We Stitch These Wounds Ch. 6

     The two walked into the green room - holding hands of course - and smiling. Taylor was helping Nathan tune a guitar while Denison sat in the corner, licking cookies and counting all the chocolate chips. Taylor and Nathan both looked up and grinned widely.
"We were wondering when you two lovebirds would show up! We thought you two might've skipped out on us!" Nathan said, laughing.
"We just walk slow." Andy replied.
"Hey, can Andy borrow that guitar?" Chris said, pointing at it.
"Andy wanted to play me a song." Chris shot a quick glance at Andy who was smiling awkwardly, before looking away. Taylor looked at Andy and grinned.
"Oh suree.." Both Andy and Chris blushed at the sight of Taylor's smile. Nathan set the guitar down once he was finished tuning it and stood up. Taylor walked toward the doorway. "C'mon Caleb!" He yelled as he threw a strawberry cupcake down the hallway. Denison quickly jumped up and did a somersault down the hall, swallowing the cupcake whole. Andy's eye twitched. Taylor walked down the hall, laughing. Nathan followed close behind, yelling as he went,
"Use protection!!"
           Andy blushed. He picked up the guitar Taylor and Nathan had been using and made sure it was in tune. When he was ready he sighed.
"I'm kind of nervous.." He admitted, blushing.
"I haven't played this for anyone. Not even my band mates. I was saving it for you." Now it was Chris's turn to blush. Andy got a guitar pick and sat down on the couch with Chris, sitting criss-cross, beside him. He cleared his throat.

"I open my lungs dear.
I sing this song at funerals, no rush.
These lyrics heard a thousand times, just plush.
A baby boy you've held so tightly,
the pain it visits almost nightly.
Missing hotel beds, I feel your touch."

Andy concentrated on the guitar, and singing the right words. His face was bright red. He couldn't look up. He didn't want to see Chris's face.

"I will await dear, a patience of eternity, my crush.
A universal still, no rust.
No dust will ever grow on this frame,
one million years and I will say your name.
I love you more than I can ever scream."

Chris turned pink and smiled, his stomach fluttering while Andy on the other hand, turned a deeper red.

"Booked our flight those years ago,
I said I loved you as I left you.
Regrets still haunt my hollow head.
I promised you, I will see you again. Again.

I sit here and smile dear.
I smile because I think of you and I blush."

At these words Chris melted, his eyes glistening, a smile on his face.

"These bleeding hollow dials. This fuss.
A fuss that's made of miles and travels,
when roadways are but stones and gravel.
A bleeding heart can conquer every crutch."

Chris's face fell when he noticed that Andy's face was wet. He was crying.

"We booked our flight those years ago,
you said you loved me as you left me,
regrets still haunt your saddened head,
but I promised you I will see you.
Booked our flights those years ago,
I said I loved you as I left you.
Regrets no longer haunt my head,
but I promised you, and now Im home again.. Again.. Again..
Im home again."

   Chris's eyes twinkled as the last few chords were played.
"Andy?"
Andy set the guitar down and spoke softly.
"There's something I have to tell you."
He glanced up at Chris, ignoring his runny nose and watery eyes.
Chris folded Andy's hand into his.
"What is it?" Andy sniffed.
"I have to leave tomorrow."
Chris looked up, surprised.
"Why? Where?"
Andy wiped his eyes.
"Im on tour, remember? I have shows to perform."
Chris pulled his hands out of Andy's and buried his face into them, sniffling loudly.
"Chris..." Chris pulled his knees up and curled up into a ball.
Andy put his hand on Andy's shaking back, slightly hesitating.
"Chris.. I'm so sorry."
Chris looked up, eyes red, and face wet. He sniffed, glaring.
"If you really were sorry, you wouldn't leave me like this." Andy frowned.
"It's not like I have a choice. I would stay if I could but these shows are pre-planned. I can't just not show up." Chris shook his head and wiped his nose on his sleeve. "Whatever."
         Andy stood up and sat down on the ground in front of Chris and took his hands in his. He looked into his glistening, bright green eyes.
"I love you Chris. More than anyone else. But I really have to go." Then he got up, kissed him on the forehead and walked away, wiping his eyes as he left. As Andy walked out the door Chris looked at the floor and said in a whisper so quietly, only he could hear, "Don't go."