The next day, I woke up with Tony's head on my chest. He looked so cute! Gently, I moved his head on to the pillow next to us. After looking around, trying to locate my suitcase and grabbing a black tank top, a pair of shorts and underwear, I headed for the bathroom.

When I came out a few minutes later, I noticed that most of my bandmates were awake. I greeted everyone and made myself a cup of coffee.

"Mike, make me one while you're at it, will you?" Vic said from his spot in front of the TV, his eyes only leaving the screen to see me nod in reply.

"Me too, please!" Jaime yelled from the back room.

"And me." I heard Tony say. I mock-groaned and made them all some coffee. We all sat down to discuss the setlist for the upcoming shows.

"So I was thinking, we could start off with Chemical Kids and Mechanical Brides, then maybe go on to Disasterology?" This was probably the first time I had suggested what songs we could start off with. The guys all stared at me, clearly shocked, but agreed.

A while later, we had it sorted and were heading to the venue. Everything was going perfectly well, and it didn't seem like anything could destroy my mood. Practice went great, and soundcheck was fine. From where we were standing at the side of the stage, we could see the fans pooling in. Oh, did I mention that the band to play before us was Sleeping With Sirens? Sleeping With Sirens! Those guys were pretty awesome, I'm glad we got to spend the next month touring with them.

Sleeping With Sirens finished their set and ran off, accompanied by all the fans' screaming. We each greeted them and spent a few minutes talking to them while our stage manager set up our instruments. After a short while, I decided to head out to the stage and check my drumkit to make sure that everything was set up how I like it. I went back backstage and Jaime and Tony checked their guitars. When they returned, Vic went and checked his guitar. I must say, our stage manager makes sure that everything is set up perfectly at every single concert we give, I'm really glad he's working for us.

Anyway, everything was ready and we ran on stage and started playing Chemical Kids and Mechanical Brides. When the song was over and Vic was about to say his usual introduction, I noticed him wink at someone at the side of the stage. Who was my brother winking at and why? Then I noticed him. It was Kellin Quinn from Sleeping With Sirens. What the fuck? We just met those guys and my older brother was winking at him? I sighed and tried to ignore it. We continued with our set. When we had finished, we ran off the stage waving and smiling. As soon as we were off, I dropped my fake smile and stormed off to our changing room. I sat down on the couch and sighed. I was hoping this would be perfect, but that one tiny detail ruined my mood. Whatever Vic and Kellin's relationship was, they could make it more subtle! Anyway, they barely spoke for five fucking minutes and they were already winking at each other. I let out an exasperated whimper and stood up to get changed out of my sweaty clothes. I had only managed to put clean pants on when there was a knock on the door and Vic walked in. He seemed to be completely unfazed by the lack of my shirt.

"What's wrong Mike? Has something happened? You seemed so happy before the concert, but now you just look distraught." Vic sat down on the couch and pulled me down with him, not letting me get my t-shirt on. I looked at the floor, not wanting to answer.

"Mikey, you're my baby brother and I love you, you know you can trust me with anything, right?" He wrapped his hands around my waist and enveloped me in a gentle hug. I sighed. He told me he loved me, but obviously he thought nothing of it. I wanted more... Wait, why was I thinking about my own brother like this? I'm such a fucking creep.

"Shh, Mike, it's going to be okay." I heard my brother say. What? I... I wasn't crying, was I? I lifted my head up from his chest to look at him. Everything was blurred. I guess I was crying then. I was a creep and a wimp. This isn't looking too good for me so far. Vic reached his hand up to wipe the tears off my face.

"I love you." I muttered and buried my face in his chest again.

"I know, I love you too. Now tell me, what's bothering my little bro?" He pulled my face up and looked into my eyes.

"It's nothing, Vic. I'm fine." I said. He shook his head.

"No, you're not. You're crying and shaking. Plus, I can tell from the look in you eyes." He patted my head softly and smiled.

"It's really nothing. Don't worry about me, I'll be okay. I guess I'm just over thinking..." I wiped my face and tried to stand. Vic dragged me down to sit on his lap.

"Mike, why don't you want to tell me?"

"No reason, there's really nothing wrong."

"Yes there is, Michael Christopher Fuentes. You can't fool me that easily." He kept insisting. What do I tell him? 'I think I'm in love with you and I got jealous because you winked at that guy from Sleeping With Sirens'? No. That's pathetic. Why would I even think that?

"Victor, like I said, I was just over thinking about some things. It doesn't matter." He hates it when anyone uses his full name, so I thought this was the perfect opportunity as he used mine. I wasn't planning on telling him anything, at least for now. I just wish he would let it go and stop pestering me...

A/N Hey guys! How do you like this story so far? Do you think it's alright? Please leave a review if you can. Tell me how I can improve, what I should include, where this story should go next... etc.
Oh, by the way, I'm not a big fan of SWS but both the bands are pretty close so I thought I'd give it a shot with a bit of Kellic here and there. Sorry if the SWS guys are OOC later on! So yeah, please R&R or whatever else you want to do, reviews are always greatly appreciated!