We looked at each other, laughing. Only a short and warm distance between us.

"Wow, you are a real princess now, bitch" I said to him, giggling. I approached his hand to my lips to blow his nails. "It's gonna be a while, don't touch anything until they dry".

"Thank you, girlfriend" Ben said to me, joking. My cheeks turned red.

"So...do you think Chris choked on a Big Mac? It's been a while" I said. Ben was carefully looking at his recently painted nails. He looked so beautiful I just wanted to hug him and give him a smooth fat kiss, but that would be awkward to just jump on him like that. Besides, fear of rejection gnawed my insides.

"Maybe we can go look for him and have a little tour. I could totally gulp a Big Mac right now" he answered.

We came out of the hotel and strolled through the park in front. It was getting dark, and surprinsingly we spotted Chris signing autographs to a couple of lady fans.

"Hey cheeseball, whatcha doing?" Ben said to Chris. He looked at us and smiled.

"Hey mates, I was going back for rehearsal just now".

"Screw rehearsal, we're going for a walk and we were looking for you, mate" I said punching him friendly on his shoulder. 

The three fans looked up at Ben and me and started screaming for autographs and pics. After a couple of flashes, we started walking down the park. I couldn't control myself and jumped on a swing. Ben and Chris laughed at me as usual, but they quicky joined me.

After the park and McDonalds (Chris couldn't be happier to be back for the second time that day) we went back to the hotel to rehearse for tomorrow night. I was constantly distracted looking at Ben during the rehearsal, until I started to control myself when I realized Chris was looking at me suspiciously. Thing is this wasn't strike one for me. I had seen Chris looking at me in my most vulnerable moments when I get lost watching Ben laughing, or when we talk about something and I just can't manage the expression of deep love in my face, or when I can't stop looking at the highlights of his hair. But when I stop for a second and I relive those moments, there's almost a hint of resentment in Chris's eyes, a bitterness I can't actually describe and decode. What if he knows what I feel? What if he senses my secret love for Ben? But nothing I think about that explains his attitude, his look, his feelings. What if...?