I support you 100%" at this point I was stood so close to him we were almost touching. "Fuck, I love you." He told me and crashed our lips together again, passionately and with so much emotion. "You know I do too."

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"Matt get the fuck up!" I yelled, opening the curtains to his bunk. "Lex??" He stretched, yawned and rubbed his eyes before he could fully see it was me, then grinned and pulled me into his arms. "When did you get here?" He was now sat up, with me sat at the end of his bunk chatting. "Last night, you were already passed out when I got here," I shrugged and we ended up talking for about an hour before I left him to officially get out of bed at 2pm.  I helped tidy the  bus earlier too, and by helped, I mean myself and Chris did it while Josh was making every excuse not to and Max was arguing with him.