That Summer | Aaron Carpenter

four

I woke up, my head on someone’s lap. I looked around and saw we were still in the car. I sat up, rubbing my eyes.

“Sleeping Beauty woke up.” Aaron chuckled. I looked to my left and saw that he was the one I was laying on.

“How long have I been out?”

“Since after my driving shift.”

I looked out the window and saw we were parked.

“Where are we?”

“Hollister. We still have about two hours, but your brother wanted to get food.” He told me.

“Why didn’t you go in?”

“You were sleeping.” He told me. “I didn’t want to move.”

“You could have woken me up.”

“Nash wanted to but I told him it was okay. He wasn’t going to listen but your brother told him if he woke you up he’d break his arm.”

I smiled, “Well do you want to go in?”

“Do you want to?”

I nodded, “I’m starving.”

He reached down and grabbed my slides from under the seats. He handed them to me and I put them on before we got out. We walked in and spotted the guys with Bart.

Aaron put his hand in the small of my back, “Come on.”

He directed me to the table.

“Hallie.” Jacob said. “How are you feeling?”

“Hungry.” I groaned, as Aaron pulled out the chair for me to sit next to Jacob. 

“You were asleep for a long time.” Taylor stated, putting his toast in front of me.

I grabbed jelly and a knife, “I was tired.”

The waitress came back over and let Aaron and I order. I got some pancakes and ate the toast while I waited.

“Why don’t we switch people up for the next two hours.” Nash suggested, looking at me and Aaron.

“For the last time, Hallie rides with me and only me.” Taylor told him.

“What about Aaron?” He asked.

“Everybody stays put.” Taylor fought back. “Stop being a jealous fuck.”

“Taylor.” I shook my head. “It’s too early for this.”

“I’ll switch if he really has a problem with the fact that his girlfriend was comfortable.” Aaron stated.

“We’re not dating.” I butt in. I mean we basically were but I felt like it needed to be said.

“I don’t care that she was ccomfortable, I care that you’re trying to get with MY girlfriend.”

“We’re not dating.” I said again.

“I’m not trying to get with your girlfriend. I was letting her be comfortable.”

“We’re not dating!” I yelled, dropping the knife on the table. People who sat around us looked over, along with all the guys. “Nash and I are not dating.”

Nash looked at me, “We basically are.”

“No, we’re not and I don’t really want to.”

The boys and Bart let their jaws drop.

“What?” Nash asked.

“We’re not even a full week into tour and all it’s been is drama. I’m tired of it.” I said. “And it’s all you being jealous. We’re not dating.”