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Audible Perfection

John

I chuckled to myself in amusement as I watched Pat prance around, frequently shrieking random nonsense. I sighed and crumpled my beer can in my hand before tossing it in one of the many trash bins, already filled to the brim.

"I'm tucking in." I spoke as I passed by Kennedy.

He spun around abruptly and grabbed onto my shoulder, "Are you okay?" He inquired cocking his head to the side.

I closed my eyes before managing to get out, "More so." I balled my hands up into a fist as a new wave of pain began to wash over me.

He dropped his hand and shook his head. "If you want, I'm sure Jared wouldn't mind to go to the nearest pharmacy to get you-"

"I said I was fine." I snapped, pinching the bridge of my nose in annoyance. I let out a deep breath and slumped my shoulder as Kennedy's concerned look turned into a one of masked hurt. "I'm sorry Kennedy, I've just been getting theses awful headaches lately, they're really bothersome."

He offered me a small smile before shrugging. "It's fine, I wouldn't be too happy either if I were in your shoes."

I nodded before jogging towards the bus, running a distressed hand through my hair. I licked my lips and quickly pulled my shirt over my head, tossing it towards the laundry basket.

I turned and began maneuvering my was past all the junk that littered the isle, shooting towards the bunks. I let a relieved smile stretch across my face as I dove under the blankets, pulling the duvet up around my torso.

I let my eyes close as my hands layed limp at my side. My headache began subtly fading away as my thoughts grew dark.

"Mhmm,"

My eyes snapped open as the voice wavered through the quiet room. My breathing grew labored as the new found noise continued to grow even louder, rising with every second that passed.

I swallowed forcefully, as my mouth began to dry up as I carefully rose, trying not to make any subtle noises. I winced as I rose from the ledge, jerking my arm back and abruptly hitting it against the bunk above mine.

I hesitantly tip toed over to the bathroom, pressing my ear up against the wooden door. My eyes widened in disbelief as the sound of a zipper being pulled down was audible.

Chills ran down my spine as minutes passed by and no noise was heard. I began to turn around right when my heart lurched into my throat.

"J-john,"

Garrett's voice rang out abruptly, causing me to gasp. My teeth began to chatter against each other as a million thoughts began racing through my mind. I sucked my bottom lip into my mouth and clenched my eye shut as a gut wrenching feelings washed over me.

I did not just hear that.

"Hey John where-!"

I gasped and automatically stood up, my thigh knocking into the metallic door knob. I blinked and forcefully swallowed, glancing up at Kennedy, my face covered with only one emotion: horror.

"What are you-"

"John?"

I wanted to dive into my bunk and pull the comforter around me as I glanced up at Garrett's flushed face.

I let out a nervous breath as I glanced around. "Um, yeah?"

Kennedy stepped back, cautiously, glancing at us with a curious face. "I'll uh- catch up with you guys.... later?"

Not one word was said as me and Garrett locked eyes. He promptly flushed red, ducking his head in shame for being caught red handed.

"Really, really later." Kennedy's words blurred together as he spoke quickly, dashing off the bus without shooting a glance back.

The awkward tension could be cut with a knife as me and Garrett didn't drop our intense gaze on one another. I ran a shaky hand through my hair before offering him a meek smile.

I can't fucking believe-

Oh fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck!

Fuck shit. Fuck this. I can't fucking believe that he- Oh shit. Dammit. This only happens in my fucking dreams- no wait nightmares.

I can't grasp that Garrett moaned out my fucking name. My fucking name. What's wrong with Pat? He's more gay-ish than I will ever be.

Jesus fucking Christ.

Fucking Bastard.

We're screwed. No one can find out about this- if- if- Oh god. I can't even imagine what Tim would do if he managed to find out.

It never once crossed my mind that Garrett would be.. kinda gay.. Gay? I mean, I always had my assumptions that possibly Pat was.... but Garrett?

My friend.

My bassist.

My.. Oh, god, Garrett.

He's.. I go to him in my time of need, when Jared isn't around.. Garrett, he's my shoulder to lean on when Kennedy is dog drunk. He's my comedian when Pat's passed out or has the stomach flu.

He's my rock when I have no money and we can't afford to waste time to stop and get a case of beer. Garrett he's-he's-he's..

Fuck.

I'm fucking screwed.

Here comes that headache again.
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