The Keyboardist's Secret

Chapter 4

Zim's P.O.V

We've started tour already. Everything is moving by so quickly, not that I mind. I finally have something to live for, and maybe someone.

I blush as Stephen sits close to me purposely. I'm 99% sure he likes me back. He looks back at me and then looks completely uncomfortable a few seconds after. He runs away to what I learned is the bathroom. Well, what the hell was that for? Am I that repulsive? Maybe I was incorrect about Stephen's feelings towards me. I sigh and hold my head up with my hand. "Uhh, Stephen is always like that. Don't take it personally." Ginger informs me, but I'm skeptical about him telling the truth. I just met him anyway; how could I trust him? I sigh again and Twiggy jumps out of his bunk and sits beside me. "What's up?" He practically screams in my ear. I give him an annoyed look and realize, by his eyes, that he is high off something. Stephen exits the bathroom and my hopes lift, but he unfortunately retreats to his bunk.

A few minutes later Stephen finally comes back and sits on the bus' couch beside me. I smile at him happily. He smiles back. "I'm just going to leave you two faggots alone." Ginger says, leaving. Twiggy follows while screaming unidentifiable words. Marilyn stays and smirks obnoxiously. Stephen rolls his eyes and I laugh. Stephen lays his head on my lap and I blush immensely. "Stop being cute." I laugh. And then widen my eyes. I can't believe I just admitted that aloud. Stephen grabs my neck and pushes me down to kiss him. We makeout for a few minutes. Okay, I am 100% sure that he likes me now. Stephen pulls away and I do a fake pout. He laughs and rolls his eyes. Next thing I know we're in his bunk making out again. He starts kissing my neck for a few seconds and then stops and looks away from me. What the fuck? What did I do this time? "Stephen?" I say, getting annoyed. I turn myself so I can see his face before he covers his eyes. His eyes are black. Completely black. I get up off his lap and back away slowly to the other side of his bunk. "Wh-what?" Is all I can muster up. "Tim, I can explain I-" He's waving his arms all over the place while he speaks frantically. "I just put in contacts?" He says it more like a question, as if he's wondering if I'll believe him. "Stephen, I'm not 5. You can't put contacts in that fast." I say sternly. Suddenly his eyes go back to their normal color. Still piercing as before. He most definitely wasn't wearing contacts.

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