Time; Don't Let It Slip Away

Remembering Last Sunday

"Guys, I can't believe we only have one more show…" I sighed, looking around the large table we were all seated at.

We were all out to dinner, celebrating our last stop of the Gypsy Blue tour; New York City. 

It's already August 30th, and we leave in a week for Aerosmith's South American tour. 

This tour has been so unreal for me. 

It's like all my dreams have come true, and things have only been getting better. 

 "I know, it's been so wild…" Ryan grinned at me from across the table.

After the fight with Steven, and confessing that we both thought the other was cheating on us, Steven's been acting a little weird around Ryan, so look he shot to Ryan was expected. 

I mean, it's not like Steven hated him… Oh contraire! Steven and Ryan became pretty damn close, actually since Gypsy Blue started. Steven just has a tendency to be over protective and jealous about any male that comes with in a 500 foot radius of me. 

"Let's make a toast!" I called to the rest of the group, who instantly stopped talking to each other and raised their glasses towards the sky. "Here's to… uh… Here's to closing out one fabulous fucking tour! And here's to the South American tour! I know you guys will kick ass and take names down there."

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I stepped off the plane, and into the heavy heat of the New Jersey air. 

The smell of city streets and trees, cigarettes and gasoline filled my nostrils, reminding me of home. 

"Ahh, it's good to be back." I smiled as everyone filed off of the plane.

2 limo's were waiting to take us to my old home in Rutherford, which is 5 minutes outside of New York City.

My parents so kindly offered to have us stay there, so we didn't have to spend money on hotel rooms. 

Seeing how my parents were the only people living there, and it was a pretty lavish house, so there was still plenty of room. 

It was all sorted out; Steven, Alaska and I would all sleep in my room. Joe, Lauren and Beth would be in my brother's room. Joe and Linda, and Tom and Terry would share one guest bedroom, while Brad and Kim would take the other upstairs guest room. Carla, Gavin Connor and Alec would share the couches in the basement, while Jess and Ryan got one of the guest rooms in the basement, and RJ, Marissa and Jordan got the other basement bedroom. 

The limo rides were quick, considering there was barely any traffic from the Newark airport to my house… Which is incredibly strange, now that I think about it. 

Anyway… The cars pulled up to the house and we all shuffled out into the hot August, Jersey sun. 

Before thinking of anything else, I sprinted up the steps and flung the front door open.

Thank god my parents never locked the front door, or I'd be waiting out here for 20 minutes for them to even hear me ringing the bell.

I dashed through the little front hallway and into the living room where undoubtably, they were watching television.

"MOM! DAD!" I squealed, jumping on top of them on the couch. 

"Jesus Mia, you're not 5 anymore… I might have been able to take the weight then, but not now… I'm getting old." My dad chuckled before wrapping his arms around me.

"Was that a fat joke?" I gasped, having a hand fly up to my mouth, feigning offence. 

"Honey, I missed you so much!" My mom spoke for my father and gripped me in a huge bear hug.