20- fool's gold

 

"Hey, Dan?" Will grabs my shoulder, turning me around to face him.

"Hmm?" I reply, taking a sip of my whiskey.

"What was with the fans breaking down before and during the concert? And same with you?" His eyes were full with terror and his face read worried.

I gulp hard and shake my head, leaving the room to walk into the sea of waiting fans outside.

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"Where's Kyle?" A male fan, about eight-teen, asks me, looking around. I just shrug him off, walking to another fan. My ears start to burn as I hear fans talking about Kyle and asking where he is and what is happening.

"Psst! Dan!" I hear a familiar voice whisper. Turning around, I see Ky standing in the center of a few fans, the fans not seeming to notice. I cock my head to the side, raising my arms at him, confused. Kyle waves me over and I follow him into the tour bus. I shut the door behind me, looking at him as he stands in the center of the walk way of the bus.

"What do you want, Ky?" I walk up the two steps towards him, but I am stopped in my tracks as I feel a pair of lips meet mine.