The Closer I Get is the Further I Feel (Chris x Balz)

Just Admit It

Chris' POV

I wake up to someone shaking me lightly, opening my eyes wider I see it's Ricky, "C'mon man. We gotta get ready for our show." He informs me and I nod slowly, reluctantly sliding out of bed. We have a job to do. I can't just mope around the bus until our tour is over, although I wish I could. With a deep sigh, I walk to the bathroom and knock. When I don't get a response I open the door and walk in. I'll get a quick shower in and then do my hair and makeup. Throw on a ripped sweater and jeans. Sure.

I turn on the shower and strip down as I wait for it to heat up. I start to drift off into deep thought, suddenly zoning out just as there's a loud sound outside the door that catches my attention, "God dammit Ang" I hear Ryan shout and I shake my head at my idiot friends and step into the shower, swiftly washing my hair and body.

Once finished, I get out and dry myself off, wrapping my towel around my waist and gathering up my dirty clothes. I then walk out and trip over someone, "Oh what the fuck??" I look down and see Angelo on the floor.

"Oh yeah he passed out there. I tripped over him too." Ryan calls from the couch and I nod slowly. Dumbasses. I walk the short distance to my bunk and grab a change of clothes, slipping my underwear on beneath my towel and then hanging it up. I sigh deeply as I pull on my jeans, what next? Hair? I could do hair shirtless. Oh but it might mess up when I pull on my shirt... Okay so makeup and then shirt then hair. Yeah that sounds good.

I enter the bathroom and apply dark eyeliner around my eyes, smudging it out before topping off my lids with a deep purple eye shadow, making a last minute decision to put on black lipstick. Throwing on my shirt, I grab some mousse and tousle my hair a bit, blow drying it afterwards. The moment all of that is done, I put on a pair of black combat boots and walk out to the lounge to wait for us to go.

Immediately, my eyes lock on Josh and Devin all cuddled up to each other. I wince quietly and feel a pinch in my chest as I quickly avert my eyes, moving to sit down at the table, keeping my gaze down, "Hey, Ryan is helping Angelo get ready and more awake and then we'll be leaving, but we're worried we might need someone to cover him for tonight" I hear Ricky explain to me and I snap my head up immediately.

"Cover for him?? Who is going to be able to cover him this last minute??"

"What city are we in again?" I hear Angelo shout from the back and I sigh and pinch the bridge of my nose.

"Philly." I growl and he gasps excitedly, running out and stumbling over himself.

"We can ask Vinny!!" He shouts and I raise an eyebrow.

"That kid that always tried to come to our band practices when we were younger??" I ask and he nods eagerly.

"Yeah!! He's really good and he knows all of our stuff." I groan and squeeze my eyes shut, mulling over our very few options. Fuck sake.

"Give me his number." He takes out his phone and pulls up his contact, shoving it towards me. I grab my own phone and type in his phone number before pressing the call button. After a few rings, there's an answer.

"Hellooo?" I hear him question and I sigh slightly.

"Is this Vinny?" I question and I hear him hesitate.

"Oh. Uhm. Uh. Yeah??"

"Cool, this is Chris Cerulli, lead singer of-"

"Motionless In White!! Yeah oh my god I love you guys!! You guys were my idols when we were younger... Still kinda are.." He gushes and I chuckle lightly.

"Yeah man. Uh. Are you in town by chance? Angelo is unable to play tonight and I was wondering if you could fill in for him tonight." I explain and I hear him gasp and then it's quiet.