Forbidden

7

I blend into the pit of screaming fan girls and boys, drink in hand. I pretend I don't know the boys and I'm just a normal gal, dancing along to the show. About half way through, they are singing their old song Love Bug. Joe points right at mean during when he sings slowly 'I never thought that I'd catch this, love bug again.' I goggle and the girl next to me is shocked and happy for me, but little does she know that he and I aren't strangers.

He sticks his tongue out at me another time, being extra silly on stage tonight which is surprising. But I'm glad he isn't letting it affect him, and he looks amazing up there. But when doesn't he?

I love watching him up there, doing what he loves and being amazing as hell at it.

It's almost the end of the show and I take another sip of my drink and bite my lip. Fuck. Maybe it's just the multiple cups of alcohol I've consumed tonight but I cannot stop staring at him. I wipe a handful of sweat off of my forehead, the air feeling tight in here. What's wrong with me?

My eyes lock with Joe, and though he's singing, I can see it in his eyes that he knows something is wrong with me.

I make my way through the crowd, trying not to fall. A few girls give me dirty looks as I bump into them but I ignore them. I have to get out of here and get fresh air.

I make my way out of the pit and under the stage as fast as I can. I make it all the way to the backdoor and have to lean on the wall before I go out.

"Hey." I hear, and Joe grabs my waist, stranding me.

"Sorry." I say, grabbing my forehead.

"I saw you in the crowd, I was really worried. I ran off stage as quick as I could." He says.

"I feel faint. Just need some air." I say.

"Here, lean on me." He says, putting his arm around my shoulder. I wrap an arm around his waist and we walk out together. Nobody else is allowed out back here so we don't have to worry about running into any fans.

Joe lets go of me slowly so I can sit on the curb. I sigh, shoving my face in my hands. I think I'm more embarrassed than anything else.

I feel him sit beside me. I look at him and he gives me an innocent smile. His in ears are still hanging around his neck, his stages clothes looking out of place outdoors.

"I'm sorry. I just drank a little too much I guess." I say.

"It's okay. It looked like you were having fun."

I lean my head on his shoulder without thinking but he doesn't move. "I was indeed."

The door swings open and Nick appears. I lift my head up too fast and feel light headed again. Joe stands up, "Yeah, someone just went a little overboard on your tequila." He says, pointing his thumb at me.

Nick shakes his head at me but he's smiling, "Time to get you home."

They both grab and arm of mine and help me up. Just getting fresh air has helped me a little bit, but I'm still feeling out of wack.

Joe sticks close beside me as we head back in. He goes into his changing room to get out of his clothes and come backs out in a tee shirt and pair of ripped jeans. He hands his in ears to Henry who gives me a questioning look. I smile at him to assure him I'm fine.

By the time we get to our rental place, I'm ready for bed. But I go into the kitchen to grab a glass of water first, drinking it slowly even though I want to chug it.

"Feeling any better?" Joe asks, getting his own drinks

I nod, "I think the heat was getting to me worse than the alcohol."