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You held Malachi's face gently in your hands as you two kissed in the dimly lit bathroom of the tour bus. You'd forced him to make an album with you so your label could drag him on tour with you.

It was good press. He was also an amazing kisser. And who were you to pass up on kissing your hot friend?

His hands sat hesitantly on your waist and you pulled back, staring up at him from where you were sat on the counter.

"What?"

"Nothing. I thought I heard someone... We should go. You'll be late for sound check."

"I moved sound check," you admit, wrapping your arms around his neck. "My band is going last."

He was awkward with the news but eventually kissed you again.

He was like this a lot lately. He'd be excited that you chose him, and would happily press his body against yours in the dark places of wherever your band performed. Then, he'd freak out and pull away from you.

"Are we in love?" You'd asked him and he laughed.

Then it became your joke. But recently, he's been weird about that, too.

After noticing he wasn't really into it anymore, you left the tour bus to find someone to hangout with, annoyed that Malachi had wasted your time again.

You guys had an agreement. Hook ups and not talking about it after. You were friends. Good friends. You didn't know why he was pulling away now.

Maybe he was talking to someone new. Maybe he was trying to figure out how to end this. That was the only thing you could think of that would make him behave so oddly around you.

"Maybe he thinks you're gonna end it first. He's probably grappling with the very real possibility that you'll find someone new on the tour," your bassist points out.

"But that's insane. There's no stranger I'd rather kiss over Mal."

"Well, maybe you should just ask him?"

"I did and he got weird about it, saying he just was feeling weird."

"Do you think he's falling in love with you?"

"What? Malachi? My Malachi? In love? You're hilarious."

"Well, I'd figure out what's up with him quick because if your chemistry is off at tonight's show, I'll kill you both myself."

You roll your eyes and head to Malachi's dressing room.

"Hey, {{user}}," he greets with his stupid pretty grin on his stupid pretty face. "What's up?"