A Living Fantasy (BLG Fan Fiction)

Chapter Twenty-Two

**Martin's POV**

We had just finished tour and were currently on our long journey back home.

The whole tour was insane; the crowd loved us. Andrew Manning from Columbia Records practically signed us immediately after the blow out sale of all our demos and merch during the first week of tour. We haven't told anybody yet, even though we've known for a few weeks now. I didn't want to say anything because it was never completely definite; not until all the papers were signed.

But that happened almost the minute we got off stage today, so um, yeah. WE'RE MAKING A FREAKIN RECORD.

Despite the excitement, I couldn't help but feel a little depressed. Don't get me wrong, I'm totally thrilled about our record deal. It's just a lot has been on my mind lately; a lot meaning Rebecca. Actually, she's pretty much the only thing that's been on my mind. I haven't seen her in about a month, since our break up. And as much as I wanted this record deal, I couldn't help but wonder if it was really worth it, if it meant not being with her. Though I guess it probably doesn't matter anyway. I'm sure they already got signed; plus we did, too, so there was really no turning back.

We left for home about an hour ago, at about noon. That means we wouldn't get home until probably a little after 7. I felt my stomach turn and flop a little, mixed emotions of excitement and fear swimming through me at the thought of home. I'd get to see Rebecca again, but would things be the same? Would she even want to see me? I snorted. Who knows, maybe she really hit it off with that Ian guy.

My thoughts were interrupted as Paul suddenly stood up, putting his phone away. I couldn't help but feel a little grateful. He hasn't stopped texting Katelyn for at least an hour, and it really started making me miss Rebecca more. Paul walked up to the mini fridge, grabbed a coke, and yawned. "I'm exhausted, man. I'm going back to bed."

I chuckled. "Thought you were a morning person." He waved me off as he turned around with another yawn. He then disappeared, heading back to his bunk.

"Yeah, I'm tired, too," Bryan remarked. He was sitting on the other side of the bus, but still in the same room. ...Well, I guess it's all one room. He stood up, stretched, and followed to where Paul went. John was already in the back, probably sleeping as well.

I sighed. I guess it's just me and my thoughts. ...And this long ride home.

I was exhausted, too. But my mind was racing a million miles per second. Finally, hours later, my eyes drifted and I dozed off.

The next thing I knew, I felt the brakes be applied gently to the bus as we slowed down. I jolted my eyes open to see we were exiting the highway. I glanced outside the window and caught a sign that mentioned Hartford. We were already back in Connecticut. I grabbed my phone. It was 6:58 P.M. My heart began to race faster and faster every minute I got closer to home, closer to Rebecca.

Stop it. I told myself. Don't waste your time getting excited...

As we passed our town line, Paul made his way back to the front. He must've just woken up because he was walking like he was drunk, or at least battling a hangover. "Hey," he swayed, trying to steady himself. "We back in Connecticut already?"

I nodded. "Just crossed the town line."

He knit his eyebrows as he tried to focus his vision to look outside, the brightness causing him to squint. He shrugged and plopped down next to me.

I looked at him. "You doing anything when you get home?"

"Yeah," he smirked. "Sleeping."