"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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Happy Thanksgiving! This chapter is dedicated to @worship_cabello for being supportive from the start and for the sweetest thanksgiving message! Lots of love :)
"The real tour starts today," I looked over at Slim standing next to me and then looked back at the tour bus- our home for the next month. Good thing I wasn't claustrophobic.
"Can't wait for it to end," I groaned.
"You really hate my company that much?" Slim asked and put a hand on his heart, pretending to be hurt.
"It's not your company I hate" I told him, "Come hang out with me in Miami,"
"One day," he promised.
"Get in," Rook said throwing a bag over his shoulder, "We're leaving in ten minutes."
"Colson isn't here yet," Slim said as we stepped into the bus.
"He's on his way," Rook replied.
"I call top bunk," I yelled out as soon as the bunks came into my line of sight.
"No babe," Rook came up from behind me, "You're getting the room,"
"What?" That didn't make any sense, there was only one tiny room at the back of the bus and Colson always got it.
"It's yours you lucky shit," he said and put his bags down on one of the bunks.
"Has anyone informed Colson of this?" He'd throw a hissy fit if I took over his room.
"It was actually his idea," Slim said and I turned to him in shock.
"I don't believe you,"
"Well," Rook grabbed my bag from my hand, "Believe it or not, let me get you settled in."
"Wait," I wasn't gonna 'settled in' only to be kicked out of the room by Colson.
"Come on," Rook said and continued walking, "You don't need to look around because you've lived in a tour bus before."
"Yep," I murmured and followed him.
"Here we are," Rook opened the sliding door that lead to a tiny built in bed and a dressing table and adjoined bathroom- a private paradise in the otherwise very open bus.
"Rookie," I decided to finally voice my concern, "Colson's gonna come back and demand that I get out of his room,"
"Well then I'll beat him up because he literally told all of us that you would get the room," he said and threw my bag on the bed.
"Why'd he even give it to me in the first place?" It was so unlike him.
"Figured you wanted your privacy I guess,"
"Well, yeah but I'm fine with a bunk," I didn't need special treatment. Not from him.
"Exchange with me then," Rook joked and walked out of the room, closing the door behind him.
