Clinton and me got closer to each other in the matter of a few weeks after the incident in bed.
He stopped by my house every day, I gave him an extra pair of keys so he could walk in freely. I knew he was busy recording the album, so I didn't asked him to go to the doctor with me.
I was in the thirteenth week, when it turned out that I had to go to the Warped Tour. I had to organize medical appointments during the tour, which was not a simple thing, but somehow I managed.
Clinton knew I was going and tried to convince me to give up, but it was my chance. I couldn't stay in place with my career. If I refused this offer, I couldn't get the same one for the second time.
Today was the beginning of the tour, and I was already there in the morning. I came along with Tash, who offered to give me a lift.
I left my luggage temporarily in the tent of the sound crew, then went to take pictures of queues and stages before the start.
I was supposed to sleep on the Chase Atlantic bus, as we agreed. Only that for the time being they were probably not in place yet.
I was spinning around the field, taking shots of interesting things. It made me incredibly hot in a loose Clinton t-shirt, and shorts. I could have worn something more girly, but I was more concerned about keeping my pregnancy secret. We agreed with Clinton that we will try to keep it secret for as long as possible. He liked to keep his privacy away from the public and I understood him perfectly.
"Angeline!" I heard Christian's shouting.
Before I turned around, I felt his arms around me.
"Hey Kras" I laughed, looking at him over my shoulder.
"Where's your suitcase?" He asked.
"It is in the crew's tent" I explained.
"How are you? What about the baby, do you know something?" his eyes sparkled.
"Everything is fine. Baby is developing fine. It is currently in the size of a small coconut" I laughed at my comparison.
"That's wonderful. I'll go get your luggage. There's bus, you shoulda let Clinton know that you're here "the boy said, pointing to the vehicle in the distance, then ran towards the tent.
I went to the bus, opening the door, seeing Clinton, who was about to leave.
"Hi," he replied, smiling broadly at my sight.
He left the bus, hugging me tightly.
"I'm melting from the sun" I said, stepping away from him.
"Do you want cold water or change your clothes? It's hellishly hot. You can get a stroke. Come in, here's the air conditioning" he took my hand, pulling me inside.
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I sat on the bus for about two hours, watching TV with Pat and Jesse. The rest were running around and they did not had much time for anything.
"You know, I don't want to undermine your great plan," Jesse suddenly began. "But you won't make it. It's too hot. Give yourself a break and get dressed comfortably and thinly" he advised.
"I'm afraid of your fans" I confessed honestly, correcting the material of the large T-shirt on myself.
"Perhaps they sometimes oppress us, but they are understanding. They will still be congratulating you, you'll see" he assured me.
"I need to talk to Clinton about that," I sighed at the same time as the boy returned to the bus.
"Now you can do it," Boyle said, rising from his seat, stepping out of the bus to give us more space.
"What's going on, Angeline?" asked the boy, seeing my slightly scared look.
"I can't hide from all this, Clinton," I sighed, changing my position on the couch. "It's like a funking hell out there."
"If you feel that you can't stand the heat, change your clothes. It's not about me, it's about you" he sat on the other side of the couch.
"You're offended?" I asked after a moment, seeing that he was looking everywhere, but not at me.
"No, I just don't know if I'm ready to explain anything," he sighed, looking at me.
"You don't have to explain it to anyone" I approached him, putting a hand on his thigh. He extended his hand to me, wrapping his fingers around my hand "Just act normal. It will quiet down. If someone will ask you, do not deny it, because it will make matters worse."
"You're right" he nodded to me, kissing me on the forehead "Take care of yourself, okay?
"You too, daddy" I pushed him with my hand, getting up from the couch, to go and change.
I put on me a summer tight top with bare shoulders and a flimsy red floral skirt. It covered my stomach, but it was noticeable, especially when it was seen from the side.
I tied my hair up in a ponytail, I adjusted my make-up, and then went to the main room if the bus, seeing that Clinton was waiting for me with the camera and my ID in hand. When he saw me, he took a picture of me as I leaned my arm against the cabinet.
"You know, I have an idea," he replied, suddenly overjoyed.
"What Sherlock?" I asked, smiling.
"Stand sideways," he ordered, and I did it without protest.
"What is going on?" I looked at him, making a face that always made him laugh.
I'll take pictures of you once a couple of weeks to compare. What do you think?" he asked, waving my camera in front of my face.
"Pretty cool idea," I said, embracing him and standing on tiptoe to kiss him. However, he was too tall anyway, so I had to pull him down by the neck.
He smiled through the kiss, deepening it and wrapping my back with his hand with the camera.
"I say it on the spur of the moment, but I have this feeling so..." the boy started quietly l"But it seems to me that..."
"Hey, Clinton, we're going in five!" Mitchel called suddenly, opening the bus door, interrupting him.
Clinton leaned over me, kissing me briefly, then pulled me out of the way.
We ran towards the stage, holding hands. I felt this adrenaline and happiness when we finally got to the stage. Clinton hung my camera around my neck, kissing me quickly on the forehead, and then he came out on the stage.
I stood at the side, taking a shot from behind, camouflaging myself. Clinton turned for a moment, smiling at me, which definitely came out on the recording.
When I took some pictures of them on stage, I came down from it, taking a few shots from the crowd and from the bottom of the barricade.
This day was exhausting, but beautiful and groundbreaking. Although I was still wondering what Clinton wanted to tell me. It was something that could not leave my thoughts all day.
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