Undead.
Undead.
Undead.
The crowd chants back at us as we walked off stage. Danny waved and had a wide smile as the crowd kept screaming.
Danny loved the attention so much he stayed on stage to the point Jay had to drag him off stage.
"I think that was one of the best shows on tour so far," Danny said with the smile still stuck on his face.
I smiled and looked over to Jordan but he was staring at his phone, and from what I could see he was getting a phone call.
He quickly walked away and answered it, we all hushed and watched as he paced and began looking frustrated.
I glanced over at Matt and he just looked at me really worried.
We looked back to see he looked angry, and close to tears almost. I wanted to walk over to him and comfort him but he looked too wrapped up in the conversation.
He looked like he almost yelled before quickly hanging up and throwing his phone down. He buried his face in his hands and slowly came to a stop.
I slowly walked over to him and hugged him tightly. He tenses but then slowly relaxed.
"Who was that, Jordon?" I asked, hugging him tighter.
He just shook his head and tried to make himself smaller.
I looked back at the guys and then down at him.
"Jordon, that was the last show. We're going home, we're gonna go to my house, alright?" I said, trying to calm him down.
Silence was his response.
Matt walked over and grabbed his phone off the floor, and checked to see if there was any new cracks.
"Jordon," Matt asked quietly, and soothingly.
Slowly, Jordon removed his hands and looked at Matt, and then at his phone in his hand.
He slowly took it from Matt and mumbled a 'thank you' and shoved it in his pocket.
Matt gently rubbed his shoulder and gently pulled him away from me. He walked over and I heard them talking, or at least Matt.
I looked over at the guys to see concern written on all of their faces. I walked back over to them and sighed.
"Did you ever find out what's wrong?" Dylan asked.
I shook my head and sighed, "He's staying with me until he gets better. I gave him no choice."
Dylan nodded slowly and looked over at Danny and Jorel.
"So um, to lighten the mood a little bit, Dylan, what's going on with you and Matt?" Danny asked, somewhat awkwardly.
Dylan's cheeks turned a light pink and shrugged, as he looked down at his shoes.
"Are you messing with him on purpose?" Jorel asked, blankly.
Dylan quickly looked up and seemed a little upset, "Of course not."
"Guys let's not get snappy," Danny said, nervousness hinted in his voice.
Dylan sighed and his shoulders slumped, "I'm... I want him. But I don't wanna hurt him. You saw what happened with my last relationship."
"But you won't do that to Matt, you know that," Danny said, wiggling out of Jorel's grip and went to Dylan's side to rub his shoulder.
"I just don't want to hurt him," He said.
"Dylan, you won't. Matt likes you a lot, he really does. He wants you so badly," Danny said.
"Does he really?" He asked.
"Of course he does, he doesn't do well with hiding his emotions, like Danny," Jorel said, a smile forming.
Danny looked at him and kind of pouted, "I can hide my emotions."
We all laughed a little before Dylan nodded, "Alright. I'll talk to him later on."
"Good," Danny said and smiled widely.
A few minutes later Matt and Jordon came back, and Jordon looked a little better.
Dylan walked over to Matt and gently nudged him and they talked quietly.
Jordon wandered to my side and sighed.
"You okay, Jordy?" I asked quietly.
He looked up at me and slowly nodded.
"That's good, that's all I want is for you to be okay," I said and without thinking, once again, I kissed his forehead.
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