Someone, Somewhere [boyxboy]

Chapter Three

I woke up around nine that day, and the first show was in three hours. I was excited to say the least, to be doing what I love with the people that I love. Quickly swapping clothes - figuring showering would be pointless - I headed out in our band's signature FALLING IN REVERSE jean jacket, and my animal print rainbow pants. Jeffree Star and I had the same pair, and it was funny because we hadn't even planned that. In fact, they had been Crissy's idea way back when, and I just decided to stick with them. I wanted to show the crowd today just how happy I was to be back.

After I finished my hair and makeup, I headed out into our tiny kitchen to see what was for breakfast. Ten minutes after I'd made and eaten scrambled eggs, I left our tour bus to see if anyone needed help setting up. I tried to be as good of a person as possible nowadays, something Arielle had taught me. When I found out everything was set up and ready to go, I decided it was best to see if anyone wanted to kill three hours with me. I ended up finding Jacky and Kellin Quinn talking, and couldn't resist feeling sorry for Kellin. His wife - Katelynn - had been killed last year in a car accident, leaving him to care by himself with his daughter, Copeland. He was coping pretty well despite what had happen, but people always could mask the pain. Kellin did look pretty happy with Jacky though, so I decided not to bother them. Sighing, I headed back to the bus to play some video games.

Danny POV:

The little get together from last night had left me with a killer headache, but James had it worse. The drunk fuck was still sleeping in his bunk, and everybody knew to not bother him until a half hour before the show. I, however, chose to get off my lazy ass and do something for a change. My sinful habits had decreased greatly after I realized how lucky I was to be alive since I was doing all of this dumb shit when I was drunk. Now that I have things that I cherish, I decided to tone down the party life just a tad. Despite all this, I'm still the same cocky dickhead I've always been, just sober more.

Slipping into my favorite shirt - a sleeveless red, grey, and black shirt with AA printed on the front - and a pair of skinny jeans with converse, I messed up my hair in the mirror before heading out. I looked around my area to see who I could fuck around with, and I spotted Austin and Alan. They were facing the opposite direction, and my eyes wandered over Austin's figure from behind. God, was he hot. Besides him and I, nobody knew that I was in the closet, and I intended on keeping it that way. I'd discovered I was bisexual last year, when we were on tour together. Both of us had had a little too much to drink, and him being gay and all, had made a move. When we woke up naked, I surprisingly wasn't furious. After interrogating him and finding out he had wanted me for awhile, I kicked him out, in utter confusion. How could one of my closest friends be gay, and I had no idea?

It wasn't until a week later did I finally speak with him when I wasn't forced to. Once I could think things over with a clear mind, I concluded I wasn't angry, but more confused and hurt that he hadn't told me. He made another move, and I didn't try stopping him. After this had occurred, that was when he told me he and Alan were dating. I felt absolutely terrible about this, but that didn't stop us. We've been continuing this since then, and poor Alan was oblivious. I loved the man to death, but I loved Austin's body much, much more.

Heading over to the couple and and the guys from Memphis May Fire, we all hung out until it was time to go on stage, saying our goodbyes when that time finally came. Everyone was excited about the first show, both the crowd and everyone playing. Gathering the rest of Asking, we headed out to stage, ready to really start Warped Tour.