You think I'm so in love?

So we can catch up

Jacques Webster

"Some girl is downstairs requesting to see you." The tour director came barging into my fitting room.

"Who is it?" I ask. I'm not ready to deal with any nuisance before my show.

"Some red head girl. Trust me she's worth it." He grinned and instantly I knew who he was referring to. Freezy.

I made my way downstairs and sure enough. She was sitting down in a seat with her legs open as she swayed back n' forth. That's an odd position but whatever.

When she looked up our eyes connected and she stood up. "Why you here bruh?" I didn't mean to come off sounding rude but then again I want her to know how I feel.

"What?" Her smile faded away as she held her chest as if she were appalled.

"You heard me." I repeat. "Why you here bruh?"

She stood there nodding her head as if she had some shit to say. "I wanted to-"

I had to interject. "Nah if I didn't go looking for you yesterday you would have never seen me again. You wouldn't have called nor texted me. How the hell you even get back here?" I ask.

"Carlos is working as security here." She replied looking down at her feet.

I followed her eyes and they landed on an ankle bracelet I had given her years ago. She would beg the shit out of me about those bracelets. I'm surprised she even still wears it.

I cleared my throat bringing her attention back to me. "Why are you here bruh?" I ask for the third time. My show starts in less than 10 minutes.

"I'm sorry." Honestly, those are the words I thought I would never hear a day in my life from her. She never says sorry. She has a hard time with those two words.

"Hm. For what exactly?"

It took her time before answering. "Three years ago I was a bitch and I rained on your parade. I should have been there for you and congratulated you." She replied finally eyeing me.

"Oh." Was all I could say. I didn't know what to say or how to say it. "I have to go on stage now." I began walking back upstairs but I couldn't just leave her there. But then again she's here with her boyfriend so she should be fine.

/ tour bus \

I opened up a bag of Doritos as Metro talked on the phone. Oh shit that's what I was forgetting. My phone! Gladly we were in the back of the stadium as I had a key to the building.

I make my way back to my room, collect my phone and a few fan mail. As I'm reading the mail I hear a knock on the door. Who could it be?

"Yeah wassup?" I ask as the other person on the other side reveals their selfs. "Shit you love popping up places."

"Here's my number." Freezy handed me a slip of paper and I folded it and placed it in my pocket.

"Now what?" I ask in curiosity.

"We talk this out." She replies.

"What about your boyfriend Carlos. And why all of the sudden you want me now??"

"I didn't say I wanted you. I just said text me so we can catch up." She smirked and licked her lips which sent chills down my spine.

"Uh ight." I need to get back on the bus. Dallas was the next stop. The show I was so adamant about.

Francesca "Freezy" Tulip

Another boring Sunday morning. Carlos is at church and I decided not to go this morning, or any other morning. His church isn't so welcoming of some new girl with red hair.

It's sinful as they say.

So I stay and parlay at the house. This is Carlos's house by the way. He has a five bedroom house, with a nice pool in the back. All brick house as well.

Carlos is doing good for himself. Me on the other hand well.. I finished college recently and I'm just working on finding a stable job. Carlos tells me all the time to not worry about working, he just wants me to take care of the home. I'm down with that.

All morning I've been waiting on that text or call from Travis. But something in my mind told me I wasn't going to get it. So I should stop waiting around.

I decided to get dressed and make a grocery run. I find my grey jumpsuit that fitted my body great. I tied my hair up into a curly bun, a sloppy one at that.

"Hmm. Carlos hates hot stuff so I guess the basic chips." I whisper to myself as I shopped around.

"Freezy?" A question I don't hear much anymore, but I looked around to see who asked.

"Jordi?" I jogged over to her, embracing her into a hug. "Wow you've grown if you know what I mean." We both share laughs.

"You look the same. Except for that red hair!" She pointed out.

"Oh I needed something new." I lie. "How's the fam?" I genuinely wanted to know.

"Good. Travis came by a few days ago." She squealed. You could see the excitement written all across her face.

"Yeah I actually ran into him at a b-" I quickly caught myself. "His concert."

"Did you two talk.. Maybe kiss or something." She giggled.

"Nice try little miss. Actually I'm waiting on him to text me." I admit. Maybe she could tell him to do it since he's obviously forgotten.

"Will do. He's busy a lot. I hope he doesn't miss our birthday this year." She pouted.

I swear he has lucked up because if he'd miss my birthday and I was his sister id beat his ass! "When is your birthday."

"June, you should come to the party our parents throw every year. They'll be adults there and people your age." She laughed.

"Sounds great.. Where's your mom now that I think of it."

"Home, I'm out with the boys." As if on cue the guys came around the isle and charged to Jordi and I.

Jordan couldn't keep his eyes off me as for Mr. Webster he looked more shocked. "What the hell happened there?" He pointed to my hair.

Fuck man. I can't wait til this month is over so I can dye this shit back to dark brown. "Hey Mr. Webster." I wave but he's never been a fan of me.

"Mhm hi. Jordi did you get the cereal?" Mr. Webster always thought I was the reason why Travis spiraled out of control and started experimenting in drugs and pills.

Honestly that's not true, I brought him into the party scene but not drugs. That was all on him. "Well I'm going to leave now." I awkwardly wave to the kids and left Webster out of it.