"What will it take?" I grabbed both his hands in mine and leaned against him. He has to be on stage in three minutes- I know but I don't care.
"Don't," he pushed me away again but not without giving me one last longing look.
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We're checked out of the hotel and on the plane to London all before four am. I feel like death itself because I didn't get a wink of sleep in Dublin. I settle back into my seat and take a deep breath.
Can't wait to get to sleep, I close my eyes and start dozing off when I feel someone chuckling- breath fanned my face and I woke up with a jolt.
"Jordan what the fuck?" Jordan the tech guy and camera man had his camera in my face.
"I'm working," he replied.
"No," I glared at him, "I'm not gonna be a part of KellyVision,"
"You say KellyVision like it's a disease,"
"It is," No way in hell was I going to agree to be a part of Colson's dumb web series.
"Come on," Jordan groaned, "It's season seven and you bring in all the likes and views."
"Videos of me drooling you mean?" Me and my drooling had made front page news when Jordan left a clip of me sleeping on a train in an episode of 'KellyVision'.
"I said I was sorry like a million times,"
"But you weren't sorry were you?"
"Nope," he laughed.
"Get the camera out of my face," I swatted the camera away.
"Come on it'll be just like old times," he chuckled and I bolted upright.
"Nothing is like old times," I spat out and he got up from his crouched position, "We're not friends,"
"Right," he murmured.
"Right," I replied and glared at him till he went back to his seat.
"Rude," Someone called out from behind me and I looked behind my seat to find Rook lounging in his.
"Rude is putting a camera in my sleep deprived face," I shot back.
"You probably hurt his feelings," My neck hurt from craning it to look at him so I got on my knees on the chair to face him.
"Is he still sensitive baby Jordy?"
"Believe it or not," Rook leaned forward, "Nine months isn't that much time, we're all the same."
"I'm not," I replied, nine months had been an awfully long time.
"I can see that," With one last look he turned his attention to his phone screen.
Sitting back down, I start feeling kind of guilty. I hadn't been that mean had I? I mean it was uncalled for, he wasn't the one who deserved my lashing out. The person who did was tucked away, sleeping soundly rows and rows away from me.
