Blue Eyes Don't Lie [You Me At Six]

9 - I Think That Somebody Knows (Something I Don't)

[Lyric Variation/Title from 'September' by Marianas Trench]

[A/N] Dedicated to 95kvoltflower, for seriously motivating me about this story when I really needed it. Thank you so much! xx - CC

I took a sip of my Dr. Pepper as I watched Max's fingers travel up and down his fretboard, creating chords one instant after the other. I made a noise in the back of my throat and took the bottle from my mouth.

'I still don't understand how you could change chords so fast.' I reached my hand into my Jerky bad and Max laughed.

'Well maybe if you stop greasing your fingers up with jerky and soda they wouldn't slip all over the fretboard!'

'Oh, you're so wrong!' I pulled a piece out of the bag and held it to his mouth, laughing. 'Beef Jerky isn't greasy. It's dry.' He chuckled and took the snack with his teeth.

It was now about 7:00, and Max and I had been practicing and goofing around for about an hour and a half. At first, I was too distracted with what Max had told me about Josh to joke around loudly and freely, but Max took my mind off of the thoughts I was having. Keeping on cracking jokes and making me boom with laughter, he lightened my mood and proved that the other guys slept like logs. He seemed to just eat through my heavy thoughts with his humor. When Sam walked back onto the bus to see me with a red face, gasping from laughter within ten minutes, he just tossed me my snacks and winked at me. Even though I was quiet earlier, Max made it so I couldn't stop from becoming closer to him than we were, spending actual time together. For some unexplainable reason, You Me At Six seemed to make it their duty for me to become like their sister in as little time as possible; for an even more unexplainable reason, I didn't object to it... Well, except for one member.

Max laughed as I started to reach for the bag again, but snatched it and the soda from my hands. Trapped by my a-bit-too-big-for-my-much-too-small-body guitar, I watched through narrowed eyes as he stood up and walked over to a shelf on the polished bus wall. He then went on his tip-toes and put the treats on the highest platform. I looked at him, my jaw gaping open in disbelief, as he walked back and fell back onto the couch next to me, a smug look on his face.

'No more jerky until you learn power chords!' He declared. I gasped, hitting him on the arm.

'That is such a dirty move!'

'That's the way it has to be,' he rapped his fist on my guitar's neck. 'Now, guitar.' I pouted and turned my attention back to my guitar.

'Meanie...' I muttered, causing a snicker to come from him.

We played for about forty-five more minutes before we a few light bumps coming from the bunks. In a second, Max palmed hi guitar and put his hand on my strings, stopping my sound. I narrowed my eyes in confusion.

'...What's wrong?' Max put a finger to his lips as a few more thumps erupted from the room, followed by muffled voices. I looked at him, a question in my eyes. I started to say something, but was... well, interrupted, and in a quite big way.

Before a sound left my mouth, Dan and Matt barged into the lounge in sweatpants and ripped t-shirts, their voices raised quite a bit.

'I AM HUNGRY!' Dan stormed straight past us to the mini-fridge in the other room. Matt started to follow, but caught sight of Max and I out of the corner of his eye, a grin on one's face, and bewilderment on the other's... Guess which one I was. 

'Max, what the fuck are you doing up–' Matt started to say, but stopped when he noticed me. I gave a small wave as his tired eyes gained more light, and the next thing I knew, he had launched himself on top of me. 'OVERMAN!' I gasped for air as he got up, a smile on his face. Dan walked in, a slice of bread and jam in his hand and a confused look on his face.

'Woah, Overman's here?' I nodded a bit to the both of them.

'Uh, hey...' I said, tentative. I knew Max had said no one, save Josh and his girlfriend, was mad, but I still wanted to be sure...

'Sweet!' Dan walked over to sit down to my right and pulled my legs up onto his lap, just like before, grinning and biting into his bread. Matt sat down next to him, turning on the little TV in the room. It looked like Footloose was starting, and I made a small noise in the back of my throat.

'So Kevin Bacon...' I said to myself, not quite realizing I'd said it out loud. I looked around to see Dan and Matt staring at me, eyebrows up. I stared back at them, unblinking, until Max groaned.

'Oh come on, Overman had almost mastered chord transitions!' He still had his guitar in his arms and the others rolled their eyes.

'She can master it later,' Matt said with an agreeing Dan. I chuckled, hearing Max sigh in return.

'Oh come on, Please? You're a real natural!' He said in a manner to convince me to pick the instrument up again. This time I was the one to roll my eyes, leaning my head against his shoulder for neck support, given my position on the couch with Dan.

'I've heard that waayy too many times for it to affect me anymore, Helyer.' Max huffed, but got interrupted once again by another loud addition to the room. We all turned our heads to a bed-headed Chris stumbling in with an over-sized sweatshirt. My face fell for a second, though, when in followed Josh, staring at his phone and rubbing his chin. I looked back to the TV quickly, my face flushed. One good thing about Max, Sam, and the others, was they made me forget what I wanted to forget. The downside was that they made me forget what I wanted to forget, but I couldn't remember until it was standing right in front of my face.

Chris stopped in the middle of the room, not entirely awake and blocking the view of Ariel balancing between two cars, a truck honking towards them. Immediately Dan and Matt started yelling at him to get out of the way, making him jump. He started walking towards the couch and noticed me.

'Oh, hey look, Overman's still here.' He gave a small nod to me. I jerked by chin back in his direction before remembering.

'Hey Chris, do you see that shelf over there?' I pointed and he started walking towards the shelf that Max had been to before. 'Yeah, you see that soda and jerky bag?' Max, who had been focusing on his guitar strings, shot his head up and widened his eyes. Chris, getting my message, started reaching for the snacks.

'Chris, no–' Max started raising his voice as Chris gripped the treats and smirked. 'No, She hasn't gotten the–' But before Max could finish, the Jerky and Soda was in my hands, and his face was in a pout. I laughed at his upset and opened the bag, holding a piece of Jerky to him.

'Would this make up for it?' Max didn't say anything, but accepted the jerky, causing me to snicker. I turned my attention back to the TV, only to see it blocked again, Dan and Matt once again yelling at the tops of their lungs.

'Josh, move your fucking arse!' Josh was sucked into his phone right in front of the TV, apparently deaf to the world. Dan groaned.

'Come on, Overman can't see!' He gave me a crooked grin, but my eyes were glued to Josh. Only then did Josh lift his head from his screen to glance at me before putting the device to his ear and walking out of the room. I stared after him, confused and a bit.. well, hurt. Dan noticed my clouded expression and put slight pressure on my leg.

'Hey,' he drummed his fingers on my feet, 'don't fuss about it. Josh is just bugged that he can't recognize you, even though he swears he does, whatever that means. It's not your fault... And he'll probably forget about the whole thing in a week. Hell, he's probably forgotten about it already, what with his girlfriend up his back about...' Max suddenly made a high-pitched yelping sound and Matt reached over to Dan, smacking him in the mouth. I looked back and forth at the four of them and narrowed my eyes.

'Up his neck about... what?' Dan stopped drumming his fingers and Matt shifted in his place.

'Uh, nothing. Just, yanno... Girlfriend stuff...' Matt said. I rolled my eyes.

'Oh yeah, and I would totally know nothing about that...' Chris suddenly jumped up, pointing at the TV screen.

'Look, Chuck's got Tractors, he's putting Ren to a hell of a challenge!' In a second, the rest of the guys became much more interested in the Tractor Stand-off. Drinking my Dr. Pepper, I watched them through narrowed eyes, practically watching the beads of anxious sweat forming on their foreheads under my gaze. They were hiding something, and I probably didn't like what it was one bit.