Hide Your Heart

Finally Breaking Down

Around nine that night, Paul was just coming out  of a dream when he was rudely awakened by a loud sob. Jolting upright, he turned to find a sobbing Tommy laying on his shoulder. "Tom! Tom!" Wake up! You're crying!"

"Who's dying?!" cried Gene, sitting up. "Paul? Did you die?"

"Yeah, Einstein. I died. I'm a zombie!" muttered Paul. "I swear my bestie is an idiot at times." 

"WHO DIED!" yelled Eric, waking up Doc McGhee and Tommy at the same time. 

"And the drummer shares a  single brain cell with the bassist." put in the band manager.

Tommy looked up to see Paul staring at him, worriedly. "What's wrong?" 

"You woke me up crying and now those two think I'm dead." "Are you okay?"

"I-I- I think so. Why was I crying?"

"I dunno. You tell me, baby."

"B-b-baby?" 

"It was a slip of the tongue." Paul said smoothly.

"NO IT WASN'T!" yelled Eric. "PAUL WANTS TO GIVE YOU A ROCKET RIDE!"

Turning to face Eric, Paul saw him smile sweetly and get up to hide in Gene's lap.

"Do you know how to shut up?" snarled Paul. 

"Nope!"

"P-P-Paul?" "D-d-do you r-r-really like me like that? I-I-I t-t-thought we were just friends and band mates."

Paul face-palmed and let out a breathe. "I admit that I have a small crush on you. ONE THAT WAS SUPPOSED TO STAY SECRET!"

"I did keep it a secret--from Tommy." smirked Eric.

"Sometimes I wonder how you survived to adulthood." muttered Gene as he tossed Eric onto the floor.

"I wonder how I survived being in the band this long." said Paul.

"I wonder how I haven't killed the three of you." said Doc McGhee.

Tommy had gotten up to head to the bathroom. He had a splitting headache and was starving.

"You three are a pain in my ass." mumbled the band manager.

"But you love us." replied Gene.

"Why I don't know but yeah."

The bathroom door opened a bit later as Tommy came out wrapped in a blanket.