Joey Harrison
Chapter Ten
“Suh-weet beans in a basket,” Jada laughed as we got back into the tour bus, “that was the most fun I think I’ve had in a long, long time.”
“We perform on a stage, every night, and this night has been more fun?” Castello looked at Jada like she was crazy, and then retreated to his bunk. I looked at my watch. It was one in the morning, which wasn’t all that late. I was surprised that everyone was hitting the hay so early. I opened my lap top and sat on the couch, flipping through channels on the TV. Jada came and sat by me, a Bing in one hand and a cell phone in the other.
“This show sucks,” Jada said, grabbing the remote and turning it to on demand, and selecting one of our music videos, “now this, this is great TV.”
“Right,” I rolled my eyes and laughed, “my afro was so big back then.”
“It still is huge,” Jada laughed.
“Of course it is,” I logged back onto my MySpace, feeling a little guilty about not texting Tegan that day. But there were no messages from her. No comments. No instant messages. As far as I was concerned, she must’ve just forgotten me or something. We agreed that this wouldn’t work if we didn’t talk, but what if I wanted it to work, and she didn’t? I sighed uncontrollably, and Jada looked at me with her best friend look.
“What’s your damage,”
“Tegan,”
“Okay, I love Tegan, to death,” she said, and I believed her, “but sometimes, there are some things she can’t do completely well.”
“For example…”
“Maintaining a long distance relationship,” Jada sighed and bowed her head, “Joey, when I helped you get Tegan…you have to understand. I just wanted you to be happy,”
“Jada, what are you saying?”
“Joey, text her,”
“Excuse—“
“Just—“ she took my phone off of the table and handed it to me, “text her.”
I did what Jada told me. I sent a message saying Hey, I really missed you today. Sorry I couldn’t call earlier. And then waited for her to text back.
“Maybe…she’s busy?”
“Wait for it,” she said. My phone started to light up, and I checked the text message.
“’Sorry babe I em super busy I will text you tomorrow,’” I read aloud, “anything wrong with this?”
“Watch this,” she held out her phone and read aloud what she was typing, “’Hey Tegan! What’s going on? What are you doing? I haven’t talked to you in so long!’”
YOU ARE READING
Radio Peace
FantasiDon't read this please. I wrote it in the sixth grade when I had a band and was in LOVE with the Jonas Brothers. I just wanted it on my iPod so I could read these memories me and my best friend had writing together (:
