America's Sweetheart

twelve | nyc

I wake up in Colt's black shirt from last night in his bed. I roll over and see that he isn't there. I stand and walk out of his room to find him sitting on the couch.

"I ran to your bus and grabbed you a pair of shorts and some shoes that looked like something you would wear with an outfit like this."

He is watching something and he points at the folded shorts and my black knee-highs. I raise an eyebrow and giggle because he wasn't wrong. I pull the shorts on and tuck the front of the shirt in before sitting in his lap and blocking his view of the TV.

"Baby, I'm watching the Auburn game!"

I laugh and crouch so he can see the baseball game. He kisses my shoulder as an apology for not being sweet when I sat down. A couple minutes pass before he mutes the TV and moves his hands from my thighs to my waist.

"They're gonna win," He kisses my lips when I lift my head.

I smile and roll my eyes, "You and your baseball."

"It's no different than you with cheerleading or gymnastics or football, so calm down," he tells me as he laughs and shakes his head.

A knock sounds through the bus before the door opens.

"Hey, guys. Sound check is in twenty," Jason tells us before tipping his hat and closing the door.

"Guess we better go."

"Yeah, but wait," He places a hand on the side of my neck and pulls me down to kiss him.

Five minutes pass of us just making out, then we get another knock. Colt pulls away and hollers that we'll be there on time before picking up where he left off.

We now have ten minutes so I force myself to pull away from his lips and stand. I sit down at the table across from him and pull my boots on and lace them up in the front.

"Come on," I grab his hand and pull him up.

He pulls his boots on and drags his jeans over them. He grabs my hand and intertwines our fingers as we walk out of his bus.

"Not to be inappropriate, but your ass look damn good in those shorts, baby doll," he tells me and lightly smacks my rear end.

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Sound check went without a hitch. I'm wrapping up my last song and Tim walks toward the stage, his phone next to his ear.

"Abi says you have an interview with People when you get done," he hangs up and tells me.

"Here?"

"In your family VIP room," he points to the box rooms

"Alrighty, see y'all later," I tell the band and hop off the stage.

"Colton is wrapping his up then you'll do yours."

I nod and walk up the stairs. I get to the top and Colt is coming out.

"Have fun, babes," he kisses my lips and slaps my ass as he passes me

I open the door and am greeted with cameras and a whole set of people. I get set up with a mic then I get a rundown of the questions I'll be asked. I sit across from the interviewer and wait as she opens the interview.

"Hey, Emma Lou! I'm so happy to see you again," she tells me after opening us up.

"Me too! I'm happy to be doing this again."

"Oh, I forgot how southern you are," she laughs and I smile and nod, "Alright, I remember you like when I just kind of start the questions quickly so.. After your fourth win, what do you plan to do with your title?"