p lang="zxx" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; background: transparent; line-height: 100%;"span style="color: #000000;"span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"span style="background: transparent;"When I woke up the next morning I felt terribly tired. But this was normal for me, I always felt like this when I cried the last evening. Also the concert and the stress yesterday were too much for me. But somehow I also felt relieved...although I didn't really know why, I felt strong enough to behave just as usual./span/span/span/span/p
p lang="zxx" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; background: transparent; line-height: 100%;"span style="color: #000000;"span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"span style="background: transparent;"When I was completely awake, I noticed that we were driving. So we drove to the next city for another concert, which was Boston./span/span/span/span/p
p lang="zxx" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; background: transparent; line-height: 100%;"span style="color: #000000;"span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"span style="background: transparent;"Maybe I should stop the tour now...maybe I should just drive back home and join my family. I wouldn't have to face Brendon every day – because I really wasn't sure if I could stand this. But actually I couldn't do this I thought when I was just brushing my teeth in the small cabin called bathroom. Actually I couldn't leave all of them. And it would be just more suspicious to leave now. I could say I was feeling too bad to stay, yes, this was a possibility. But if I really left now I couldn't control anything anymore. Nobody knows what will happen...only Dallon knew how I felt, but with these boys...you never know. So I would stay. "It will be okay", I told myself in the mirror, before I left. Actually I looked better than I felt. Thanks to my make-up.../span/span/span/span/p
p lang="zxx" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; background: transparent; line-height: 100%;"span style="color: #000000;"span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"span style="background: transparent;"I went to the front and asked our driver when we will be there. He said there was one hour left, so I went over to the small living room we had./span/span/span/span/p
p lang="zxx" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; background: transparent; line-height: 100%;"span style="color: #000000;"span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"span style="background: transparent;""Good morning", I said and smiled towards Dallon and Brendon. They were both just sitting there and talking. I wondered what it was about...When I came in they both looked up to me and smiled /"You feeling better now?", Brendon asked. I sat down next to him and nodded. It was not that I wanted to sit down next to him, this was just the only free seat...most of the time we sat on the floor here anyway. We simply were too much people for this bus./span/span/span/span/p
p lang="zxx" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; background: transparent; line-height: 100%;"span style="color: #000000;"span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"span style="background: transparent;""Yes, I'm okay again", I told him and smiled. Gosh, was this man beautiful. I immediately felt bad for thinking this and stopped smiling./span/span/span/span/p
p lang="zxx" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; background: transparent; line-height: 100%;"span style="color: #000000;"span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"span style="background: transparent;""You sure?", Brendon asked, still looking at me./span/span/span/span/p
p lang="zxx" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; background: transparent; line-height: 100%;"span style="color: #000000;"span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"span style="background: transparent;""Yeah, I just thought...", I answered. I looked over to Dallon. He was looking at me with this be-careful-look on his face. It was an awkward situation. We were all looking at each other, but nobody said /"Everything alright with you guys?", Spencer's voice suddenly came from the door and we all looked around. "I just thought...you were so quiet."/span/span/span/span/p
p lang="zxx" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; background: transparent; line-height: 100%;"span style="color: #000000;"span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"span style="background: transparent;""Yes, yes everything alright...", Dallon said. Amendment: Very awkward situation./span/span/span/span/p
p lang="zxx" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; background: transparent; line-height: 100%;"span style="color: #000000;"span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"span style="background: transparent;""Um, you guys wanna eat something?", Spencer asked, "we just made breakfast..."/span/span/span/span/p
p lang="zxx" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; background: transparent; line-height: 100%;"span style="color: #000000;"span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"span style="background: transparent;""Yeah, we're coming", Brendon said getting up. But he was looking at me with an very serious look on his face which had also something...sad?/span/span/span/span/p
p lang="zxx" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; background: transparent; line-height: 100%;"span style="color: #000000;"span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"span style="background: transparent;"I was confused when I followed them...what had this been? I was sure that Brendon was bothered by something and this was very unnormal for him, normally he didn't give a damn about his problems...at least at the outside. /span/span/span/span/p
p lang="zxx" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; background: transparent; line-height: 100%;"span style="color: #000000;"span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"span style="background: transparent;"-/span/span/span/span/p
p lang="zxx" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; background: transparent; line-height: 100%;"span style="color: #000000;"span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"span style="background: transparent;""Emma?", Spencer suddenly asked from my left – his fork half way to his mouth. I noticed that I had been watching Brendon all the time./span/span/span/span/p
p lang="zxx" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; background: transparent; line-height: 100%;"span style="color: #000000;"span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"span style="background: transparent;"I looked over to Spencer and smiled./span/span/span/span/p
