~Jinxx~

We arrived at our meeting point with an hour to spare. By 'we' I mean Jake, Christian and I.

"I'm going to get a drink, you guys coming?" I asked, hoping that they'd join me.

"Sure, the cafe or vending machine?" Christian replied. He smiled, revealing his perfect teeth. Oh how I wanted to kiss those lovely pink lips, look longingly into those perfect chocolate brown eyes, caress that cute face...

"Jinxx..? Are you still there?" A hand was in front of my face. Oh those amazing, soft hands...

"Jinxx!" Christian's voice echoed in my head. "Are you alright?" He gently shook me, his warm touch spreading through my body and going down into my crotch. Wait... What?! I felt my pants tighten. Shit. I shook myself back to reality.

"Huh? Sorry I..." I managed to say, looking into Christian's eyes before looking down at my shoes in embarrassment.

"Yeah.. Alright mate, let's get you a coffee or an energy drink, shall we?"

"And some pizza!" Jake yelled from behind us. I was being led to the cafe by the only person I could ever love. Christian Mora. His beauty was beyond perfection. Words could not express my love for him.

At the cafe Jake went to order and I stayed behind with Christian. He looked at me, concern filling his eyes.

"Jinxx I'm worried about you, man. You've been acting very strangely today... Is there something wrong?"

"I'm... Fine. I need to go to the toilet." I stood up and hurried to the toilet, where I then threw up my breakfast. I guess my eating disorders are back. Just when we're going on tour. Great. I just can't let the guys notice and I'll be fine.

I rushed back to our table and sat down, looking down at the coffee that Jake bought. I didn't want to drink it any more. I felt so... So isolated, so depressed. I guess my depression is also back to haunt me.

"Jinxx, we're really worried about you. Are you alright? Do you need us to get you anything? Are you ill?" This time Jake spoke up, his voice was filled with anxiety and concern. I guess they were truly worried. I couldn't tell them about my problems, they'd hate me...

"I'm fine..." I choked out.

"Jeremy, you know that when someone says they're fine, they mean that they're feeling like shit and want to die. What's wrong?" Christian said. I shivered. It was so cute when he used my full name, but also scary. He rarely called me Jeremy. Well, no one actually called me that, so it made it pretty cute.

"I..." I sighed. I couldn't tell them. "It doesn't matter, I'm fine."

"We know you're not, but if you don't want to tell us then that's your choice... Just... Don't do anything.. Stupid. Please." I sighed again.

"I'll try, Christian. I'll try..."

~Five minutes later.~

"Hey guys, did you get here alright?" Ashley bounced up to us. He hugged each of us, one by one, and when he hugged me, I just stood there staring into space. I really just wanted to get on the bus and lock myself in my room. Then Andy hugged us all. Again, I just stood there, glued to the spot. He noticed something wasn't right, but he didn't question me. Occasionally he would send suspicious glances my way, but I wasn't bothered. I didn't feel right, I didn't think I ever would.

A few minutes later, Kellin and our tour bus arrived. He greeted us and helped us get our bags up on the bus. I was supposed to have either the last top or bottom bunk, Andy would have the one above or below me, Ash would have one next to us and CC and Jake would have the first bunks. Great. I would be on the other side of the bus to CC. I rushed to my bunk and stood there waiting for Andy to come so I could just go to sleep. He came, pulled back the curtain and sat down.

"Jinxx, what's the matter? I'm really worried about you..." He tried to get me to sit down next to him on the bunk, but I shrugged him off.

"Top or bottom?" I muttered.

"What?"

"Top or bottom bunk?"

"I'll take top. Listen, don't change the subject. I know that something is bothering you." He succeeded in turning me around to face him. I knew that if I spoke, I would start crying, so I just climbed in, sat down and put my head in my hands.

Andy sighed and muttered something along the lines of: "This isn't even our first day of tour yet and I've already had to deal with two depressed men." I couldn't help it. I started crying. I didn't want to bother him, and if he was sitting here trying to 'comfort' me just so he wouldn't feel bad then he may as well leave me alone.

"Fuck off Andy. I don't need your help. I know you'd rather spend time with the rest, because I know they're better, so j-" he cut me off.

"I didn't mean it in that way! I'm sorry, alright? I just can't believe that everyone has been so... Upset over the past few months! They're not better than you, alright? You're kind, caring, cute, attractive and ignore the last two. Trust me, Miles. You're an amazing guy. Look I-" he bit his lip as if to stop himself from saying any more. Andy is the only person who calls me Miles. I think it's really cute, so whenever he calls me by my middle name, I know he's trying to make me smile. It usually works, but it didn't now. He knelt down in front of me, and pulled my chin up so that I was forced to look into his crystal blue eyes.

"I... I love you." He whispered before gently connecting his lips to mine. They rested there for a second and he pulled back, his cheeks turning a soft crimson color. I reached up and threw my arms around his neck, bringing him closer and connecting our lips once again. My salty tears stained my cheeks and fell over our lips, the liquid mixing with saliva once we slipped our tongues in each other's mouths. This felt good. His smooth tongue played with mine in his mouth, making my pants become slightly tighter.

Without breaking the kiss, Andy swiftly unbuttoned the top few buttons of my shirt. He then kissed every inch of my bare skin, making a quiet moan escape my mouth.

"I... I can't do this. I'm sorry." I gently pushed him off, buttoned my shirt back up, wiped my eyes of the tears and ran out, locking myself in the bathroom.