Joe's been acting weird lately. Well, weirder than usual. I mean, he's been avoiding me like I'm the plague. The only thing he talks to me about, when he actually does talk to me, is about the band, and that's seldom that he speaks to me. I don't think I smell. Did he… no he couldn't have found out about my feelings for him. Right? Gah! Why did I fall for my brother?
Anyways, we were on the way to our Chicago show. Hopefully Joe would speak to me then.. We have to share a dressing room, so that should make him talk to me, at least I hope so.
Sometimes… it's a curse to share a dressing room with your brother, or in my case, your current love interest. Do you have any idea how hard it is to not check him out?! Curse you dressing room assignment person! Not the point. I checked him out when I thought he wasn't looking. Pulling on my vest, Joe and I met up with Nick, before we ran onto the stage.
The screaming mass of girls was little help to keep my mind off of Joe. The show seemed to go by in a blur. That is, until we started Take A Breath. Joe came close to me, brushing his arm against mine. Focus on the cords Kevin. Focus! I looked back up at him, and our eyes locked. Is he… is he blushing?
After we finished, I followed Joe into our dressing room. "Hey…" I said, trying to get him to talk to me.
"Hey," was all I got back. Dammit Joe, why aren't you speaking to me? I didn't realize I said that out loud, until Joe looked at me.
"Excuse me?" he asked.
"I said, why aren't you speaking to me?" I replied.
"What are you talking about Kevin? I've been speaking to you." Great, he was avoiding the question.
"Joseph, stop avoiding the question. The only time you speak to me is when it's about the band, or if it's important. Now, I miss talking to my brother, so what's wrong?" I waited for an answer. But watching his eyes shifting away from me I saw he was not going to answer the question. "Joe… I…"
"I heard you singing the other day," Joe told me.
"What?" Oh God, what did he hear?
"Kevin… I know that song was about someone. Why didn't you tell me you had a girlfriend?" he smiled, but I could tell it was forced.
"That's because I don't."
"Oh, well, then… who's the lucky girl?" Why was he forcing himself to be so jovial about this?
"Joe, there isn't any girl." His smile slipped a little, but still remained.
"Ok, so who's the lucky guy?"
I was getting sick of hiding. Before I knew what I was doing, I had shoved Joe against the wall of the dressing room, and looked him in the eyes. "It's you, Joseph. I'm in love with you!" I shouted before I slammed my lips against his.