p lang="zxx" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; background: transparent; line-height: 100%;"span style="color: #000000;"span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"span style="background: transparent;""Yes?", I asked, but he didn't smile back. I looked over but the others – especially Brendon – hadn't noticed us and were still chatting loudly. br /"Can I talk to you later?", Spencer asked quietly. Damn, did he notice my feelings? Dear God, please don't let him know anything. br /"Of course...", I answered, but I wasn't doing this fake smile anymore./span/span/span/span/p
p lang="zxx" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; background: transparent; line-height: 100%;"span style="color: #000000;"span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"span style="background: transparent;""Don't worry, it'll be okay", Spencer said and turned around to chat with the others again. What was this? Did he...did he know something? No, this wasn't possible...or was it?/span/span/span/span/p
p lang="zxx" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; background: transparent; line-height: 100%;"span style="color: #000000;"span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"span style="background: transparent;"-/span/span/span/span/p
p lang="zxx" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; background: transparent; line-height: 100%;"span style="color: #000000;"span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"span style="background: transparent;"When we had finished breakfast I was in a brilliant mood again somehow. We all tried to help washing the dishes...but it was the craziest idea ever. The kitchen wasn't much bigger than our bathroom...we could hardly move, so things were going a bit crazy./span/span/span/span/p
p lang="zxx" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; background: transparent; line-height: 100%;"span style="color: #000000;"span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"span style="background: transparent;""Come outside for a moment", Spencer said to my ear. I looked around and saw that they were all having fun, so nobody would notice us being outside for a moment. I followed him and was glad to be out of this kitchen where we were definitely too much people. We were already in Boston, so we could walk around outside the bus for a while./span/span/span/span/p
p lang="zxx" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; background: transparent; line-height: 100%;"span style="color: #000000;"span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"span style="background: transparent;""So...you probably know why I wanted to talk to, don't you?", he asked as soon as we were away a few metres./span/span/span/span/p
p lang="zxx" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; background: transparent; line-height: 100%;"span style="color: #000000;"span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"span style="background: transparent;""No, I don't know", I lied, although I knew very well what he wanted to talk about. Brendon, for sure. Would he also tell me that I should be careful and should stay away from him as Dallon tried to? Well, this won't be easy when you're on tour with him.../span/span/span/span/p
p lang="zxx" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; background: transparent; line-height: 100%;"span style="color: #000000;"span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"span style="background: transparent;""You do...Brendon...and well, I don't do thing like this usually, but...", he stuttered. Why did he stutter? If he wanted to tell me that he noticed my crush on Brendon, why didn't he just do this?/span/span/span/span/p
p lang="zxx" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; background: transparent; line-height: 100%;"span style="color: #000000;"span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"span style="background: transparent;"Suddenly he stopped and looked at me. "You know, I really hate talking about this, but I noticed that you kind of like Brendon..."/span/span/span/span/p
p lang="zxx" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; background: transparent; line-height: 100%;"span style="color: #000000;"span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"span style="background: transparent;"I couldn't lie. But if I told him that he was right, the whole bus would be informed very soon, especially Brendon. But I had though he might ask me this since he told me that he wanted to talk to me. And actually I had no choice./span/span/span/span/p
p lang="zxx" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; background: transparent; line-height: 100%;"span style="color: #000000;"span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"span style="background: transparent;""I do, kinda...", I told him, "but...I know how stupid this sounds, but maybe you can just keep quiet? And talk to nobody about this?"/span/span/span/span/p
p lang="zxx" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; background: transparent; line-height: 100%;"span style="color: #000000;"span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"span style="background: transparent;""Emma, I would never do this", he said, "but...I'm sure Brendon doesn't know about your crush yet, but does Dallon know? He was looking at you in a...special way."/span/span/span/span/p
p lang="zxx" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; background: transparent; line-height: 100%;"span style="color: #000000;"span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"span style="background: transparent;"Wow, I didn't know that Spencer was this considerate./span/span/span/span/p
p lang="zxx" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; background: transparent; line-height: 100%;"span style="color: #000000;"span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"span style="background: transparent;""Um, yes and no. So Brendon doesn't know, of course, but Dallon does, you're right." It was too late anyway so I started to talk freely about this./span/span/span/span/p
p lang="zxx" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; background: transparent; line-height: 100%;"span style="color: #000000;"span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"span style="background: transparent;""Anyway", Spencer said and looked at me again, "I just wanted to tell you one thing..."/span/span/span/span/p
p lang="zxx" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; background: transparent; line-height: 100%;"span style="color: #000000;"span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"span style="background: transparent;"I looked at him and waited. What would I hear now?/span/span/span/span/p
p lang="zxx" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; background: transparent; line-height: 100%;"span style="color: #000000;"span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"span style="background: transparent;""Talk to Brendon. You won't believe me at the moment, but this will make things much easier." Then he turned around and walked back to the bus, I stood there and looked after him. What was he talking about?/span/span/span/span/p