I text Matt with Josh’s blackberry and the guys are out of the hotel in seven minutes tops. Mike gives me a hug and glares at Josh, “Has he been behaving?”
“Depends on what behaving means…” I laugh, “I was the one texting Matt from his phone because he wanted to be a stubborn fucker and try to walk into the hotel with no help.”
Matt and Ian help Josh out of the car and Mike & I walk ahead, into the hotel together, opening the doors. I glance back at Josh, his eyes fixed on my ass and he looks a little jealous from how close Mike is to my side. We make it to the hotel room and Mike opens the door. “Guys? Can I talk to Amy alone please?”
They nod and walk into the connecting room, closing the door. I glance at Josh. “Yes?” I smirk, raising an eyebrow. Josh sits on the edge of the bed and I stand facing him. “What you want to talk to me about?” I lean on my right leg with my arms crossed.
He pulls me closer. “I want you…”
“Well, you have me… I’m standing here, aren’t I?” I smile, pressing my lips to his. “Hmm, maybe what the doctor said was just something he has to say because we’re young…”
His eyes brighten and his eyebrows rise. His hands resting on my ass and I sit on his lap. I kiss his lips hard but I pull away. “Josh? You know I’m saying this just to tease you a bit… right?”
“What?” He looks at me, with puppy dog eyes. “How can you tease someone that is ill?”
“Just seeing how much you want me… that’s all,” I chuckle and he presses his lips to mine, I let him leave them on mine. His hands slide up my under my shirt and stop just below my boobs. But that’s when my phone rings and I pull away, pulling Josh’s hands from under my shirt. Josh making a puppy-dog face as I pull out my phone from my pocket. “Hello?”
“Where are you??” I hear my Father with a worried tone, on the other side of the phone call, “You’re grounded if you don’t get your butt back home by dinner time.”
“You can’t ground me anymore! I’m twenty-three years old! But fine, I’ll be home in a bit. Bye.” I hang up and Josh looks at me with a sad face. “I’ll be back tonight; they can’t keep me from you too long.” I kiss his lips and the guys walk in just as his hands go up my shirt again.
Josh whispers, “Come to Vancouver with me.”
All we hear are gasps and a few chuckles. “So, this is how Josh ‘talks’ with a female,” I hear Matt and I quickly stand up from Josh’s lap. “You didn’t need to stop; we’re just going to get a coffee at Starbucks.”
“I have to go home… but I’ll be back tonight,” I explain. “So someone should probably stay with Josh…”
“No, I’ll come with you,” Josh says, going to stand up but I glare at him. “I’m fine! I want to meet your parents!”
“Maybe tomorrow, Josh. I’ll tell them about you tonight.” I grab my coat and pull it on. I pull on my converse and grab my purse. I give Josh a quick kiss.
He holds me near him. “Were you going to go all the way if the phone didn’t ring?” he whispers and I shake my head. “Why?”
“I’m not ready to go all the way, Josh. I’m sorry.”
He kisses me, “It’s okay. I can wait.”
Matt stays behind with Josh; I follow Mike, Ian and Brett out of the hotel. Mike walks beside me and he asks me, “So, um…. I’ve heard stories how our music helped fans… Do you have one of those stories?”
I look up at him and I stop walking. Tears nearly falling down my cheeks. I rub my eyes and he looks at me caringly. I turn my wrists so Mike, Brett and Ian can see the deep scars, “You guys have helped me overcome this…”
Mike wraps his arms around me, “I’m sorry I asked…” I feel him brush his fingers through my hair and my tears fall faster. But I’m silent. I hide my face against his shoulder.
“You know what’s funny, when I showed Josh… I didn’t cry.”
“Probably because you know he’s went through the same thing, and that he understands…” Ian says, and I look up at him. “We understand too… we are like brothers in this band.”
“Thank you,” I smile and I wipe the tears away. “And I’m sorry…” I laugh at the tear stains on Mike’s shirt.
He looks down, “Meh, tears are just water,” he laughs and we walk to the cars. He opens my door for me and hops in their rental SUV. I start up my car and look in the mirror; I’m glad I wiped my make-up off before this crying fit… or Mike would have black on his shirt as well. I smile, pulling out of the parking lot and driving towards home.
