The Story of Us

Fourteen

"So, where are you from?"

I was talking to Mahogany, really getting to know her.

"Well, I lived in Indiana for awhile, but then moved to California when my dad's job relocated."

"That's cool. What do you like to do?"

"I'm a dancer, actually. It's all I really do with my time."

"That's awesome! You should dance at the next show." Mahogany said enthusiastically.

"Uh..."

"What? Did something happen at the last show that I missed?" Mahogany looked concerned.

"Let's just say ugly words were said and the end result was not pleasant." Matt explained.

"They'll come around babe. It's normal for them to react like this when a girl comes into the picture. Forget what they say." Mahogany said.

And she was right. I was on tour with my favorite people. Why should I worry about people's opinions when I don't even know them?

I grinned.

"Thanks. And, maybe I will dance at the next show." I said, a slight smirk on my face.

Gilinsky changed the radio station, and then starting flipping out when he heard the song play.

"Dude!" He looked at Johnson, then the rest of the guys.

"What? What is it?" I asked, looking around.

"This is our song, Zander!" Johnson clarified.

"Wait, seriously?!"

I listened, and sure enough, I recognized Johnson's voice.

"You guys! Oh my god!"

Soon, we reached a barren road. It was literally nothing but pavement.

Gilinsky pulled the keys out of the ignition and turned back to look at us.

"Wanna walk around a little bit?"