Selling My Soul for His Aston Martin.

Selling My Soul For His Aston Martin. (12)

Will was humming something under his breath. It sounded pretty good. "What are you humming?" I asked, peering at him. He shrugged sheepishly. "A song I made up. I thought of it a few days ago."

"Can I hear it?"

"Nah. It's not finished yet."

We sat in silence for a few minutes longer. The cots were REALLY uncomfortable, and my butt was falling asleep.

"Can you sing, Jamie?"

"Yeah. I guess. It's a sort of requirement at Julliard." (a/n: I don't necessarily know if that's true, so don't bash me).

"Sing."

I bristled. "No."

"Please? I mean, it's the least you can do."

I groaned. He was right. "What do you want me to sing?"

"Anything."

I took a deep breath, clearing my throat. "Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy? Caught in a land slide, no escape from reality. Open your eyes, look up to the skies and see----."

Will was laughing, but he joined in on the first verse, our voices tangling. He was surprisingly good at singing in real life. "I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy.

"Because I'm easy come, easy, go, little high, little low."

I did the last part by myself. "Anyway the wind blows, doesn't really matter to me..."

"To me." He finished in a exaggerated deep voice that made me giggle.

We sang the rest of the song together, mindful of the police officers watching us in amusement. When we finished with, "Anyway the wind blows..." There was applause. I grinned and leaned back, closing my eyes.

"You have a beautiful voice." Will said. I smiled a bit.

"Thanks. You're not so bad yourself. Tell me, Will. Was going to jail on your bucket list?"

"Yep."

"Figures."

Drew eventually bailed us out, apologetically saying that press had stopped him from getting to us sooner. We got into the limo that was waiting. "Where are we going?"

"To the airport."

"We're leaving? Man, I wanted to say bye to Kalee and Nate."

Will answered, "If everything goes as planned and my creativity doesn't tone down, I think you will be pretty soon."

"So where are we going when we get on the plane?"

"Spain. First class." Drew said casually.

"Oh."

"It's August already? Geez." Will said.

We got to the airport and unloaded our luggage, running through the gates just in time. The people in first class stared. I didn't blame them. We were quite the trio.

Me, still clad in Nate's clothes and boxers hanging out, Drew, clean, pressed and composed with short, slightly gelled back hair, and Will, the superstar, looking hot as always.