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Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The author holds exclusive rights to this work. Really I was just tagging along so she could see Loretta Lynn play, and Ive been tagging along ever since.
So take your place here next to me And Ill take my place there next to thee And no matter how far we my roam Its by your side I will make my home. I heard Warren, the bass player, murmur to Hawkins as I tried to pretend I wasnt stuck in the same crammed elevator overhearing the embarrassing conversation about what to do with me. Hawkins, whose body nicely filled out his six foot three frame solidly, was crossing his arms while leaning against the side of the elevator.
He glanced over at me for like a nanosecond before he turned his shoulder back and said, You know I prefer blondes. My mouth dropped open in shock before I quickly snapped it shut. Doing a double take, I wondered, who the hell did he think he was? I mean, besides the fact that he was the lead singer of a notoriously famous band.
I glared over at him, noticing the way his lip curled like he had smelled something bad, and how the expression seemed to be stuck permanently on his face. It only made matters worse that there wasnt anywhere to safely rest my eyes as I took what had to be the longest elevator ride in the world. If I had continued to look down, Id have a front-row view of Warrens hand squeezing Lizzies butt in her low rise, white, denim jeans.
If I looked up Id have a clear view of Warren, who looked like the kind of guy that spent his days surfing and his nights playing in the band, trying to suck my friends face off. So my safest view was to look in the direction of Hawkins, who was projecting irritation with every fiber of his being. Dont worry, Hawkins. Lizzie disconnected herself for a second, pushing her platinum blonde hair off her shoulder, and announced, Joies not interested in you either.
I blinked a few times in surprise because coming to the rescue of anyone besides herself wasnt exactly Lizzies forte. She has these rules. Lizzie giggled as she stole a glance over her shoulder to smile at me. Ah, that was the Lizzie I knew, I thought grudgingly. I bugged my eyes out at her, sending a telepathic message, Seriously, shut it now! The last thing I wanted was to have my personal rules shared with a rock star who acted as though he thought he was better than me.
Surely no one wanted to hear about my rules. I tried to hold on to that notion while I bargained with God that if he could speed up the elevator I would never get myself in this mess again. Warren asked. I felt my shoulders cave in defeat; seriously, a little help, would it have been too much to ask? Yep, and shes breaking one right now! Lizzie giggled. What rules? Hawkins asked as he stole another glance over in my direction.
I would have characterized his blue eyes as sexy or penetrating if they werent narrowed and staring at me menacingly. Blowing a strand of my dark brown hair out of my face, I glared ahead and thought, greatnow hes interested.
Lizzie continued excitedly, Yep, she didnt want to come with us but since we made her, she came up with these rules before the summer tour.
One of them being that she would not be seen at the same hotel as your band. Lizzie smiled over her shoulder at me once again, but I was beyond pissed. We dont bite. Warren laughed. Unless you like that sort of thing. Because, Lizzie emphasized. Joies not a groupie. Oh, but you are, Warren replied, giving her behind another inappropriate squeeze. Hell, yeah, Im your biggest fan, Lizzie exclaimed with a flirtatious smile. Rubbing the stress out of my forehead I thought, and Im your least favorite fan now.
Does anyone care about that? Hawkins looked over at me once more. We have rules, too, he muttered. One being, youre supposed to actually be invited to our hotel suite. Our eyes met for a second and I could tell he was clearly pleased with himself. Hey, I invited them, Warren roared from too much tequila. Dont be a buzz kill, Hawkins. Yeah, Hawkins! Lizzie exclaimed like she actually knew the jerk. Encouraged by Lizzies comment, Warren leaned in to continue their make out session.
I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and wondered what I was doing on this elevator anyway? Actually, invited or not I knew how I had gotten there. First my father, who I had never really known, passed away and left me a lump sum of moneytoo small to make much money in a savings account, but too large to leave under my bed.
