I'm sitting in the passenger seat of Ed's car, as he takes me to the place I'm going to stay.
"How was the show last week?" I ask him.
"Oh..." He smirks. "They were quite... Energetic."
"Get any new bras?" I tease.
"Actually, someone did give me a red lace thong at the signing after. It was in a box and I didn't know what it was until I opened it after. It was quite interesting."
I laugh. "Wow. Nice." My heart skips a beat at the mention of a signing. The day I first met Ed. I'd changed a lot since that day almost a month ago.
A question pops up in my mind, something I hadn't really thought of before. "Hey, Ed?"
"Yeah?"
"Don't you singer people usually have to be, like, kind of escorted everywhere?" As soon as I say it I realize how idiotic the question was. I blush.
Ed bursts out laughing. "Okay, first of all: 'You singer people?' Thanks for that, babe. And second of all, I'm twenty two. I think I'm old enough to go places by myself." He smirks at me.
"Okay, yeah. That was a dumb question," I admit. "But not as dumb as some of your questions about American culture. Like seriously? You cracked up when you met Miss Fanny at the school that day."
He stifles a laugh and grins to himself. "You have to admit that's funny."
I roll my eyes, but I'm laughing as well. It's fun to be able to banter back and forth with him.
We're entering a nice looking neighborhood. The houses are very nice looking, but not enormous. The lawns are all pretty and well kept. "So... Where exactly are we going?" I can't believe I'd never thought to ask that.
"My place," Ed says casually.
"Oh." OH. For some reason, my dumb little mind had been imagining me staying at like a hotel or something, not Ed's actual house. My face flushes again. I have to remind myself that it's not even a big deal. I don't want to seem like a freak for thinking so.
We pull into the driveway of a two story brick house. It look pretty charming, actually, not big enough to be intimidating. "Here we are," Ed says.
Together it takes us two trips to get all of my stuff into the house, and Ed carries almost twice as much as me. Hey, it's a long stay! Once we're settled inside, I take a good look around. It's not insanely decorated, of course, he's a guy. Wood paneled walls; dark blue carpet. There's a large leather sofa and ottoman sitting in front of a large flat screen tv, two matching leather chairs, a few end tables, and a bookshelf. In the kitchen, I can see a stainless steel refrigerator and a long white bar. There's a bag of chips and an open bag of bread laying on it.
I decide I like the place, and I voice this. "Thanks," Ed says. "I actually haven't lived here long; maybe two months. And I haven't been around for much of it."
"Well, now you can settle in," I say.
He smiles at the carpet. "Yeah, I guess so."
It's rather warm in the house, and I'm still completely bundled up. It's freezing outside. "Here, I'll take your coat, if you want," Ed tells me. I hand it over and thank him. I'm left in a pretty floral but lightweight long sleeves shirt. He takes it into a joined room behind a half wall I cant see behind, then walks back.
We stand there idly for a second, then Ed walks over and puts a hand on my arm. "Here, I'll show you around."
