Guess who's just seen Avril Lavigne.
Title: Things I'll Never Say
Pairing: Jaybourne
Part: I've decided it's a bit long to be a standalone so this is part one of, I reckon, about 5 shortish bits.
Disclaimer: Never has happened, never will happen.
Authors Notes: Like I said, the parts are shortish because I decided it was probably too long as a standalone. It looked so much longer when I hand wrote it.
Matt tapped gently on the door to the 'living room' area of Busted's fourteen-bed tour bus, "James, dude" he smiled popping his head round the door frame as his friend quickly averted his eyes from the TV to Matt and back again. Matt stepped into the room and watched the screen curiously- the younger boy appeared to be engrosed in a programme about the mating ritual of the grasshopper- he raised an eyebrow and shook his head, taking a seat next to James."What you watching?"
"Dunno" came the reply, as the blonde boy shrugged his shoulders, eyes still transfixed on the screen, seeming oblivious to the hand that was now being waved in front of his face.
Sighing, Matt stood up and left the room in favour of the area of the bus that Charlie had affectionatley nicknamed 'The Suicide Suite'. So called because it was the bed directly above the drivers cabin, looking out of a window the entire width of the bus which, in theory, any unfortunate sole sleeping in there were the bus ever to crash, would fly straight through. So, Charlie had decided, Matt must have a death wish. In reality, Matt just liked to lie in bed and watch the road as he travelled, it made the time pass faster and seemed to have a calming effect on him, allowing him to get lost in his thoughts and reflect on that nights show or whatever happened to be on his mind. Tonight it was James.
The two boys had been best friends for years, Matt couldn't remember a time when James hadn't been part of his life. Over the past few months Matt had become increasingly fond of his bandmate, which he at first had found extremely difficult to come to terms with. He'd talked to James about it, of course, there was nothing the two boys couldn't share with each other, and in time Matt had found it easier to deal with the fact that he was a lot fonder of James than he really should be when he knew full well that his friend was straight and nothing would ever happen between them, and he accepted it because he refused to let anything come between their friendship. But for the last few weeks, Matt had noticed James becoming more and more distant and detached from the group. At first he'd thought that maybe it was the stress of rehearsing for the tour, being in the same room with the same people making the same mistakes and trying to sort out the same problems day after day, that had been getting James down but the tour had been on the road for nearly a week now and if anything James had become more withdrawn. Matt knew how much James loved touring and so had come to the conclusion that whatever it was that was wrong with his friend must be his fault, maybe James felt uncomfortable around him now? Maybe Matt's feelings towards him should have been the one thing that they couldn't share with each other. Matt didn't know, but one thing he did know was that he didn't want to be the reason that James was unhappy. He had to find out what was wrong and he had to put it right.