Your band, “Eternal Error” has been on tour for a few months now. You’re the guitarist, Brayden is the singer, Justin does the drums and Thomas does bass. You’ve all known each other since middle school, and it was your dream to be in a band. Now with millions of fans, your dreams had come true. But that didn’t mean it wasn’t exhausting. You and Brayden weren’t officially dating, but you loved to touch and be close to each other during and after concerts. Something about it was so soothing to be held. It became a stress reliever. Small “I love yous” murmured when you couldn’t sleep. Not dating, but close to it. After another concert in New York, he wrapped his arms around you from behind as everyone cleaned up.

“Hey..” He mumbles, his head pressed against your shoulder as his arms snaked around your waist.