Chapter 9

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Zoey's pov

"You two need to get up now," Ashton's voice says. I groan softly and scoot closer to Peyton, not wanting to get up. His arm wraps around my shoulders.

"Zoey, come on baby, it's time to get up," Peyton says gently. I feel his arm remove from around my shoulders. I whine, but sit up, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes.

I glance over at Ashton, "Are you not going to lecture us about sleeping in the same bed?"

Ashton grins, "Nah. I trust you both. You haven't given me any reason not to."

I smile, "Thanks for trusting us. But why on earth do we have to get up now?"

"We have to get ready to go. We have a show at Hershey Park, then we're getting on a plane to go to Cali. Our new managers are throwing a 'new management' party for us. So we have to go to that. Then we have a couple of months on break," he answers.

I must've had a panicked look on my face because Ash was quick to assure me that the new managers have no power over me. I sigh in relief. I was pretty much done with managers.

"Zoey, you there still?" Peyton laughs, snapping his fingers in front of my face.

I shake my head a little, "I'm sorry, what? I zoned out."

"We know. I just asked if you want to perform at the show later, or not. It's completely up to you," Ash tells me.

I bite my lip and ponder the question. Do I really want to perform? Am I really ready for that again? My mind drifts over to the song that I wrote before I fell asleep last night. I was honestly dying to perform that one.

I look up at Ashton, "Yeah, I'll perform. Is it still six songs? Or more?"

"Just six. And thanks Zoey. I don't know what we would've done if you hadn't agreed," he tells me. I roll my eyes. Boys are so unprepared.

"I'll see you two in the lobby with your stuff in twenty minutes," Ashton calls over his shoulder as he leaves the room.

Peyton and I slowly climb off of the bed, not very happy about having to get up.

He pecks my cheek, then walks towards the bathroom. I trudge over to the closet to start packing my stuff.

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