*Carry On*

***Brian's POV***

I stare out the window with my ear buds in as the plane soars through the clouds. I hit play on my iPod and the sound of one of my new guitar tracks fills my ears. The track sounds frantic and sorrowful and I hate every second of it. This could possibly be the worst shit I've written in my life. I groan and grab my notebook and begin to scribble down notes frantically. There is no way in hell that I am going to let any of the guys listen to this shit. I have been slacking lately and need to get back on my game but yet something is still distracting me.

I look up from writing to see Kaylyn's beautiful dark eyes watching me closely. Giving her a small half smile, I turn back towards the window with my notes. I try to focus on writing my solos for the interludes on the upcoming tour but all I can think about are those eyes. That's all I've been able to think about all damn morning...

I open my eyes to see a set of dark brown ones staring back at me. She looks so peaceful and happy and I can't help but smile. Kaylyn's eyes light up while I gently push a stray piece of hair behind her ear. Why is she so fucking beautiful?

"Good morning," I say softly, propping myself up on my elbow to get a better look at her. I look over her tattoo covered body and can't help but bite my lip. Nothing is more attractive than a woman covered in good ink. Each work of art seems to accentuate her perfect body, causing my dick to twinge.

Kaylyn shyly hides her face in her face in her arms when she sees my eyes rake over her. "Good morning," she says with a blush. It's then that I see the monsters that cover her shoulders. I chuckle lightly and shake my head. "What?" She asks, becoming self conscious.

"You have monsters too," I say with a smile while my fingers move up to trace the creatures on her back. Kaylyn shivers at my touch and I feel my body getting warm and aroused.

She looks up at me again as I place a small kiss on the top of her head. I know that I need to stop this or else she is going to get the wrong idea, though I can't shake the feeling of how comfortable I am around her. I can't fall for her because it will only leave me broken and lost again. Letting out a long sigh, I quickly get up and start to get dressed. I avoid looking at Kaylyn's face because I bet she is frowning and I can't handle seeing her upset. I really need to draw line now for myself so I don't get hurt...

"So-so what's on the agenda today," Kaylyn asks casually, wrapping herself in the sheet. She is back to her all business tone and I feel a small twinge of regret wash over me. Here I am being a dick again...

I chuckle and look down at my feet. "Going back to Huntington Beach and getting ready for tour..." I pull up my pants and start looking around for my socks.

"Am I still staying at your place?"

I turn to find myself face-to-face those hauntingly beautiful eyes. Fuck...I am so screwed....

I irritatedly tap my pen against the window, knowing that I can't write the solo I want right now. I groan again and chuck the pen at the back of the seat and toss my notebook into the air. "Damn it!" I pull out my ear buds, tired of listening to crap I've written. I'm disgusted with everything about myself.

"You okay?"

I turn to see Kaylyn looking at me again but this time her hand rests on my arm. I avoid meeting those intoxicating eyes.I take in a breath, feeling an instant sense of relief come over my. How is it possible that she has this effect on me? Relax Haner, your are just friends.

"This fucking sucks and I can't write shit," I mutter, getting a sidelong glance from Matt across the aisle. "I need some inspiration..."

Kaylyn leans I and whispers, "well maybe I can help with that..."

I raise my brow at her, knowing I would love to see what she meant. But then I remember that she is the problem and my distraction. "Maybe," I say, though mainly because I don't want to hurt her feelings.

"Passengers, please return to your seats and get ready to land. Welcome to Huntington Beach!"

I sigh and look out the window as the plane starts to descend. When on earth am I going to get my shit together?

"Do you want to go out for lunch when we get back?" Kaylyn whispers into my ear. I stiffen and raise a brow at her. What is she playing at? Doesn't she understand the friends thing? "I-I mean the whole band...We can talk about your new image." She suddenly sounds professional and I sigh. The girl is all too observant of my every move for her own good! This is what I mean by someone getting hurt by likening me....I'm a fucking mess.

"How bout dinner after band practice?" I sigh, addressing the invite to the entire band.

Notes

Merry Christmas