Husband of My Dreams

Chapter 12

It's Saturday and I'm scared to death. Maybe that's why I don't feel well.

"Rox, are you ready? It's already 7!" My sister called.

"Yeah." I sighed, putting my shirt on and going downstairs. The concert starts at 8:30 but it takes an hour to get there. My family wanted to see the band one last time, and I promised Elijah.

I stood in a crowd of people, feeling better. Elijah looked through the crowd, his eyes meeting mine and pointing. Hey, no sunglasses. He tossed a glow stick and I put my hand up to catch it. Some guy shoved me and caught it, walking away. Okay, what the hell? That was uncalled for. I sighed and looked down, not feeling well again. I grabbed my chair and moved through the crowd until I got to where there was a lot of space, which happened to be behind the merch table. I hope someone doesn't try to kidnap me. Someone walked over and patted my shoulder. I looked up to see an old guy, beer in hand. Oh fuck.

"Hey. What are you writing?" He leaned over.

"Just a story." I answered, my heart racing.

"Good for you." He squeezed my shoulder and walked away. I took a few deep breaths. Heart racing and not feeling well isn't a good combination! I shook my head and went back to writing.

Soon enough, the concert ended. The band walked off stage and waved at me before going to the fans, except Elijah. He walked right over to me, holding a glowstick.

"I saw you got shoved, so..." He handed it to me.

"Thanks." I slightly smiled.

"Hey, are you okay?" He frowned.

"I don't feel good. Probably just my anxiety 'cause I'm scared shitless about tomorrow. And some guy tried talking to me."

He narrowed his eyes. "What did he look like?"

I shook my head. "It doesn't matter. I took care of it." I stood and gently took his hands. "You guys were amazing tonight. I may not feel well but I'm still glad that I came."

"Come with me." He smiled, pulling me to where the band was doing autographs. Fans surrounded us, asking Elijah to sign things. Weird thing is, though, they asked me too.

"Can you sign my shirt?" A girl around my age asked.

"Yeah, sure." I smiled, taking Elijah's sharpie. He looked at me and pouted.

"A lot of us look up to you." She smiled, turning so I could sign the back.

"Really? Why?" I softly blushed, signing.

She turned and looked at me as Elijah took the sharpie back. "Because you are friends with the singer of the band."

"All I did was bump into him. Here, try it." I smiled and gave her a gentle shove. She bumped into Lucas and the two started chatting. Bingo! I smiled more as other girls came over. After signing a few shirts and things, I waved and went back to my chair, packing it.

My family walked over, my mom raising an eyebrow. "So now are you actually one of them?"

I shrugged. "I guess."

"Good. Get us free stuff." She smiled. I smiled a bit and hugged my mom, who hugged back. That went better than expected.

"Well we're gonna go home. Think they can give you a ride?"

"You're letting me stay?" I smiled as she took my chair.

"This is the happiest I've ever seen you."

"Thanks." I smiled and they walked away. Walking over to Elijah, I hugged him from behind.

He jumped and turned to look at me, smiling wide. "I thought you left?"

"Mom said I could stay as long as you take me home."

"Of course!" He grinned. "Oh! Here." He reached in his pocket, pulling out a blue sharpie and handing it to me. "You now have your own sharpie, so you don't have to keep stealing mine." He chuckled, handing it to me.

"Aw, but that was so fun." I teased, taking it and going to the fans, signing things for them and chatting.