Brusnop // finding myself

Chapter Two

I can't sleep so here's another chapter ☺

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Ben's P.O.V.

This whole 'Warped Tour' deal really got on my fucking nerves, especially how Danny never told me the damn truth -- nobody ever told me the damn truth, if there even was one!

I noticed Danny standing at the door where we came in earlier, seemingly angry at himself. His hands had balled in to fists at one moment, on the other he rubbed his face in his hands. I shrugged off the uneasy feeling I got when I watched the elegant yet very complex storm of feelings erupt. His facial expression never revealed a thing, but his posture, body language, did.

I had ignored Sam and Cameron and made my way towards Danny, very...quietly, yet determined. As I dodged a couch and a table, I finally reached the mentally stressed man, his hair still a mess from when he woke up and his eyes filled with frustration.

"Danny, hey, we should talk." I nodded towards the back room when he looked up almost in shock. He had changed in a matter of seconds, now innocently confused as if he was just happy. "I want to know what's going on with...you, and this Warped Tour shit."

Danny reluctantly followed me, and I had seen him roll his eyes trying to be the tough guy he thinks he is. He wasn't tough when he looked as if he wanted to die right there on the spot or just simply dissapear.

Once we stepped in to the back room I sat down on the small couch, not made for two hundred people, but big enough for two.

"Lets hope this couch will hold your weight," I tried, seeing a flash of amusement behind Danny's eyes. It quickly dissapeared when his eyes locked with mine, and he managed to look away quickly.

"Ben I can't tell you what happened. I think you'd hate me forever." Danny sat down, the couch dipping under his weight.

"I'd never hate you, mate." I shrugged, eyeing Danny cautiously. "Plus, it couldn't be that bad."

"You fell off of a damn stage; already passed out might I add." Danny tried to explain, obviously picking the least descriptive words. I stared at him.

"Yes, then how does that involve you?" I continued, curiosity making me talk. Danny cringed, which made my heart feel a weird sort of way.

"I mean all I remember was the whole Brusnop shit act, then I guess I slipped and fell, off of the stage?" I shrugged again, as if it was nothing. I almost had a concussion, none of the guards were able to reach me before I was met with the concrete, apparently. It was the bigger stage too, and I'm still not sure how the guards had not caught me or some crazy fan.

"No that's not it, you didn't slip. Ben...I...I..." Danny blinked, avoiding my gaze, before pressing his hand to his eye. Then covering his whole face with his hand. "...I..."

"You what?" I urged on, almost pleading, ignoring what were probably tears on Danny's face, hidden behind his hands.

"I can't tell you, this is bullshit. I know it might not be much, but...whatever. I can't." Danny stood up, but I grabbed his shirt with my hand.

"Danny fucking tell me!" I snapped, looking my friend straight in the eye. Danny ripped my hand off of his shirt and stormed to the the bathroom.

"DANNY FUCKING TELL ME WHAT HAPPENED!" I ran after him, but all hope of the truth was lost when he locked the door. I gritted my teeth and stared at the door, as if it would open magically. Sam and Cameron and James were probably disturbed and wondering what the hell was happening.

I suppose I'll have to find out from another person who was there and could possibly know what had happened; my girlfriend.