Hey y'all, I said that I was going to revising some things with pretty all my stories. And this is the first of the multi chapter ones that I decided that I needed to tackle. So I hope that y'all will continue to stay for more updates, I know this hasn't been updated for awhile and whatnot. But I do want to continue this story. It's dear to me. I do hope y'all will like the updated revisions that I have made. I also have a new chapter in the works for this lovely one also. Thanks for reading and reviewing in the past y'all.


Phil pov

I yawned, stumbling through the backstage area trying to find a quiet place so I could sleep. The bags were back under my eyes and I looked HORRIBLE! I pushed open a random door, saw a couch and flopped on it. I shoulda known it was occupied from hearing the shower running, but I did I listen? Of course not. I just hoped it wasn't some big motherfucker who wanted to eat me like Mark Henry.


JBL pov

I walked out the showering humming "Sweet Home Alabama" to find a dark angel passed out on my couch. "Well, I'll be damned," I muttered.

I'll admit it, I've always had a crush on Phil, but I highly doubt he'd go for an old guy like me. Let's be honest here, I'm much older than him. It is what it is. Why change it?


Phil pov

I woke to the smell of cinnamon in the air. I opened my eyes to the cutest, yet unusual sight. Jay was sitting in a chair humming the Beach Boys and knitting.

I smirked and sat up, stretching. "I knew you were closer to Vince's age than you let on."

"No, I just appreciate good music. Tea?" I nodded and thanked him when he gave me the mug.

"Soo…may I ask why you were sleep in my dressing room?" I looked down, sheepish. Of course he wouldn't want some crazy indie comic-nerd crashing his room.

"Hey-hey now, I was jus' wonderin'. 'm not mad or anything."

"Promise?"

He nodded. "Promise."

I sighed and shrugged. "I just needed a quiet place to sleep. I haven't had a good night's sleep in awhile. Chronic insomnia. When I'm not in a stable place, I don't sleep. I may nap, but not a full night like I need to, unless—" I bit my lip to stop myself from saying something that he didn't need to know.

"Unless what?"

"Nothing," I squeaked.

I had to get out of there. I spent too long here and almost let it slip. Nobody knows, except for Matt and Jeff, that the only way I sleep in an unstable place for long is if I'm wrapped up in somebody's arms. Like full blown cuddling. But just having sex and then cuddling doesn't work, at all.

I peeked up at him and saw him staring at me. "I uh-I have to go now…so…yeah…" I scooted out of there fast. 'Dammit! What the hell is wrong with me! He probably thinks I'm some freak or something!' I looked down and slapped my forehead. "I still had the damn mug!"


JBL pov

He ran out of here pretty fast…there's more to his story. But he has my mug, so I'll see him one way or another. Hopefully the tea will help him later. Knowing him though, it probably won't though.