UNDEAD - A HOLLYWOOD UNDEAD FANFICTION

THREE - EYES ON FIRE*

ALEX'S POV

I'm led into the tour bus by Matt, who pushes the door a bit, but doesn't close it. In a way, I'm glad. I've always been uncomfortable with intensity, even if I do like these guys.

"So... Where do we start?" He looks to me like I'm supposed to know my way around this place.

"Um... " I think for a bit. "If it isn't too personal, then can I see your bunks?"

"Sure." He turns left and leads me through the vehicle to the near end."Mine's on top, J's below me, Danny's under J." He gestures to the column of bunk beds to our left. "And here we have Charlie on top, Johnny below him, and Funny on the bottom." We both turn to the column on our right.

"Cool." It's odd being in a tour bus you have had so many imaginings about, watched so many interviews in. Well, this whole situation is odd, you can't deny it, but I'm not complaining. "They stink." I wrinkle my nose.

"They do?" Kurlzz faces me and raises a brow. "I guess we've just gotten used to it."

I look into Matt's eyes, and find I can't take my gaze away. They're insanely large - I've never really noticed that before. And blue. My second favourite kind of blue, next to midnight. That kind of blue that's tinted with green, and in between what I'd define as medium blue and dark. They're kind of like mine. Maybe mine are more grey, though. Maybe mine are bigger, though...

"Uh, you okay in there?" Kurlzz pokes my chest and tips his head to one side.

Oh crap.

"Sorry, I--"

"It's common."

"What?"

"For people to get lost in my incredible eyes." He smirks.

I roll my own. "So what the hell." It's not even a question. "I never knew bands would even consider taking in some kid in a bad way."

"Who even knows if they are?"

That's true, and to be honest, that thought makes the spark of hope I have flicker a little. "Yeah, but you're part of the band, too. Why would you consider?"

"Well why not?"

"There are many reasons..."

He frowns and looks diagonally down. "I couldn't really bear to just leave you. That'd be terrible. You just looked so helpless..."

"Please don't rub it in." That may seem like an unappreciative thing to say, but words cannot describe how proud I am.

He glances up for a second, and then continues. "It probably won't be permanent, I have thought of that. But it's not like you'll really be some kind of burden." He pauses. "...And you have an epic accent."

Despite myself, I crack a smile. "I can't get over your accent, let alone your VOICE." I say this with a little more emotion than intended.

He laughs. "What about it?"

"Just LISTEN to yourself talk. I suppose if you weren't a screamer it would be different, but you sound like a frog that's heavily drunk." I can't help it; I have a sort of fetish for Da Kurlzz's voice. I don't mean a creepy one; I mean just that I could listen to him talk for hours.**

"And... That's good?"

"YES." I grin sheepishly. "Sorry. But you should rap more."

"And I wholeheartedly agree with that!" Me and Matt both look round as Danny pokes his head round the door of the tour bus. He grins, his gorgeous eyes lighting up.*** "We made a vote." He brings his whole self into the bus to make room for the other guys. We come out of the bunk area to sit down on this large brown sofa.