The only other things he left me were the keys to his old Volkswagen Van and years of needed therapy to overcome abandonment issues. Then Riley, my best friend, who at the moment was picking up tomorrows breakfast for us and who by the way was going to be really pissed when he found out that we met the band without him , landed an amazing position of writing show reviews for The Grimm Brothers Bands website, which included scoring free tickets to attend the entire summer tour.
Coincidently Lizzie, who Ive known my whole life because her mother and mine were best friends, was dating the drummer of The Larks, the opening act. That, and the fact that Lizzie wanted to spend her last summer before college doing something memorable, had given her and Riley the idea that they should go around the country together following the bands.
I had no intention of going, but did have the money and transportation to take the trip, so they started bugging me to go. I love Riley; Lizzie has always been one of those friends thats fun to have when you want to do something wild and crazy, but the thought of being in a vehicle with them for twenty-four seven sounded scary.
I had been successfully holding them off until my mom asked, for what seemed like the seven hundredth time, What are you going to do with your life? So as scary as the thought of being cooped up in a van day after day with the same two people might be, especially when one of them was Lizzie, it paled in comparison to my mother when she was motivated.
Needless to say, I eventually caved and agreed to come along on the tour. After Riley and I deliberated over the maps, the tour schedule, and our budget; I dropped the cash in my carry-on bag. I grabbed up my vintage camera and mumbled something about getting college credit for a sightseeing trip across the country to my mother before I left the house. Five concerts later, I was in the elevator wonderingwhy lord was I here? I should have been down in the Volkswagen Van, laid out on the cot getting my beauty sleep and wondering what the hell I was going to do with my life.
But no, I was here instead of there for two reasons. The first being that someone had to watch Lizzie in case she did something more stupid than when she hiked her shirt up a few minutes ago to get Warrens attention outside the hotel.
The second reasonwell, Lizzie needed me here with her. She has never been considered street smart. Case in point, we didnt know these guys. Yeah, they were on the radio every day. Yep, they were famous enough to be on the cover of Rolling Stone Magazine, and yes, they apparently preferred blondes and I know I should get over that, but I obviously havent. But seriously, being famous doesnt automatically come with a great moral compass.
So even though it didnt look like Lizzie was going to want my help anytime soon, I would be there for her tomorrow when she did her walk of shame back to my fathers Volkswagen Van. I was brought out of my thoughts as the elevator doors opened when we reached the bands floor.
Warren quickly escorted Lizzie down the hallway to the right, which didnt surprise me, but it did leave me beside Hawkins for a brief moment before he headed out of the elevator in the other direction. His sudden departure caused the bodyguard in the hallway to freak out at the barely eighteen-year-old girl standing in front of him. Whoa, wait, who are you? Hawkins, is she with you? Hawkins turned around to look at me again, but before I let him open his mouth I answered for him. No, he prefers blondes, I nodded at the bodyguard, and I prefer someone who knows I could care less.
I could tell that Hawkins was momentarily surprised as if it was the first time hed actually laid eyes on me. So Ill just be going now, thanks.
I smirked at Hawkins as I pressed the lobby button and the doors closed. A laugh escaped my mouth as I did a little happy dance to celebrate my great verbal jab back at Hawkins, that was until I heard a soft cough behind me. Crap, how many bodyguards were with us? I straightened my back, cleared my throat, and impatiently waited to exit the elevator.
The doors swung open and I jetted across the glistening cream tiled floor while never looking back. As I went to exit the hotel, I glanced over at the bar that was filled with fans frantically waiting to catch a glimpse of the notorious, ass-grabbing, blonde-loving, egos so freaking huge they had to pay taxes on them: Grimm Brothers Band.
I looked at all the brunettes and sighed. Girls, its just not your night. And thank god for that, I added, pushing the double doors with more force than necessary while feeling the last cool gust of air conditioning. The change in temperature was drastic; the humidity in the air hit me dead in my tracks.
I felt my white tank top and light, faded jeans instantly cling to my body.
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