World Tour

And now

Over the next few months, Eddy tried his best. He really, really tried to keep himself from feeling what he felt. But he realised soon enough that he was fighting a losing battle, and finally had to admit it to himself: he was in love with his best friend. What a wanker. 

But he was determined not to let it affect their relationship in any way. They made their videos, they went out, they stayed in and watched movies or played video games. They did what they'd always done, and it was only to him that it felt different.
It felt different when they touched, something that previously he wouldn't even have been aware of. It definitely felt different when Brett changed in front of him, and he saw the bare torso he loved so much. He wanted to kiss that torso so desperately, and he would usually have to excuse himself to go to the toilet and calm himself down. 

But, Brett didn't know. And that was what mattered. Nothing would have to change. No rejection would have to be faced. The only thing Brett had noticed, was that no new girl had entered Eddy's life for a while, and he had asked and teased him about that a bit. Eddy had always had girlfriends, but now he just couldn't look at girls that way anymore. 

So here they were! Packing for their world tour. These two violinists, who had been told time and time again they should take a different road than the one they were taking. That they should go study in Europe, like the other promising violinists, and that they should take everything much more seriously and not muck about.
Well, they had proven the nay-sayers wrong by funding a whole world tour of concerts, by themselves.  

Eddy was immensely excited, but also worried. He'd been doing fine, hiding how he felt from Brett. But 9,5 weeks together? Sleeping in the same hotel rooms? Travelling every day? He had no idea how he was going to avoid being found out. 

They had to leave hella early the next morning, so Brett was going to stay over, something that happened all the time anyway, so they could grab the Uber at 5 A.M.. 

Eddy was busy shoving merch in his suitcase, when he suddenly got hit in the face with a Tchaik score.
¨Dude! I'm not the suitcase!¨
He shoved roughly at Brett, who was full of sympathy, doubled over in laughter.
¨Sorry! Didn't mean to hit you, I promise!¨. 

Eddy whacked him over the head with the score, and Brett tackled him, sending both boys toppling to the floor. Brett wound up landing on top of Eddy, straddling him, with their faces ten centimetres apart.
And suddenly there was silence. They both stopped breathing and looked at each other with wide eyes and flaring nostrils.
And then Brett broke away, scrambled to his feet and staggered backwards, his cheeks bright red, and stammered: ¨S-sorry, bro. You hurt?¨
¨N-nah man, I'm fine¨, he stuttered back.
What the fuck just happened?! 

He busied himself packing, whilst trying to collect himself. What the hell? Could it be that he meant more to Brett, than he'd thought? He looked at Brett out of the corner of his eye, only to find he'd been glancing his way too. 

Red-cheeked and looking like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar, Brett asked:
¨Do you want to watch Wolverine again?¨
¨Sure!¨ replied Eddy, slightly too chipper,  roughly shoving the last things into his suitcase, having no idea what to make of all this. 

Soon enough they were sat on the couch, neither mentioning the incident anymore. They slipped back into their normal comfort and banter. 

They were tired, and never made it to the end of the film. Brett fell asleep first, and Eddy was finally free to look unabashedly at him. His black hair, spread over the couch cushion. His long eyelashes, reaching softly to his cheeks. His pink lips.
At this point Eddy had to shake himself up.
He went to the bedroom, grabbed the quilt and covered Brett with it. Then he made sure the alarm clock on his phone was set for 4 A.M., sat back down, and soon enough he fell asleep too. It was the best night's sleep he'd had in a while.