just a crush

I

"Tate!" She heard for the fifth time, making her huff in response and yell down to Mason, "I'm coming!"

She looked around my room, making sure that everything she wanted to take, was in one of the suitcases on the floor. She took a deep breath, grabbing her backpack and throwing it over her shoulder, lifting the suitcases and began to roll them down the hallway.

"There you are," she heard her brother shout as she walked into the kitchen, "We're going to be late. It's 8:30!"

Tate bit her lip, looking up at him and smiling innocently, "No, we're not."

"Huh?"

"I told you we had to leave at 8, cause I knew you would take forever. We're actually leaving on time."

She could see his mouth open and close a few times as he tried to think of a response, "What time are we supposed to be at the station?"

She shrugged, "10."

He threw his head back, "Are you kidding me!"

 "What? You were going to be late anyway!"

"I'm so happy you're leaving," he muttered, sticking his tongue out and grabbing one of the suitcases.

She grinned widely, "No, you're not."

He made a noise of disagreement, walking out the door. Tate grabbed the other suitcase, following him eagerly.

The drive to the station was enjoyable enough, her mind reeling with a mixture of excitement and nervousness. Traffic was really bad, her nerves getting worse as they reached the station at ten minutes past the time they were supposed to.

Tate practically ran out of the car and to the trunk to get her luggage.

"Calm down," she heard Mason chuckle to her left, "There was traffic, I'm sure they're going to understand."

She nodded, hurriedly grabbing everything, making sure that her camera bag was tightly strapped around her as she hurried to the second station entrance.

"There," she shouted to Mason, who was following closely behind.

"I'll just uh – wait here," Mason said, stopping at the curb.

Tate could see Andrew smile at her as she reached him, trying to calm her breathing.

"Hey, Tate!" He said, not looking mad, like she had expected.

"Hi, I'm so sorry I'm late, there was traffic and – "

He chuckled, cutting her off, "Don't worry Tate, we're running behind anyway – you know how it is."

She nodded, pretending to understand what he was talking about. She, in fact, did not know how it was. This was her first time being a personal photographer for a celebrity – much less a major singer that was going on tour. But she didn't want Andrew to sense her inexperience.

"Okay – you can take your luggage to Tracy, over there," he pointed to a woman in a purple sweater, "And then head to the bus, you're going to be in the main one."

Tate could feel your throat get dry, "I – I'm going to be on the main bus?"

He chuckled lightly, "Yeah – you need to be with Shawn at all tim – " he was cut off by the sound of his phone ringing, pulling it out of his back pocket and looking back to her, "I should probably take this – I'll see you on the bus."

Tate smiled lightly in response, "See you."

She waited until he began to walk away, to make your way back to Mason.