PIPER'S POV

Tony was laying across my lap so I could scratch his back. We've been on tour for a week, and the more I'm on this bus, the stronger that feeling gets. My blood cells try to fight it, but they seem to be failing. I've honestly felt sick with this feeling, my stomach was all funky and my head had a slight pounding right in the middle, and all I wanted was to be around Tony.
"Does this hurt?" I asked. My nails were long, I didn't want to scratch him too hard.
"You've scratched my back harder before." He said. I smacked his back in a joking way and Tony laughed.
I enjoyed this man. He made me laugh and smile, and I just couldn't fight the feeling any longer. I don't want to feel this way, but it's better to let it happen than fight it.
"Tony, man, come on. It's time for sound check." Vic said. Tony sat up and pulled his shirt back on, then kissed me.
"You'll be there tonight right?" He asked, his face still right next to mine.
"I always am." I said. Tony smiled, making me smile, then kissed me softly.
"I'll see you in a little bit." Tony said, running out the bus door.
I stayed seated on the couch, finally alone in the bus. It's really hard to get alone time on tour, and for somebody who really does not enjoy the company of other people, like myself, alone time is vital for my existence. I threw my head back against the couch and shut my eyes. Ah, alone time.
I started thinking about the week we've been on tour. It's been a blast. I became super good friends with Jaime, we're always laughing and joking about something. Vic is teaching me how to play the guitar, since every time I try to get Tony to teach me, Tony gets distracted. Vic is a better teacher since he doesn't start at my boobs the whole time. And then there was Mike. Mike and I both share a love for drinking, and we both always have a beer in our hands. I prefer wine and he laughed saying "Tequila is life."
Then, there was Tony. Tony. Even hearing his name made me smile.
Man, my blood cells suck at fighting this feeling.
I climbed in his bunk at night when I had nightmares, and he just held me. He held me so close to him, and even though he starts to get sweaty, I just roll with it and fall asleep. He always is brushing my hair behind my ear, holding my hips or hands, and now I actually let him hold my hand. Whenever fans somehow run backstage, which I think is freaking AWESOME, he talks to them with ease. He's no longer the shy Tony I met at Leanna's wedding. And on top of all of that, when a fan makes a comment about me, he always says how amazing and gorgeous I am. Oh my gosh, this feeling. This feeling is so strong, and I keep wanting to fight it. It's great, but I'm feeling sick. I can't. I just can't.
Then it started to happen. My blood cells were fighting it. Suddenly, my headache was gone, and my stomach felt at ease. Then, a shiver went through my body. I couldn't feel, I just couldn't. I can't do it. The shiver made me bitter again, and it was okay with me. I can't let myself feel this.
I got up and got ready to head inside the venue. It was going to hurt Tony when he found out, but I just couldn't have any feeling, towards anyone. I'm bitter. Things just don't work that way.

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