The Music or the Misery (Book 2)

Not A Dry Eye Left In The House

All I can seem to think about is the fact that each day brings us closer to the end of the tour. I keep wondering why it matters to me so much but in reality I know the answer. I've had the time of my life and that isn't because of the back stage passes and V.I.P privileges. It's because I've spend almost two months, with someone that knows exactly how to make me happy.

He hasn't pushed me to give him anything that I'm not ready for and he's always been there when I needed him. Much like right now as I sit patiently, waiting on my course results to come through. I didn't know the exact date until I checked my emails, which I'm able to do now because I have my phone back. Not only did I find lots of emails but also multiple missed calls and text messages from my father, Riddly and even Sophie. This was obviously from the beginning of the tour, before they all found out I didn't have my phone with me.

Riddly and I are on different courses, so it's unlikely we will get our results at the same time but we're both on edge because today's the day.

If students fail or aren't continuing onto the next year then the last two weeks are for clearing out the dorms. So basically if I fail, this tour is already over for me. I can't stand that thought. Oh yeah, I'd have to go home too. No thanks.

We're in the green room of yet another venue and Patrick is at my side trying to take my mind off the situation. I'm sitting with my eyes glued to my phone, refreshing my inbox every few minutes. Still, there's nothing.

It's also times like these that I notice how much Pete cares about Riddly, as he pretty much tries to do the same. I just really hope one of them confess their feelings before I smack both of them on the head.

I suppose I'm a hypocrite. Maybe it's me that should be smacked over the head. Especially since I'm now trying to hide my blush from the rest of the band as Patrick talks quietly to me.

"I don't even know why you're nervous. You're going to pass because well, you're simply amazing" he says. I shake my head in disagreement.

"You're just biased, were all the good grades you gave me in high school correct? Or did you just like my smile?" I ask, grinning at his shocked expression.

"Regardless of your gorgeous smile, those grades were fairly given. Even if they hadn't been, all of your other teachers seemed to think you deserved high grades too" he replies, looking smug.

"Yeah, I hate to tell you this but I paid all of them" I say seriously and he glares at me, unamused.

"Sure you did. I just hope you're ready for me to say 'I told you so'" he says, smiling proudly.

A couple of minutes later there's a loud squealing noise coming from Riddly, who jumps up from where she sits. Pete jumps up with her, looking unsure but enthusiastic nonetheless and I sit forward waiting for her to explain.

"I fricking passed!" she yells. "Oh thank god, I was worried I'd have to actually get a job" she laughs. I grin, ready to congratulate her but then her attention is taken. Pete pulls her to him, kissing her right on the lips. The room falls silent and everyone watches until they pull apart. Even Pete looks surprised at his actions.

"I have so many things I could say right now" I laugh, whispering to Patrick.

"You're not the only one" he replies, his voice full of amusement.