You've been with Charles on tour all summer. It's been a blast. You've loved getting to spend a lot of time with your boyfriend, and you've also been able to see a lot of different cites as well. Sometimes Charles is really busy, and you barely see him, but during the times that you do get to spend with him, you realize that this whole crazy life is completely worth it if you get to do it with Charles.
Your best friend from college is coming out to visit you on the tour. Charles has never really liked him, and you're not sure why. You spend a lot of time with him at school, and he always looks out for you, which is nice because at college there isn't really anyone else to do that for you. A lot of people have their boyfriends or girlfriends to make their own little families, but since Charles is always traveling, he can't be there for you like other girls boyfriends can. So at least you have your best friend.
"(Y/f/n)!" You shout and jump into his arms, hugging him tightly. You're used to seeing him everyday at school, and you haven't seen him all summer.
"(Y/n)," He says, "I missed you."
He finally lets go of you and shakes Charles' hand. Charles greets him, but not too warmly. You just roll your eyes at your boyfriend and start telling your best friend everything that happened on the tour so far. You have a lot to tell him. Charles has to go do his soundcheck so that gives you two time alone to catch up.
Later on that evening, you both watch Charles' show from backstage. "You did good, (Y/n)," Your best friend says while watching Charles talk. "He's hella attractive."
"I know. And he's mine, so back off." You reply.
"Don't worry. He's not my type."
"Right..." You say warily. Yeah, your best friend is gay. He's not out yet, though. He's not comfortable telling everyone, and just looking at him you would never guess that he is gay. You respect his wishes to keep it a secret, so you've never told anyone either. You feel like it's not your place.
After the show, you two return to the bus. You show your friend which bunk he can stay in since he'll be with you guys for a couple of days. After you show him his bunk, you two return to the front of the bus. You're just sitting next to each other enjoying the company. He shows you a funny picture and you laugh, leaning your head against his shoulder. At this moment, Charles walks onto the bus. He gives you a strange look, and then says, "Hey (Y/n), hey (y/f/n)."
"Hey babe, your show was amazing!" You say standing up to hug him. He kisses you on the lips, even though a bunch of his crewmembers have followed him on the bus. He's not usually one for PDA so it catches you off guard since there are so many people around. As soon as he pulls away, he glances at (y/f/n) then says, "I'm gonna go shower." And he heads to the back of the bus.
As soon as he leaves, you sit down again and say to (y/f/n), "Did that seem weird to you too?"
"He's marking his territory." He replies.
"What?"
"He thinks I want to steal you from him." He states.
You laugh at this. "That's ridiculous." You reply.
"I'm just calling it like I see it." He says, by now all of Charles' crewmembers that followed him onto the bus have made their way towards the back so it's just the two of you in the front again. "You never told him I was gay, huh?" He asks.
"No, I didn't think it was important, and I didn't think it was my place to say anything."
"You might want to tell him." He replies.
"You sure?" You ask, hesitantly.
"For the sake of your relationship, and hopefully so he stops hating me, I'm sure."
"If it comes up, I'll tell him." You respond.
The next morning, you decide to go out for breakfast. "Charles, (y/f/n) and I are going to breakfast, do you want to come?"
"I can't, babe, I have a radio interview."
"Oh," you reply, "I'll see you after?"
"Yeah, sure." Is all he replies.
Once you get back from breakfast, Charles is finished with his interview. This is the first time he actually has time to hang out with you and (y/f/n) since he got here. You three decide to go out for ice cream, even though its only 11 am. It just seemed like a good idea. You and (y/f/n) are just acting like your usual selves, joking and laughing together. For some reason, Charles doesn't seem to be in the best mood, but you just decide its because he's been working a lot lately and he's probably tired.
By the time you get back to the busses, you can tell Charles is practically fuming, and it's not just because he's tired. He hasn't even said a single word since you left the ice cream place, and that's so unlike him. When you get out of the car, (y/f/n) just gives you a look and enters the bus, leaving you and Charles alone outside. "What's wrong?" You ask him.
"Don't act like you don't know." He says, anger filling his tone.
"I don't," You defend.
"Seriously, (y/n)? (Y/f/n) keeps flirting with you right in front of my face. And you're not doing anything about it!" He's really angry now. And you don't mean to, but you actually laugh out loud. This only makes him angrier. "What the fuck?" He says.
"I'm sorry it's just funny." You reply between laughs.
"How the fuck is this funny?" He's really, really pissed now.
"(Y/f/n) is gay, Charles. He's really gay. He also thinks you're attractive. So if anyone should be worried right now, it should be me about you and him."
The look of surprise on his face makes you laugh even more. He doesn't know what to say. After a few seconds of silence, he finally just shakes his head in disbelief. "You're sure he's gay?"
"Charles, I'm sure."
"I was so jealous of him (y/n)." He says, and then asks, "If he's gay, why is he always flirting with you?"
"He's not flirting with me, that's just how he is." You say, and it's true. He's like that with all of your friends too, not just you.
"He said I was attractive?" Charles asks now.
You laugh, "Yeah, but don't let it get to your head."
He pulls you into a hug, and then says, "Is it bad that I'm really happy that he's gay."
"No," you reply, "I just can't believe you were that jealous though."
Of course I was. I really didn't want to mention it because he's your best friend and I didn't want to accuse you of cheating or anything, but it was getting really bad. And I've been holding it in for like two days." He admits.
You laugh again at him, "I think this is so funny."
"I know you do. Why didn't you just tell me he was gay and save me the trouble of being jealous?"
"I think it's cute that you were so jealous. But mostly because he's not really out yet, so I just didn't think it was my place to say. And you can't say anything to anyone either."
"I won't tell anyone. But I'm glad I don't have to worry about you anymore."
"You were worried?" You ask, raising your eyebrows at him in question.
"Well, you're always with him at school, and seeing you two together here made me a little worried. Not that you cheated or that you would, I trust you. I guess I was just scared that you'd like him more than me and you'd break up with me to be with him." He admits.
You kiss him on the lips instead of responding. Once you pull away, you reply. "I would never. You're the only one for me, Charles Michel. I thought you knew that by now."
"I do," he replies, kissing you again.
