"So, tonight was EPIC!" Said Ashley as they sat at the bar with Taz, Susie and Isabella after the first night of the tour. "Like really, girls. Thank you SO much!"
"You're welcome!" Said Susie on behalf of the others. "It was a honour!"
Andy grinned. "I never thought I'd say this, but Corynne was right! You added that little bit extra. Dontcha think, CC?"
CC had been non-commitedly staring into space. "Hm?"
The rest of the band shook their heads.
Isabella rose from her seat and smiled. She wrote on a piece of paper, "see you tomorrow!", and departed. CC stared after her. Andy noticed this, and raised his eyebrows. "Go after her, CC."

By the time CC had caught up with her, she was at the door of the tourbus. "Hey, Issy!"
She turned to him and her face read, "not now!"
"Why?... What's up, Issy?"
She huffed on the cold window, and wrote, "nothing."
CC was immediately suspicious. "Something's up... Look, let's go inside." He opened the door and lead her to his bunk.

They sat there for a good five minutes, Isabella with her head bowed, before CC finally plucked up the courage to ask again. "Issy...whatever's up...you can tell me. I won't tell..."
Isabella still bowed her head.
"Has anyone died? Have you had an argument?" She shook her head. "Have you...been hurt?"
Issy's head straightened up.
CC understood. "Who was it? Friend? Family? Stranger?"
She shook her head again. That didn't mean....did it?!
He asked the question he had been dreading.
"Yourself?"
She slowly nodded. CC took her arm, and rolled up the sleeve. On her shoulder, there was a cut. He checked her other shoulder, and, sure enough, there were more there.
He was surprised at how calm he was. "Any more?"
She nodded, and removed her jacket, and lifted her shirt a little. Hundreds of cuts littered her moon-fair skin. She put on her jacket and sat back down.
"Issy..."
She put up her hand to silence him, and turned away. He turned her head. "Issy." He said sharply, but kindly. "Tell me why?"
Her eyes filled with tears. He passed her a notepad and pen, and she scribbled down her story.

"We could get you therapy, y'know? To help you excersise your vocals?" He suggested.
Issy smiled at him. Then she reached out and touched his face. He couldn't help himself.
He kissed her.
She responded. His arms found her back, and he pulled her closer as he leant into his pillow.

(Pretty short chapter here :P)