The Second Tour of 44West

ch. 26 - i love you, monty

Rion

~ Wedding Day ~

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It was one week until Elizabeth got married.

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A week.

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We had just finished our residency in Vegas and I should be on cloud nine, but I wasn't. I couldn't get a certain green eyed, blonde haired woman out of my mind no matter how hard I tried.

Performing 'Emerald Eyes' just wasn't the same without the muse of the song watching me from her self-designated corner, and it was almost impossible to get through knowing she would be promising herself to Robbie this Saturday.

Breaker was on the bus with me, and I was grateful to have his company. Montoya also decided to ride on the bus as well, saying it had something to do with a mix up with flight scheduling and tickets, but I knew better.

I must have been in shit-shape if he was willing to ride the bus with us.

I was tossing a balled up pair of clean socks up and down above my head when I vaguely heard the water shut off on the shower and Breaker move around in the small room for a bit. After a minute, he walked out fully clothed and plopped his body down on the recliner that was next to the couch I was laying on.

"Wanna talk about it?" He asked as soon as his body stopped bouncing on the plush surface.

"Not really." I mumbled, continuing my repetitive task of throwing and catching the socks and feeling thankful for how it was distracting my mind. I didn't want to stop.

"Too bad." Montoya said, pushing my legs off of the couch and distracting me long enough to where the socks fell down and hit my face.

"Hey!" I said, as half of my body was now on the floor of the moving bus. "Not cool, Benjamin."

"Sorry, I needed somewhere to sit." He defended, like throwing my body to the floor was the only and most obvious option.

"Still." I said, pushing my body up and sitting back on the couch next to him. "You could have just asked me to move."

"And where's the fun in that?" He smiled and laughed as I pushed his shoulder with both hands.

"You know," I started, now throwing my long hair in a messy bun. "You're starting to become too much like myself, and I don't like it."

He sighed as he replied, "I guess that's what happens when you spend years upon years with someone."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever."

"So," He started again, folding his hands in his lap and angling his body to where he was facing me better. "How are you feeling?"

I groaned as he asked and placed my head in my hands. "I don't want to talk about it."

"It might make you feel better." Breaker suggested, making me overreact a bit and snap back.

"Talking about it won't make me feel shit except for pain. There's only one thing that would make me feel better and that thing has a zero percent chance of happening."

"Maybe not zero." He said back in a higher pitched voice, making me look up at him with narrowed eyes.

"Unless you know something I don't, please do not give me false hope."

"Sorry." He said, making my mood deflate even more than it already had. He didn't know anything special.

"You know," Montoya chimed, "It is a rather large coincidence that we'll be back in LA a few days before the wedding. Don't ya think?"