Girl On Fire

8

Rolling off the port with my luggage, I dragged myself into the Nashville airport, searching for the boys. I was stoned out of my mind at the moment due to my slight fear of planes. I needed something to calm my nerves but unfortunately, it made it worse.

With my blood shot eyes and holding a canvas that was half the size of me, I spot Josh hidden in the crowd. I quickly pulled my hood up higher over my head and walked straight towards the band member's.

"Hey." I greeted with a large smile. Everyone spun around and instantly greeted me back. Josh was the first to put his arms out to hug me. Behind Josh, I can see Sam holding the film camera they had back when they came to my house.

"Group hug!" Jake screamed. Not a second after everyone crowed around me, squeezing my frame. As lovely and comforting as it was, the painting I was holding was going to be crushed.

"Careful! The painting!" I cried. They all quickly backed off to see what I've made. I watched everyone react to my art, taking note of what face they made; then my eyes landed on Josh himself. He smiled so hard, it looked painful. Sam turned the camera to Josh, filming his reaction.

"Holy shit." Was all he could bring himself to say. That made me smile. If my artwork makes Josh quiet, then you know it's good.

"That's... that's fantastic. I have no words." He gawked, taking it out of my hands to get a closer look. Jake stood over his shoulder to get a look too.

"He's going to be fascinated by that all night." Sam mumbled to Danny.

"You really- you really got my jawline in there, and look at my curls! God that is gorgeous." Josh gushed. His chattiness self poking back through, making me smile more than I was.
"The brush strokes are amazing too, you can really see the type of brush you used and-" there he was.

I gazed at him with a soft look as he rambled on about my art and how great he looked, asking what photo I used of him for reference.

He looked really good tonight, wearing his black t-shirt and kaki shorts, and his hair was messier than usual, which was kinda hot. Suddenly I turned to Sam, spotting his dorky smile when I realized the camera was pointed at me. He caught me checking out his older brother. I have a fake glare at the camera before turning and laughing.

Once Josh finished talking about the painting, we all walked out the air port and into their old bronco.

"Here, let me see that." Josh said with his hands out, offering to put my luggage in the bed for me. I gave him a soft smile and a 'thank you' as I handed him my black suit case, catching him looking up at me with a grin before lifting it. There was definitely a connection between us and I couldn't wait to see it grow.

On the ride back, I sat in the back seat of the old truck between Josh and Danny; Josh sitting with our knees touching. I didn't mind at all. In fact, it made me a little giddy.

"So, Corbin." Danny started off. I turned to him, giving my full attention.

"Yes." I responded.

"Are you okay at staying in our guest room or did you want to find a hotel?" He asked me. I thought about it for a second, weighing out the pros and cons of the idea.

"I'll stay in a guest room." I said, making up my mind. It would be easier, and cheaper.

"Be prepared. We have a tequila train and you will be doing shots with us." Sam told me. I laughed and nodded my head, imagining the outcome of how that will end. I gently wrapped my sweaty hand around the necklace, calming down my nerves.

"We're also very loud, and you will not be getting sleep." Jake warned me. I laughed, remember the chaos they hold. The rest of the ride back was decently quiet, which is a little unusual for them, but Josh and Jake belting out random song lyrics here and there helped fill the silence. Oh how I missed their noise.