I'm Dating A Rockstar

13 Whitney: Seth Knows.

Thirteen

Whitney: Seth Knows.

I wasn't there when Nathan's Parents chewed him out for taking me to his secret place. And I wasn't there when they told him I could go on tour with them. Nathan was supposed to come out of their room depressed, that's what I was expecting, but instead, he came out ecstatic.

"What happened?" I asked, "Why are you happy?"

"Am I not allowed to be happy?" He asked, I didn't think the grin on his face could get any larger, but it did.

"Yeah, but you shouldn't be, your parents just got you in trouble."

He just smiled.

"What?" I asked.

"They said you can come with us, for sure."

"No WAY!" I exclaimed.

"Yes, way!"

"Oh my gosh!"

"I know!"

"I'm so excited!"

"Me too!"

We pretty much freaked out like that for an hour or so.

"So when do we leave?" I asked.

"Tonight, around eleven."

"Should I go pack?"

"Yeah, actually, I'm about to go pack too. If you don't mind, cause all my clothes are in my closet."

"No, that's fine. We can pack together." I smiled.

"Ok. Cool."

"Race you!" I cried, taking the steps two at a time.

Nathan still beat me, his legs are longer.

He went straight to his closet, and I went to the two drawers in the dresser that were empty before, but were now full of my clothes.

Nathan came out of the closet with a big suitcase; I pulled mine from the corner of the room. We both threw them on the bed.

Nathan disappeared into the closet again. This time he came out with his arms full of clothes and started stuffing them into his suitcase.

"Aren't you going to fold those?" I asked him.

"Oh. Right." He said, looking at the clothes in his hands, "I forgot."

I laughed, "Nice."

He restarted packing, folding his clothes this time. Then he pulled six guitar cases, from various spots in his room: Under the bed, under his dresser, in his closet, and he laid them on the floor.

Then he went to his closet and started bringing out guitars two at a time.

"You're bringing all of those?" I asked.

"yeah, were going on tour, and I like using my own instruments."

"Oh." I said.

It took us all of twenty minutes to pack. Then we went downstairs and hung out with his family, apparently the Parker' are big on scrabble. We played seven rounds. Nathan and I lost all seven. I had never played scrabble in my life.

After that it was time to leave. I had to take my suitcase into the tour bus because Nathan, Brody, and Seth's guitars took up all the space in the compartments under the bus.

It was late when we got on the bus. Everyone went straight to bed.

It was around one thirty when Seth sat up in his bed, he walked down the hall, stretching and yawning all at once.

He sort of jumped when he saw me awake at the table with my sketchbook.

"Sorry." I said, "I didn't mean to scare you."

"It's ok. What are you doing up so late?" He asked.

"Couldn't sleep. I'm a self-diagnosed Insomniac."

"Oh. That sucks," He said, "What are you working on?"

I quickly shut the book, I didn't want him to see that I was sketching a picture of his brother playing guitar.

"Show me." He said.

"Why?" I asked.

"I want to see it." He chuckled.

"Why does it matter so much?" I asked, getting defensive.

"Because your flipping out about not letting me see it."

"Fine." I said, as I slid the book over to him.

He took his time going through the pages. "These are really good."

"Thanks." I smiled.

I put my head in my hands when he got to the one of Nathan, to hide my red face.

"Oh." He said with a smile in his voice.

"Yeah."

"So you... like him?"

"Yeah." I looked up.

Seth nodded.

"Don't tell anyone, I don't want him to find out. He's my best friend, it would make things all weird."

"You know this looks exactly like him." He said, not guaranteeing he wouldn't tell anyone.

"It does?" I asked.

"Yeah, you're really good at the whole sketching thing."

"Thanks." I smiled.