Tatum's POV:
I woke up to Jordan bouncing on my bed. I squinted and rubbed my eyes, adjusting them to the light. I sat up in my bed and gave my friend questioning eyes.
"So," she smirked, "Who's sexy?" She chuckled.
"Huh?"
"You know, the person who texted you this morning. Sexy. Well, who is he?" Oh no. She saw Ross's texts. Oh, thank god she doesn't know the password to my phone. She only saw the name.
"Uh, just a friend," I tried convincing her. She shook her head and handed me my phone. Two new messages from Sexy.
From Sexy: Morning Tatum. How'd you sleep?
From Sexy: Hey, I was wondering if you were doing anything today. Wanna meet up?
Aw, why would he wanna meet up with me? Not that I'm complaining. I wonder what we would do? Hey, my best friend wants to hang out!
To Sexy: Morning Ross. I slept well, thank you. And sure, I'd love to meet up with you. :)
I sent it and waited for his reply. He asked for my address, and of course, without thinking, I gave it to him. He said that he was coming to pick me up, and that I needed to wear a bathing suit. I still have no idea where we're going, he won't tell me. Loser.
I slid into the shower, and washed myself in the warm, steamy water. After stepping out and drying off, I slid on my swim suit, On top, followed by a pair of short jean shorts, and a white tee. I threw on my older black beat up converse, and walked down the stairs. Jordan has left earlier, so it was just my mother and I at the breakfast table. After finishing up my bacon and eggs, I walked over to my mother.
"Hey mom, would it be okay if I hung out with a friend today?" I asked, kinda begging.
"Of course, sweetie. Who?" She answered. I blushed, biting my lip and running my fingers through my hair.
"Oh, is it a boy? I see." My mother smirked at me, nodding her head. I shook my head and rolled my eyes, walking into the living room, waiting for Ross' arrival.
I stepped outside, seeing a little Prius. That's his car? Well then. I actually think that it's kinda cute. I suddenly saw him step out of the car, waving me over to him. I smiled and walked over, hugging the boy.
"I thought I'd never see you again," I joked. He laughed.
"You can't get rid of me that easy."
With my face in his chest, I took in his scent. Man, he smelled so good. I can't get over it. I pulled away after a long, warm hug. Ross walked over to my door with me, and opened it for me. Thanking him, I slid into the seat, buckling up.
Ross started up the car, pulling out of the driveway. "So, where are we going?"
"You'll see," he smiled.
"Loser," I muttered under my breath. "What was that?" He asked. "Oh, nothing."
We chuckled in unison and carried on our delightful drive. About five minutes later, we pulled up to a huge house. Is this what I think it is? Did he really? No! Oh my gosh! I looked over at him with wide eyes, and a dropped jaw.
"Is - is this-" I stuttered. He nodded, giving a genuine smile.
"Ross, you took me to your house?" I shrieked.
"Yeah, um, I know it's not much, but I figured-"
I cut him off, "Oh my god, Ross! I love it! Thank you! You didn't have to do this for me."
"But I wanted to. Anyways, this is just where me and the band live. I figured you'd enjoy a tour, and some free pizza. It's all on me. Also, you get to meet the other guys, since I kinda hogged you from them at the meet and greet," he blushed. I smiled and leaned over the glove box to give him a hug.
We exited he car and made our way up to the house. Ross swung open the door yelling, "Im home, and I brought a guest!"
I heard rapid footsteps coming from the staircase. Soon enough, all the other guys, including Rydel, Ellington and Ryland, abruptly stopped in front of Ross and I.
"Man, you can't bring fans to the house!" Riker sternly stated. Ouch.
"Hey, I know you! Tatum, right?" Rydel chirped. I nodded, biting down hard on my lip.
"Chill man, she's not just a fan. This is my friend, Tatum. I brought her here to hang out today. She knows better than to tell people where we live. I trust her. She has my cell number, and that hasn't been leaked out."
"Yet," Riker muttered. Ouch, again. "Could you just respect her, and maybe be a little kinder, Riker. She loves you too, not just me. Yeah, surprising," Ross spat.
Riker's eyes lit up a little, but I could still tell he didn't fully trust me. He just shrugged it off and walked away. Rocky walked up to me and stuck out a hand.
"The name's Lynch; Rocky Lynch."
I giggled and shook his hand, "Tatum Prescott."
"Beautiful!" He gushed, kissing the top of my hand. I blushed.
"Dude, she's fourteen. And I have a better chance than you," Ross explained.
"Oh. Awkward."
"Ready for that tour, m'lady?" Ross asked in and accent. I giggled, nodding.
"Off we go then!"
