Best Kept Promise (Best Kept #2)

Chapter 32: My Other Half

Song: Keys by With Confidence

*PLEASE READ!!! So, I really wanna add an authors note up here before you guys read this chapter. I probably shouldn't say this, but I'm going to: You're probably going to get annoyed reading this chapter. You're probably going to call Maggie bi-polar or over dramatic or she's being a drama queen. No relationship will be perfect. I wanna say more but spoilers.  I really hope you guys enjoy the chapter anyway though.

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Tyler's gone when I get up.

And when I make my way to the van to leave for sound check, Benji's already in the driver's seat and I climb into the passenger side with a sigh. "You okay?" Benji asks and starts the van.

I nod. "Yeah, I just think I'm getting sick."

I know Tyler's in the van, I can hear him talking to Mason in the back. When I got in, I didn't even look in his direction. All I can think about is last night. And the moment...we lived in the moment and I was so ready for the moment.

Why the hell am I second guessing it?

We leave the motel and head for the venue.

I woke up this morning happy. I actually woke with a smile on my face, which hasn't happened in a long time.

Then I started thinking about what we did. I don't regret it and I'm happy it happened because of the way it felt between us. The mental feeling, but the physical feeling helps too.

It's not that it happened, it's if it happened too soon.

I wonder if our relationship was there and it worries me. Obviously it's a little late for that and thinking about it isn't going to change anything. It's clearly only awkward because I'm making it awkward.

When we get to the venue, I hop out and walk along side Evan as we enter. Mason and Tyler shout behind us, echoing off the walls of the hallow room that will soon be filled. Pretty sure they only do it to hear themselves.

Then all of a sudden, I'm scooped up in a pair of arms and I yelp.

Tyler chuckles and tightens his arms around my back. "Why are you ignoring me today?"

"I'm not," I choke out. "Put me down. I don't like being handled."

A smirk crosses his lips. "You weren't saying that last night."

I scramble out of Tyler's arms until he places me back on the floor. "I gotta get my camera."

Tyler looks at me weirdly, but I barely meet his gaze before taking off back outside. I barely make it to the van when Tyler grasps my wrist, turning me around and pressing me up against the side of the van with his body. "What are you worried about?"

"Nothing," I say a little too quickly. "Just sad that tour's ending."

"There will be plenty more," he replies. "Stop lying."

"I'm fine, just drop it," I mumble.

Tyler leans in closer to me, his eyes boring into mine. "Then kiss me."

I shoot forward, meeting his waiting lips with mine and kiss him softly. "Happy?"

He braces a hand on the back of my neck and his thumb glides over the side. "I'm not happy if you're upset."