"Hey." Chris says.
"Hey, what's up?"
"Not much, want a smoke?" He offers me a cig.
"Sure, thanks."
We sit smoking for a second.
"So, who were you talking to on the phone?"
I stared at him. "What did you hear?"
"Um… Don't get mad.."
"I'm not."
"I heard everything."
"Oh, really?"
"Yeah. I followed you out here 'cause I wanted to talk to you."
"About what?"
"You still didn't answer my question."
"It was… A friend."
"Yeah. Totally. Friends confess their love to eachother. I didn't know you had a boyfriend."
"I don't. We don't date during tour. Long distance relationships don't work for us."
"So, he's in a band. And his name's Brian, right?"
"Yeah."
"Is it the drummer for Chelsea Grin?"
"No. His name is Brian?"
"Then tell me who it is."
"We're trying to keep it on the down low. If any press found out that we were ever a thing, they'd be going insane."
"Why?"
"Because we're both very famous for our shocking appearances and music."
"Who the hell is it?"
"Okay, fine, I'll tell you. But you have to promise to keep it a secret. I mean, we're not together right now, but still. Don't tell anyone."
"Not even Ricky?"
"Well, Ricky knows, but don't even talk about it."
"Okay, I won't. God, who is it?"
"You're gonna scream."
"…"
"It's Marilyn Manson."
"Fuck! You're not joking?!"
"Nope." I grinned.
"Shit! You're dating Marilyn Manson!"
"Not really anymore…"
"Yeah, I heard that."
"You heard everything?"
"Yep."
"So, you heard us talking about you then?"
"Yeah." He looks away, shyly.
"So yeah, I think I'm gonna do what he said." I grab his hand as I say this.
He looks up at me. We remain silent for awhile, just holding hands.
"I don't know, Y/N." He looks away.
"What do you mean?"
"I'll have to think about it. I'm not ready to jump into a relationship like that. Give me some time."
"Okay," I smile.
"In the meantime, we can hang out." He says, grinning at me.