Moving Mountains(Book two/Silver's Story)

Ch. 1: Secrets, secrets and more secrets

Ch. 1: Secrets, secrets and more secrets
I stood at the opening of the trailer as Noel yelled at Eric. Surprisingly she sounded like she was begging him for more than just a sudden confession. I felt bad for her. I knew what it was like to want someone and still feel like you weren't allowed to have them. It was how we had been condition. I sighed tired of spying on them as I turned and spotted Steve. Steve was the base guitarist of our band and the only guy who I truly felt understood me. He was talking to Joe our drummer. Joe was like the older over protective brother we loved to hate having. The two still arguing on the bus was Eric our lead guitarist and background singer and Noel. Noel is my other half, bestfriend, a sister and also the lead singer. I sing also, but I'm the pianist of the band. Just as I was about to join the others I spotted a crying Noel running over to me.

"Oh sweetie." I cooed rubbing her back. I continued trying to calm her down by saying sweet nothings as Joe and Steve joined us looking confused. She went into details explaining to them what happened before the show.

"Noel, I'm sorry but I really don't get it. Why did that make you cry?" Asked Steve. There was so many things I wanted to yell at him, but I has to refrain from doing so. I needed to remember that they didn't know everything. Besides guys like him amd Eric would never understand the dramatics they put girls like Noel and I through. It wasn't fair to us. I could tell Noel was already growing tired of this situation as I tried to explain why the sudden confession bothered her so much without giving too much away.

"Are you okay Noel?" I asked as we all sat down on the pavement beside the tour bus.

"Silver I just want to know why. Why would he wait all this time? Hell why now? Four fucking years Silver. He waited four years to tell me that he had a crush on me and that's not including the four years we were in school together. Besides when the hell did he learn how to play the damn guitar?" Her last question caught me so off guard that I found myself laughing, but I knew that was just her way of trying to change the subject.

"I'm sorry." I said trying to stop with no luck.

"No, it's okay I want to know. Why were you laughing?"

"Well remember when they guys brought him here and all we heard was the guitar playing? We got so excited to meet him and when we saw that it was just Eric...the way your face fell was hilarious." I laugjed as the topic of conversation became about the best kind of french fries. Suddenly Noel became quiet as she began staring off. I followed her line of vision until I landed on Eric. I rolled my eyes as I laughed. It was like we were back in high school all over again.

"I hate you bitch." She muttered.

"I hate you too, ya slut." I laughed some more.

"Fine with me." She shrugged.

"Fuck off." Again her and Eric was staring at each other. I took my chance to glance over at Steve. He was having some kind of whispered conversation with Joe and I'd be lying if I said that I didn't wonder what it was about.

"Guys I'll be right back." Said Noel interrupting my thoughts. I watched as she headed over to Eric. They talked before walking off. It was like the past hour or so never even happened, but it was for her to deal with. If she needed me she knew I would come running.

I sighed as I stood up and went to go check myself into the hotel. I needed a minute alone to gather my thoughts. As I rode the elevator up to my room I couldn't stop the burn of the tears prickling the corners of my eyes. I loved Noel, but I was experiencing an jealous rage and I wasn't sure if Steve had picked up on it or not. At least Eric confessed something for her. At least he's willing to put his pride to the side for the moment and admit some kind of feeling for her. Whereas I'm sitting here wondering if the person I care about feels the same or am I just some kind of conquest he can't succeed with. Just as I was closing the door to my suite there's a knock. I rolled my eyes already knowing who it is.