She's the man (adopted by Magcon)

Chp10

Sorry for lack of update. I had writers block and I just want to skip into the story so I'm ready for the good stuff to start.

Aliyah's POV

After my very first tour in Texas we headed back home. I said goodbye to Shawn, Jacob, Mahogany, Nash, Hayes, and others. We exchanged numbers to keep in touch.

Mahogany pecked a friendly kiss on each of my cheeks.

"I hope we can do this again" she smiled.

"I had a lot of fun" I giggled.

"See Ya kiddo, next time?" Bart approached me referring to another tour.

"Next time" I nodded.

Matt elbowed me and we got into the taxi to get to the airport. Just me, Matt, Cameron, and Taylor. Even though they were loud and obnoxious it still felt empty without my new friends.

I was exhausted and tired it's going to take at least three days to catch up on the sleep I missed in that small week.
In Magcon it was always something whether it was going out, partying, or shopping sleep was limited.

I had the window seat in the taxi, Taylor had the middle seat, and Cameron has the other window. Matt sat up front sleeping alone. It was around 4:30 in the morning, it was cold, foggy, dark, and empty outside.

My energy-less head fell against the foggy window. I drew pictures in the window residue. My eyes were so heavy it hurt I needed to sleep. The car ride was bumpy it was hard to sleep with my head hitting the window every time the driver stopped and turned.

"Here" Taylor pulled off his tie-dye sweatshirt and tucked it on his lap forming a pillow. He guided my head onto his home made pillow. I used his sweat shirt has my pillow. My new pillow was warm from his chest, soft, and smelled like sweet cologne.

A tingle whispered down my spine when I felt him begin to play with my hair. He played with only one strand of hair. Wrapping it around his finger, smoothing it out, and combing it with his fingers, then repeating it until it felt normal.

The streets were quiet since it was so early in the morning nobody was on the streets quit yet. I could only hear the sound of Matt's silent snore, Cameron humming, and Taylor's heavy breathing.

Before I could actually fall asleep we had made it to the airport. The plane ride was fast because I slept the whole time. I dreamed about Taylor, I didn't even realize it until I woke up. The thing that got me was that I enjoyed it and I really wanted to fall back asleep and redream it because I liked it so much.

What is this? I'm confused because I'm enjoying this dream about this boy that gets on my nervous, that I can't stand being around. Do I like him, maybe just a little feeling. Or maybe I'm still tired and exhausted.

When we got off the plane Aunt Sarah was waiting outside in the car for me and Matt. Matt could barely walk he was so worn out. Sarah quickly grabbed his shoulder and escorted him to the car before he fell over again.

The whole car ride I thought about Taylor. Why did I miss him? Why did I want him to be playing with hair still? Why did I want to be sleeping on his lap? Why am I thinking this?

As soon as I got home I ran to my room and tried to fall asleep and hope I was imagining all of this. I don't want to like Taylor. Plus Matt would kill me.

I dug my nail into my thigh hoping I'd wake up. I squealed when my nail went to far and it hurt leaving a dented mark.