*Carry On*

***Brian's POV***

"So I got us reservations at Baci tonight for our send off diner," Matt says as I work on picking and packing up my equipment after our last rehearsal. "We'll go eat and then take it to Johnny's for shots for the road. You assholes better look nice and Gates for the love of god, no beanie..."

All the guys burst out laughing as I pull my scull cap beanie further down over my head. "But it's my home!" I say in a high pitched voice while sinking down into a ball on the floor. "My brain won't know how to play without it!" It was true, I had worn my beanie all through the writing of our new album and to every rehearsal. I am pretty sure Jimmy is convinced its growing along with my hair.

"Only one way to find out!" Johnny laughs before ripping the fabric free and taking off through the rehearsal space.

"No I'm melting!" I cry before standing up and chasing after Johnny. "Give it back shot shit or I'll turn you into a fucking garden gnome with you bass shoved so far up your ass you'll burp our songs!"

"Can't spell bass without ass," Zacky laughs as I jump over his case in hot pursuit. "Watch it assholes!"

"Ive always known he secretly was a gnome. Come back! I'm after me lucky charms!" Jimmy screams before chasing after both of us. "Give me your lucky charms!" I laugh as I bolt after the short one. I'm not about to stop Jimmy from searching Johnny's pockets again for the lucky charms he'll never find.

The next thing I know, I trap Johnny in the corner and just as I reach for my beanie, Jimmy slide tackles both of us to the ground.

"Ugh, where is it, ass munch?" I say, squirming around the ground looking for my beanie.

"I've found me lucky charms!" Jimmy screams, pushing me off of Johnny before bolting away with Johnny's wallet.

"That's my wallet!" Johnny yells after him as my eyes scan the floor for my precious beanie.

I honestly don't even want to know what my hair looks like right now and I especially don't want Kaylyn to see it. My eyes travel up her exposed legs and up her body to see her holding my beanie in one hand with an amused look on her face. Holy fuck how did she get my beanie? The only problem is that she isn't looking at any of us! She has her eyes glued to that damn computer screen like she has for the past two days. It's been back and forth between her phone and the computer and she says it's work. Well, if I'm not mistaken, I could have sworn I was work too! So your eyes should be watching me finger the hell out of my guitar and pretending its on your body! Just one sexy glance in my direction...please?

I even took her out for breakfast this morning but it was more like eating alone. Kaylyn was on her damned phone the entire time, giggling and laughing and completely ignoring my existence. Then when we get to rehearsal, she talks and laughs with the guys but I only get fucking one word answers and the cold shoulder. What the hell did I do? I fucking hate this!

I quickly pull myself off the floor to reclaim my beanie. As I take a seat next to her and put my beanie back on she doesn't even acknowledge my existence. Her finger just continue to fly on the keyboard, her mind in fucking Rizzo land. What does a guy have to do to get some attention? I try putting my arm around her over the back of the couch. Oh, is that a smirk? Come on, you've got to give me more than that, you tease.

"Alright, I'm heading out to get ready," Zacky calls over and I give him a wave before he and the rest of the guys head up the stairs.

"See you at six," Matt says before moving out of sight.

"You do know dinner is a technology free zone?" I whisper in Kaylyn's ear and I place my hand on her exposed knee. I honestly think she should wear skirts and dress in business casual more often because she looks fucking smoking hot with her hair pulled up in a bun. Oh the things I could do to this woman...

Kaylyn's dark eyes suddenly turn on me for the first time in days and I'm not ready for the shock wave of emotions that hit me. My jaw drops lightly and I fight to find my breath again. What the hell is she doing to me? A smile comes over those beautiful lips and I feel myself leaning forward, wanting to claim my prize.

"Ready?" She asks, closing her laptop and standing up. I can only nod as I watch her turn and walk away from me, my dick twinning painfully in my pants. How can she be all over me one day and drop me the next? I didn't understand and it is really starting to piss me off.

The car ride home is a quiet one as Kaylyn scans through the stations on the radio. I can't help but glance over at her beautiful form, looking at the little piece of her tattoo that is peaking out of her hitched up skirt. Now I am convinced that she is slowly killing me.

"Are you okay?" I ask just as she picks up her phone again. Who the hell is she texting like the world is ending?!

"Never better," she smiles as I park the car. You've got to be fucking kidding me? This is not the Kaylyn I've grown to....don't go there, Haner.

