Manhunt

12. Only One

     Dan's POV

"Who here is the best at repairing?" Sapphire asked us.

"Erm...cut both Kyle and I out of the picture..." I sheepishly laughed.

     We all knew that Woody was a decent repairman, but since he was...dead...the only other person we could turn to was Will. The bassist sighed quietly as Sapphire handed him the battery box, shaking his head in disappointment at Kyle and I's lack of repair skills. He nudged Kyle to come along with him, in case Jason decided to drop by, which the keyboardist was very hesitant of doing, but eventually agreed to the task since he had more will power fight. Meanwhile, Sapphire and I were to still put inside of Bastille's lodge house, and not move until Will finished repairing the six-seated car.

I wasn't totally against it, in fact, I wanted to talk to Sapphire again in private, without Kyle standing in the room next door teasing us about our kiss from earlier. Once my two band mates left the house, the Seattle native and I sat there in awkward silence, on opposite ends of the couch, both of us facing a different direction that isolated our eyes from making contact with each other. 'Dan, for God's sake, say something!!!' my mind pressured. I shifted my leg position from being cross legged to bringing my knees to my chest, not giving a shit about my shoes' soles touching the clean fabric of the couch.

"Saph," I whispered, my eyes staring at the wooden floor. I felt a dip in the couch, and a warm sensation on my right side.

"Yeah?"

"What are we?" I made a reference to the kiss.

"I dunno. Does a kiss not make us a couple?" she asked quietly, cuddling into my side.

I shrugged my shoulders. "I'm not really sure."

"Well, I think it does," her fingers traced along my jawline. "It's a shame that we decided to confess our feelings when we're about to lose our lives," Sapphire's head rested in the crook of my neck.

"We can escape," I fought my pessimism. "I know we can."

"And since when were you so optimistic?" she teased, poking my cheek with the tip of her finger.

"Since you said that you liked me."

"Why's that?"

"Well, I wanna make sure that the ones I love get out of here safely," I admitted. "The same thing goes for the guys."

"I wanna make sure you escape safely as well," Sapphire ran her hand through the side of my quiff.

"If Will can repair the car first," I chuckled.

The two of us cuddled on the couch in silence as the sound of crickets chirped in the background, the vanilla scent of Sapphire's conditioner lingering in her silky hair. We were staring at my Twitter feed, looking back at the strange tweets I made back in 2013 and 2014, quietly laughing at my typos, misspelled words and mistakes. It was strange to think that Bastille had come all this way, after six years of making music, but I had definitely enjoyed the long journey; meeting new mates along the way, and doing hilarious shit that bands usually did for fun. Sadly it would all end soon. Without a drummer who was a huge fan of pasties and football, the fans wouldn't be able to adjust to a new member. Maybe it was better if we split.

"Guys," Kyle's upset voice distracted us.

"What's wrong?" Sapphire worriedly got up from the couch to look outside to see if Will was okay.

"The car battery, it's not the one that belongs to our car," my band mate informed disappointedly.

"What?"