*a/n: Little Compass is an actual band signed to an actual record label, Archer Avenue. They are amazing. The French in here might not be completely correct, but it's close. Don't know, don't own, not true. Please review!* ---

He was mumbling things in French that made no sense to me, Mr. America. Usually he would whisper his French words to me in the middle of the night while we were lying together. His lip ring would tap on my ear with the movements of his lips and I would just die.

I wished we were on better terms.

He sat, not looking at me, facing the window and mumbling French words that, I was positive, were cursing my mere existence on the planet.

"You can't stare out that window for the rest of this tour."

"Me regarder."

"I don't know what that means, David." I yelled plainly. He was being impossible. I hated him with a passion when he was like that.

Chuck looked back at me. He was sitting in his bunk, listening to David mumble about me. I knew David wasn't really talking to Chuck, but they did understand each other.

"He said, 'watch me.'" Chuck quietly said. David shot him a look and Chuck ducked behind the curtains.

"Will you just talk to me in plain English?" I asked impatiently. I looked up to him and loved him, but I wasn't going to take shit from him just because he was some big rock star.

He looked up at me with red-rimmed eyes. He hadn't been crying, no, he just got into makeup and was wearing red eyeliner. I knew all about how he got into it. I knew who got him into it. It was some tour some time ago. I lost count of the bands, but hearing him talk on and on about Benji something or other from that horrible band, Good Charlotte, stuck in my mind.

"You are never around, Dani. You're always on tour." He shook his head.

I was so frustrated and stressed out. I put my career on the line to be with him. We were both constantly on tour. Constantly. I was always on the road more often than he was. Little Compass was slowly taking off, but not like we wanted. Nothing like we thought it was. Sure, Archer Avenue signed us, but some little label in Kansas wasn't going to get our record platinum.

David was as supportive as he could be, but he still was a little dick when it came to giving up his time to spend with me. I hated to even think about it, but we were two completely different people. I knew what he wanted. He wanted Benji. I wanted to go back to Texas and fix my band. It was falling apart. Everything was falling apart.

"We're both on tour. We're musicians, David, what else are we supposed to do? Make records and just pray that people think we're cool without promoting them."

He stood up and wavered a little bit with the movement of the bus. "You could try and put a little more into this relationship, Dani!" He pulled at the tips of his black hair.

"So could you!"

"Fuck! You don't get this! You don't get any of this!"

I threw my hands in the air. I had enough. I had enough of his shit and of all his lies. "No, I get it. I get it all. You're fucking cheating on me with Benji. I get that. I do. I get it. I also get the fact that you think just because you're signed with a major label and I'm not, you can walk all over me. You can demand my presence at every single sold out crappy arena show you play. I also get the fact that you think Little Compass is a complete waste of my time!"

He starred at me with blazing brown eyes and shook his head. I called him out. He never thought I would have the balls to do it. "How long have you known?"

"What? About you and Benji or about you being a complete pompous asshole?"

He rubbed his hands over his face and let them rest on his neck. "About me and Benji."

"When you were on tour with Good Charlotte. When you'd get on the phone every night and talk about Benji. When you started dressing like him. But, you know something, I guess I really knew when you came down to Houston to visit me when the tour was over and you were wearing his make-up and acting different."

"That's been months."

"I know."

"Why haven't you told me?"

I turned my face away from him and sat down on the couch. "I just didn't want to believe it was real. I wanted to believe you still actually loved me." I shook my head. "I don't even know why I tried to tell myself that."

He sat down next to me and placed his hands on my face. "Dani, I still love you. I haven't stopped..."

"Bullshit."

"Dani..."

"I don't want to hear it, David. I spent everything on you. Everything. Shit, David! I spend my career on you! Little Compass is over because all I wanted to do was be with you!"

He looked at me with shocked eyes. "You guys are breaking up?"

"Yes."

"Dani...I'm sorry. I didn't know."

"No shit. Benji had his dick shoved so far down your throat, how could you have even had the chance to call me to find out?"

He looked away, and I knew it was true. Him and Benji were farther gone than I had imagined. I hated him. I hated both of them with all my heart.

"You know what, fuck this. I'm going home." I sighed and walked away, heading towards the front of the bus, which has stopped for gas. I was ready to get off.

David sat still and silent for a moment and then shot up. "Attente! Dani, seulement l'attente." I heard the words that made no sense ring in my ears. Whenever he got caught up in a moment or whenever he was at a loss for words, French would always slip from his lips, tumble over that lip ring.

I didn't understand it. I never understood whatever he was saying in those babbling sentences of his. And I most definitely didn't understand him, as a person, as a friend, as a lover. He made no sense to me. Maybe he did to Benji, but he was as obscure as the random Midwest truck stop I was stuck at.

I watched from the dinner as Pierre grabbed his arm and stopped him from walking in the dinner after me. David fought against the stronger man's grip and, for a fleeting moment, all I wanted to do was be in his arms. Chuck walked out and helped Peirre pull David back into the bus before I watched them disappear back onto the road.