"Matt, come on, don't be like this!" I yelled at the back of my guitarist's head as he slammed the door between us. I ran my fingers through my hair, pushing the black and silver bangs out of my eyes. I hated when we fought. Especially when we were on tour, because there was no opportunity to get out of each other's faces or to get some air. We were stuck on a bus with each other 24/7.

I saw Ian shake his head and follow Matt to the bunks as I sat down. I put my head in my hands and tried to hold back the tears of frustration, at least until I was alone. It was like ever since Matt and I had gotten past the point of "just friends" we fought over everything. I felt a hand squeeze my shoulder and looked up to see Mike giving me a reassuring smile.

"You guys always fight over stupid things. You also always get over it. Don't worry so much, Josh. Tomorrow morning you can talk it out. It'll be okay," I allowed Mike to put an arm around me and give me a gentle squeeze. This is why Mike was always known as the softy of the band. He always knew what to say and do to make you feel better. After he realized I didn't really want to talk, he headed back to the bunks as well.

I sighed to myself. I knew Mike was right, but I still hated that Matt and I fought like this. His words echoed in my mind as I sat back, tears still threatening to spill over.

"Dammit, Josh! Why can't you just admit you're wrong and apologize? Is everything a joke to you?"

"I'm sorry! Okay? If that what you want to hear? I'm sorry that I'm not the most perfect person or the best boyfriend all the fucking time!"

I'd screamed at him. We hadn't known it at the time, but Mike, Ian, and Brett had all been right outside and caught every word. Matt had thrown his arms up in frustration.

"What the fuck ever. I don't care anymore. You know that's not what I meant. I can't deal with you right now, Josh," That was when the rest of the guys finally came in.

I hadn't realized that I was crying until I felt the fat teardrops landing in my palms. I picked my head up and wiped my face off on my black tee shirt. I pulled my knees up so that my feet were up on the seat and my back was against the side of the bus. Tonight was going to be sleepless and shitty. I closed my eyes and listened to the sounds around me, trying to just relax.

I was half-asleep, and the digital clock across the bus read 4:00AM, when I heard the sounds of someone moving around by the bunks. Probably Ian, waking up to piss and tell me to get some sleep. I stretched out my long arms and legs in front of me. I heard the door slide open, and had just opened my mouth to tell Ian I was just headed to my bunk when I opened my eyes. It wasn't Ian. It was Matt.

Matt's normally messy hair was sticking up in a fluffy brown mess. I couldn't deny that it made him look fucking adorable. His eyes were slightly red and puffy. Guilt immediately washed over me. Tears filled my eyes again, and I choked on my apology. I couldn't stand seeing Matt sad or upset in any way. Especially if I was the cause.

He walked over and sat beside me, taking my hand between both of his. He took a deep breath before he spoke in a soft, soothing voice.

"Look, I'm sorry. I know part of this is my fault, but it's not all on me or you. We need to work on this, because I love you and I don't want to lose you," His gorgeous brown eyes met my grey-blue stare. It felt nothing but natural to take his cheek into my free palm. We both closed our eyes as our lips met.

"I'll make this perfect again," I whispered, pulling away for just a moment to smirk at my own stupid pun. Matt gave a cute little smile before taking my hand and walking back to the bunks with me.