Long Distance ~ Sequel to Lunar

Chapter 8

Lucy's POV

I was ready to kill Liam. If you didn't know better, you'd probably think the knife in my hand was going to end up in his stomach. But no.

I was just cutting up an apple.

I like slices, what can I say?

"I think you're just trying to force a reason," Liam said grabbing one of the apple slices. Better watch out. You're hand is awfully close to my knife.

"What do you mean force a reason? He obviously saw the tweet."

"Or is it something completely different?"

"What?" I said beyond confused.

"Luce, c'mere." He dragged me back into his room, while Brayden sat in the kitchen probably munching on my apple slices.

"Okay. What."

"Do you think that Connor may not be calling back because he knows you need to focus on this tour. And he needs to focus on his. Not everything in life is negative. And if he did see it, so what? You think that he'll find a new girlfriend and completely forget about you?"

Yes.

"No. Where did that come from," I murmured.

"Connor's not that type of guy. And if he is you deserve better."

"Okay, Liam. Thanks."

Next stop DC. It was pretty late at night. I was looking forward to sleeping on the plane. I hugged Liam and Brayden goodbye, and walked to security. 

Once I entered the plane, I saw Marcus standing up in the middle row. He waved and gestured for me to come over there.

"Hey, Lucy, your seat's right there," he smiled.

"Thanks," I said putting my carry-on above the seat, and proceeded to sit down.

I was glad I got the window seat. If I couldn't sleep I could always look out the window. It was pretty dark out. The moon was in it's crescant stage. It looked like the Cheshire Cat's smile. I grinned remembering one of my favorite Disney movies.

I felt someone sit down in the seat next to me. I figured it was Marcus, so I didn't bother looking. I slowly began to shut my eyes. Maybe I would get some sleep after all.

Just as I was about to doze off I felt someone grab my hand, squeeze it, and rub their thumb across it. My eyes shot open.

You have got to be fucking kidding me.

"Why the fuck are you sitting next to me?" I said staring straight into the eyes of the devil.

"Hello to you, too," he grinned a crooked smile.

"Marcus, why is your nephew sitting next to me?" 

"I thought you two got along," he shrugged.

"Did Lucas tell you that?"

"Lucas did," Lucas interrupted. 

"Why?"

"Are you kidding? Marcus is bringing me along for the tour. Nine more months. You're gonna have to fall for me."

This was going to be a long nine months.

Connor's POV

There I stood, with my five best friends, on a stage for our final performance of the tour. It was over. We could actually claim that the tour was over. It was one of the best feelings in the world. We ran into the tour bus before the fans began to mob us.