Best friends, again?

Once we get out of the cab I feel very self conscious in my short dress having to take the walk of shame in front of not only Matt's band and all the technicians but all the guys of Bullet for my Valentine and I am thankful that Matt has his arm around my shoulder so I can hide my face in his shoulder as he leads me to the bus. Inside the bus I duck out from under Matt's arm and walk into the bunk section of the bus, pulling out an outfit at random and turn around to get into the bathroom I am stopped by Matt's body in the door frame watching me carefully, obviously not sure how to react to my sudden coldness.
“Hey” I raise my head as I hear Matt carefully approaching me. I look at him as he stops in front of me and caresses my cheek with his hand.
“Whats wrong?” I shrug my shoulders not really understanding my reaction myself. I feel myself being pulled forward and hide myself against Matt's chest, his familiar smell filling my nose, calming me. His strong arms making me feel oh so secure and his hands running across my back, soothingly making me feel loved. After a while he pulls me back and holds me at arms length looking deep into my eyes
“Better?” I nod my head, because I actually felt better. They won't think less of me – will they? It's not like I hooked up with someone random did I? I mean we both said that this feels like more, that we want to find out where this could take us so it really is not something bad is it?
This has nothing to do with what my parents think of me. Besides even if it was the boys are not as judgmental as my family is are they? I have nothing to be afraid of.
Besides we are two adults having consensual sex – there is nothing wrong with that.
I stretch up to my tiptoes and press a lingering kiss to Matt's lips.
“I was just overthinking things again” I smile at him and after another short kiss I grab one of his shirts out of his bunk and go into the bathroom top get changed into my hot pants and a tank top, putting Matt's shirt over it and knotting it in the front of my stomach. I apply some light Make up and walk out to find Matt wating for me on one of the couches, smirking at the sight of me in his shirt. He walks up to me as I slip on my black and white Vans and presses me against the wall, hungrily kissing me, his hands on my hips pulling me against him. I melt into his arms, my own winding around his neck, pulling him closer to me. Unfortunately we are interrupted by the door being opened and Jordan pushing his head through it his hand in front of his eyes
“Please tell me that you guys are dressed” Matt pulls away from me as we both have to laugh at his childish behavior and I pull his hand away from his eyes.
“Are you guys ready? Because we are like really hungry and we kind of want to go” I shake my head laughing. Boys.
“Yeah we are, we were just on our way out” I smile, grab my bag and walk down the steps behind Jordan to find cabs already waiting for us. I feel Matt coming down the steps behind me and feel his arm sneak around my shoulders again, I really like how he always finds little excuses to touch me. Holding my hand, wrapping his arm around my shoulder, having his hand at the small of my back, pulling my hair from my face or even poking my nose or pushing my shoulder with his.
We climb into a cab with Matt Tuck and Olli and let the driver take us to whatever restaurant the boys choose to have lunch at. Once there we push together a couple of tables and sit around them.
Sometimes between choosing our food and having it brought out Tuck turns to me and smiles at me knowingly. I raise my eyebrow in a questioning manner but I am sure I know exactly what he wants to talk about.
“Had fun last night” he smirks at me and laughs at me blushing. But I am reassured by Matt's hand squeezing my thigh although he is in deep conversation with Malia and one of the techs about something of their show that I don't really understand so I turn back to Tuck and smile at him.
“Yeah, I had. More than in a long time.” I smile softly and put my hand over Matt's intertwining our fingers. Tuck smiles as Matt takes out intertwined hands on the table
“Good. He's a good kid!” I smile at him softly and we turn our conversation to other topics such as the tour and what I am going to do after I have returned home.

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