Marilyn's P.O.V.
The boys had finally finished for the day, and it was around three. I had asked my father earlier if I could go to the water park with the boys; he was hesitant but eventually said yes, as long as I wasn't out too late. Whatever that meant. We're going to a water park, not a club. But I just said okay, and agreed to be back home before ten; I still got about seven hours with them.
Austin was the last to record, and as soon as he was out, we were getting ready to go.
"You guys wanna' change here, before we leave or..." I trailed off, wondering how we were going to do this.
"Let's change here," Austin answered.
The boys went to the bathroom to change and I went to an empty studio to change. I hated changing in bathrooms, they were so gross. I held up my bathing suit, examining it. Shayley told me to pick out something cute, and I had tried my best. I had picked out a white, strapless, bikini that had an anchor right in the middle of the top. It was cute, and showed off my tattoo perfectly. I put my shorts back on and started to head out.
As soon as I walked out the door, I was face-to-face with Shay. He was wearing swim trunks and a striped tank. He looked crazy hot. He looked me up and down, and smirked at me.
"Well," he started. "Don't you look nice." he inched closer to me and put his hands on my hips. I responded by looking down and blushing, smiling shyly. "You ready," he asked.
"Mhmm," was all I could manage to force out.
"Let's go then," he said, and moved his hand to the small of my back, guiding me along.
We walked to the hallway where the other guys were, and asked them if they were ready. Well, Shay had asked them; I was still having trouble breathing because his hand was still on my back. I just stood there with my hands intertwined with each other. I saw Austin notice Shay's hand on my back and smirk at Shayley; then he focused his attention on my side. I knew exactly where he was looking; my tattoo.
"What's this," he said, pointing to my tattoo.
"Isn't it badass," Shay said to him, making me smile.
"What's it say?" Austin looked intently at it when he asked this.
"It's um," I said, worried he'd get freaked out once he knew what it was. "My Understandings."
"No shit," Austin said. "That's sick." His last remark made me smile.
Austin and Shayley sat there for another few minutes and discussed my tattoo, asking where I got it, and if I thought Clarissa could do something on them. I told them I'd ask her as soon as I got back home, tonight. Alan, Tino, and Phil finally walked out of the bathroom and asked if we were ready, to which, we replied yes.
I went back to my fathers studio and gave him a quick kiss goodbye and told him I loved him. He told me to be careful.
I walked back out and walked down to the parking lot with the boys; earning dirty looks from about ninety percent of the women in that building. I guess a lot of people were OM&M fans here. I didn't blame them, though. I know I'd be super envious to see some chick walking with my favorite band, all wearing bathing suits.
I sat next to Shayley, and the whole ride there, he had his hand on my leg. I noticed whenever he was talking he would rub my thigh, and whenever he laughed he would lightly squeeze. I guessed this was all subconscious or involuntary. I didn't mind it though, it was actually kind of soothing. But, at the same time, it drove me crazy. Here I was, sitting with the guy of my dreams, and he had his hand on my thigh. Excuse me while I fangirl!