I pinch the bridge of my nose and sigh, knowing that I want to ask her about us and why she is giving me the cold shoulder. But what us? Oh right, I'm the one who is trying to hide these feelings to avoid...well something like this. It fucking sucks being in this 'business' relationship. I hate to admit it to myself....but I want more. This one word answer, ignoring me, no touching nonsense is getting old fast. I want her next me...kissing me, touching me, loving me...NO! STOP THINKING THAT!

"I'm getting in the shower," I mumble as we enter the house, though I know she's not really listening.
I quickly head to my room and head straight for the shower. The hot water cascades down my back and I can't help but think about what it would be like to have Kaylyn in here with me. To have her hot ass pressing against the glass as I fuck her senseless...No! I bang my fist against the glass door. What the fuck is wrong with me?

After some thinking time in the shower, I carefully start to work on this mop that I call hair on top of my head. It takes a good twenty minutes for me to get my spikes to stay up just the way I want them. Damn, now I remember why I keep wearing the fucking beanie. I quickly pull out a nice pair of pressed dark wash jeans, a black button down shirt, and my boots. Shads said to look good didn't he?

I head back downstairs to find the living room empty with the exception of Kaylyn's open laptop on the
coffee table. Oops I guess I took longer than I thought getting ready...

As I wait for Kaylyn to come back down, I head to the kitchen and pour myself a glass of scotch to kick off the evening. God knows I would need it if Kaylyn kept up this little game she's been playing. I take my glass and head over to the couch and take a seat, trying to ignore my urge to snoop on Kaylyn's computer. It's then that the email alert sounds and I lose all self control. My eyes instantly go the the email, 'Hear Me Out Plz!' and suddenly everything makes sense.

Who the fuck is this Alex guy and why is Kaylyn talking to him? Is this the guy that gave there that ring? I feel my blood boiling and I have to push the computer away from me. I suddenly realize that I've told Kaylyn almost everything about my life and she hasn't mentioned one fucking thing about herself...Is she just using me for sex.

I lock my jaw and lean back into the couch, taking a big gulp of scotch. The burn feels better than the betrayal I'm feeling right now. I can't believe she would do this to me too, even after I told her everything. My eyes fixate straight ahead and I work on fighting the urge to smash the laptop and upturn the table.

"Brian?" Oh perfect here she is. I swallow thickly, refusing to look at her. "Are you okay?"

"Who's Alex?" Is all I can manage to hiss out. I hear her heels come down the stairs and she stops in front of me. I can't look at her and let those eyes distract me.

"It's none of your business," she snaps while scooping up her lap top. "And how dare you look through my personal stuff! Have you ever heard of personal boundaries?!" She rages.

I scoff before locking my eyes with hers. "Oh, so now you want to talk about personal stuff? Now that you've gotten exactly what you wanted?" I say standing up and taking a step towards Kaylyn. She gaps and backs up. Oh you're not getting out of this one so easily.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Kaylyn narrows her eyes but little does she know that she is just adding fuel to the fire.

"Oh I don't know!" I retort in an overly sarcastic tone. "How about how you dragged every last piece of personal information out of me and I don't know a fucking thing about you? I guess for all I know, you could be selling my story to the fucking press. Oh, I'll tell you my story if you tell me yours," I say, mocking her her voice.

"How fucking dare you!" Kaylyn hisses, her eyes welling with tears. Good you can feel some of the pain that you've caused me!

"How fucking dare me?" I rage, my fire burning hotter now. "HOW FUCKING DARE YOU?" I throw my scotch glass at the wall in the kitchen. "After I've told you fucking everything and you make me fucking fall for you, you pull the silent treatment?" Kaylyn's jaw drops at my words but I can't stop the word vomit that keeps coming out. "I've been trying to open myself up to you so I could give you the things I thought you fucking deserved! But whatever...I hope Alex is worth it..."

I pinch the bridge of my nose as I sink back down into the couch, wishing I could take back the words that i just said. I'm hurt even though I didn't want to admit it to myself.

"Brian..." Kaylyn says softly, moving over to my side. "I think it's time I fess up..."

Great...more fucking secrets.

Notes

Ohh dear...how is Kaylyn going to react to all this and the night before tour nonetheless!

Did she finally get the admission she was looking for?

Will she leave?