Husband of My Dreams

Chapter Six

"There's nowhere to park." My sister, Lily, complained.

"How about we just get out here?" My mom shrugged and got out as we stopped at a red light.

She's crazy. I got out and grabbed my stuff quickly, walking to the area where the concert was.

We sat on the side of the stage next to a fence that blocked anyone from going near them. Aiden, the one who throws the picks, looked over and waved. I smiled and waved back. He tossed a pick and a kid shoved me, taking it. It's a little kid, they don't know any better.

Fuck. Kids. The kid kept shoving me and her parents don't care. Hell, the parents are drunk. I can smell it on their breath. If they do anything else, I'm leaving. As if on cue, the guy next to me elbowed my side, which also shoved me.

"I'm gonna go find dad." I packed my chair and looked at the stage one last time, to see Aiden and Elijah staring at me. I just shook my head and walked away.

"Hey. Where are you?" I looked at my phone when Elijah texted me after the concert.

"On my way home."

"I don't get to see you?"

"You saw me before I left."

"Halfway through the concert?"

"Yeah. I sat in the car for the rest of the concert."

"Why'd you leave so early...?"

"I'll call you later." I put my phone down, getting motion sickness.

Around midnight, my dad pulled into the driveway. I got out and walked to the front door, unlocking it and walking in. I went upstairs to my room and took out my phone, calling Elijah.

"Hello?" He answered.

"Hey... Did I wake anyone?"

"Nah, we're just relaxing. Why?"

"Well I told you I was gonna talk to you later."

"I figured you meant texting. We never chat on the phone."

"Anxiety. I hate phone calls but... I wanted to hear your voice." I whispered the last part. "Just talking, not singing."

"Well I'm flattered you like my voice that much." He chuckled and I softly blushed. "So why'd you leave early?"

"Some kids were shoving me to get picks and I got elbowed. I didn't want to stay long enough to get alcohol on me."

"Oh. I'm sorry that happened..."

"It's not like you could have done anything."

"I wish I could have... So when can I see you again?"

"Are you going to ask that every time I go to a concert?" I rose an eyebrow, even though he couldn't see.

"Yes. I saw you for a slight second today. And even when you do stay, I barely see you."

"Yeah well, you're a singer. It happens. And I don't know. After today, I don't think I'm gonna go to a concert for a while now."

"So it could be longer than a week?"

"Yeah..." I yawned. "I'm gonna sleep."

"Okay... Sweet dreams, Rox."

"Night, Elijah." I hung up and put my phone on its charger. I really like him... But what does he think of me?