Touch My Bass
Tyler couldn't remember the day when he started to love Cameron more than a band member; more than a friend. Maybe it when Cameron held his hand so gently on their first PMA video or maybe it was that time when Cam tenderly rested his hand on Tyler's smooth guitar. Tyler wasn't quite sure. But there was one thing he was quite sure of. He wanted to touch Cam's bass.
Before the other guys had arrived at Tyler's house for practice, Tyler sat alone in his bedroom deep in thought. His fingers leisurely strummed the strings of his guitar as he pondered, "Should I tell Cameron how I feel?"
It was such a silly girlish thought that Tyler scoffed in frustration. "Of course Cam doesn't feel that way about me," he reminded himself aloud. "No guy in their right mind
" Tyler's string of thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the loud chime of the doorbell.
"Crap," Tyler ran his fingers through his silky raven tresses. "Now what am I supposed to do?"
He jogged to the door, anticipat