***Disclaimer*** This story is fiction...I don't know the truth *but* i'm yet to find out the truth and I will. All the things in the stories I actually believe happened...will happen (well some parts...like the beginning I don't) LOL so just go ahead and read now!

Justin sat in his bunk of the bus thinking. 'Do I tell them? Or do I not tell them?' Justin pondered to himself. He needed to get it off his chest, but he didn't want to risk everything. Justin decided it would be best if he went to sleep. That might help his decision in telling everyone his secrets.

"NO...ahh...how can you?" Justin screamed.

"Did you guys hear something? It sounded like a..." Chris started to ask but they heard it again.

"No...no...no...stop! Ahh...no." Justin cried.

"That's Justin." JC said and quickly ran to where the bunks were.

"No...I thought that you were my best friend." Justin cried. JC flew open the curtain to find Justin thrashing the sheets and kicking the blankets. He was sweating badly. JC threw the blankets off of Justin.

"Justin...Justin." JC said shaking him. Justin's arms started hitting JC's hands away.

"Stop...no...please." Justin continued to scream and cry in his sleep.

"Justin wake up." JC said still shaking Justin. Justin opened his eyes and saw JC sitting on the edge of his bed.

"Are yo-..." JC began but Justin punched JC hard in the jaw. Justin pushed passed JC and climbed out of his bunk and ran into the back of the bus. JC got out of the bunk holding his jaw.

"Did he just hit you?" Chris asked.

"Yeah." JC said still holding his jaw in disbelief. JC walked into the back of the bus. Justin was sitting on the couch with his knees brought to his chin. JC walked over to him and sat down next to him. "Justin...talk to me. What's wrong?" JC asked. Justin let his legs fall to the ground and looked at JC.

"I'm sorry." Justin said crying.

"Tell me what's wrong."

"I...JC...I'm so sorry. Please don't hate me!" Justin begged. JC moved closer wrapping his arms around Justin in a tight hug. Justin wrapped his arms around JC and sobbed softly as JC rubbed his back.

"Justin, I could never hate you. You're my best friend. I couldn't hate you if I tried."

"I'm sorry." Justin said again holding onto JC tighter.

"My face is fine, don't worry." JC said reassuringly. JC went to pull away from Justin but he held on even tighter. "Wow Jus...let go...just a little." JC laughed at being squeezed.

"Sorry." Justin said letting go a little bit.

"So tell me what happened. Tell me about that dream?" JC asked still stroking Justin's back. Justin shook his head no. "Jus please. "You'll feel better."

"No. No I won't." Justin said crying harder again.

"Did it have to do with me?" Justin cringed at the thought of the dream and then nodded his head.

"What did I do to you? You were so upset." Justin pulled away from JC and looked at him before speaking.

"You hated me. You...hated me."

"Justin. I'd never do anything to hurt you." Justin looked down. "Justin you have to believe me. I would never do anything to hurt you...none of us would." Justin still stared at his hands, never looking up at JC. "Tell me...please." Justin only responded by nodding and 2 minutes later he began.

"I told you something."

"What did you tell me?"

"Something I've kept to myself for a while...and...when I told you...you were...you got soooooooooo...so pissed at me. You didn't want to be friends with me anymore...probably kick me out of the group." Justin said letting a few tears fall from his face. JC moved closer again and pulled Justin into another hug as he held onto JC tighter.

"Can you finish?" JC asked softly. Justin nodded, this time not letting go of JC.

"I will all of it...but not now...I need all of you to be here."

"Ok." JC nodded. "We have a show tomorrow. We should really go to bed now anyway." JC said letting go of Justin and was about to get up.

"No...please...can you sleep back here with me?" Justin asked.

"Justin."

"Josh please?" Justin begged. JC's heart nearly skipped a beat when he heard Justin call him Josh. No one had called him that in a long time except for his mother, but she was an exception. "Please Josh?"

"Ok Justin." JC said giving into Justin's pouting face, and him calling him Josh didn't help that much either.

"Thanks." Justin said. JC moved back letting Justin rest his head against his chest.

"Night Justin." JC said.

"Night Josh." Justin said. JC's heart yet again skipped a beat when he heard Justin call him Josh again. JC tried to get comfortable but there really was no comfortable position with a 19-year-old guy who is bigger than you sleeping on your chest. But he dealt with it, cause he wanted to know, no he needed to know what was wrong with his best friend and do anything there was to help.