We walked out of the room with his arm still around my shoulders, and saw the others heading towards the door. It was still partially daylight out. I caught my manager at the door. "I'm going to stay in LA a bit longer, and fly home later." He nodded and smiled, extending a hand. "See you next tour." I nodded. "Will do, take care," shaking his hand.

We exited the building and the air was still warm, but not like before. Mark took his arm off my shoulders and I already craved more of his touch. I followed him and the rest of the guys to the parking lot. My stomach growled again, and I turned to Mark. "Any decent hotels around?" I asked, and he shook his head. "No nooo no, you're staying with me. You've been stuck on a bus forever, last thing you need is an uncomfortable hotel bed." He looked up at me and smiled again. I felt breathless by his gaze.

"Thanks man, that means a lot." Staying at Mark's house…images of him unzipping my pants resurfaced into my head and I rubbed my face, hiding my blush.

Why in the fuck was I so interested in Mark all of the sudden. MEN in general…I've definitely never been with a man, and the thought of it used to disgust me; now Mark is all I think about. Not just sexually…. but romantically? His gaze made me want to melt, and his voice made me shiver.

We reached a couple of cars; American ones so I had no idea what they could have been, but they were nice. "Sean's riding with me!" Mark yelled hopping into his front seat of his black car. I just chuckled and walked around to the passenger. "Ok, we'll meet you there!" Wade yelled from his car with Bob, Ethan drove himself. I settled into the car and placed my bag at my feet. The car was black leather and smelled like Mark; I looked in the back seat to see a protective sheet like thing with dog hair, probably from Chica.

Mark started the car; it was just him and I. "So, how was the tour?" He asked, putting his arm behind my head, and turned around to back up; it gave me goosebumps. I rubbed my arms.

"Fine, long." I laughed. He started driving and looked at me through his peripheral vision. "Signe's not with you?" He questioned. His voice was low, and concerning; my stomach sank.

I sighed and ran a hand through my hair. "No," my answer was simple. He looked at me again as if to say, 'that's all?'

I groaned. "We broke up. She was ready for things I wasn't; it wasn't right to keep her stuck." I admitted, staring at my hands and picking at my fingernails. I felt his hand on my shoulder; the goosebumps resurfaced. "I'm sorry man. That's rough. You guys were together awhile."

I nodded, I could feel the heartbreak I was avoiding. I loved Signe; dearly. We were together for years. "I contemplated for awhile if I should just give her those things; kids, marriage, all of it…But I am just not ready."

I looked up at him, he was focused on his driving but I could tell he was intently listening. "Amy isn't ready for any of that but; I don't know. We've been together awhile, I can just feel us growing apart. Not for any particular reason, just because." He said, turning a corner. I could hear the sympathy in his voice.

"I'm sorry man." I responded, this time placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder. He smiled. "It's alright, there's someone out there for us both." I laughed. "Hopefully."

I feel like an absolute fool! Secretly falling for one of my very good friends who happened to be the same gender as me. I felt disgusted and turned on all at the same time. What the actual fuck.

We arrived at our destination and we stepped out of the car. It was hot still, but the sun was now going down. I needed a drink; that was the longest couple of weeks of my life. I'd also do anything to kill this ongoing boner I had. The place was decently sized, lit up and pretty busy. I hoped we could get a table; I was starving. "I can't remember the last time I had an actual meal," I complained, grabbing my stomach. Mark smiled, and held the door for me, "I'll make sure you're fed." He fucking winked.

I chuckled slightly; unsure of what he meant, and walked in. "Table for 5 please." Wade was asking the hostess as Mark and I walked in.

We sat at a corner table, a bit hidden from the rest of the restaurant, as requested by Wade. Last thing we needed was to be ambushed by fans. I sat, and Mark sat across from me. Wade was on my right, then Ethan, and Bob next to Mark. I was a little upset Mark wasn't next to me, but I got to see his handsome face from this angle.

He smiled at me, and made faces to everyone from behind his menu. Bob was pretending to study it really hard. I just shook my head at my friends and looked at the menu.

Hmm…

"Thinking about barbeque wings, with fries,….and a jack and coke." I inquired, looking up from my menu, everyone but Mark was still staring at theirs, he was staring at me. I looked over to him and he quickly looked down to his menu again. "oh…yeah, that sounds good." He mumbled, acting a bit embarrassed. I raised an eyebrow but said nothing.

That was strange…

The waitress finally came, she was flirting hardcore with Mark and it made me a little upset. I pretty much barked my order at her, and it didn't even phase her. I felt bad.

My drink came and I pretty much guzzled it. I definitely needed it. Mark had some sort of beer in a tall glass.

"Wanna try?" He asked, pushing it toward my direction. I shrugged but tried it, purposely putting my lips where his were to taste him. What is wrong with me…

It was biter, and tasted like most beer. I made a face and shook my head no. He just laughed his light airy chuckle.

Dinner was amazing, I hadn't eaten like that in what felt like months. Mark snuck eye contact throughout dinner, to which I snuck some in as well. I even felt his foot touch mine.

I am digging way too far into this…He does not share these random feelings that I have. Why do I even want him to? I just discovered these feelings the other day…or did I?

"Gonna run to the restroom," I excused myself from the table as everyone finished eating. I walked through the restaurant searching, and could feel someone walking behind me. I finally found the restroom and entered. As soon as I turned, Mark was there. "Woah! You scared me." I laughed.

His face was serious, and a bit concerned. "Are you alright?" He asked,

I furrowed my brows and my stomach flipped a bit. "Yeah…are you?"

He nodded, "You've just been acting strange, wanted to make sure."

I laughed again, "And you followed me to the restroom to make sure I was ok?"

He looked down and blushed a bit, "No, I followed you because I don't think I'm ok." He was even more serious now.

"Are you ok? Do you wanna talk about it?"

He was quiet for a moment before looking up. "Yeah…Maybe later?" He asked, gave me a small smile, and turned, walking out of the restroom.

I stood for a moment in the silent restroom, contemplating what just happened.

Does Mark know? He couldn't know…I haven't said…or done anything to set him off…what does he want to talk about?

I hurried up and used the bathroom before heading back toward the table, my heart in my chest fluttering a mile a minute.