With The Band

Chapter 11 Sorry

The guys crossed their arms and glared at Killian as he stepped back through the curtain from the back as the bus got going.

Regina stepped to her front porch with her face drenched as her mother whipped open the door, and Regina hugged her burying into her shoulder. 

"Oh, what's happened?" Cora asked, naive to the entire situation. 

"Nothing, I'm just stupid, and...." Regina shook her head. Cora looks at her face and realizes, "You fell in love," Cora stated. Regina sniffled and stared at her, with a telling obvious expression.

Yes. She did. And now all she thought in her mind was that Killian hated her and that she betrayed him, when she really didn't. 

On the bus

"What the hell was that?" Neal starts off. "What?" Killian shakes his head. "What do you mean what? Why did you do that to her? And not let her explain?" David joined in.

"You heard and saw what the fuck she was writing," Killian says sharply. "She said it wasn't the entire thing, you went off on an impulse," Neal berated. 

"You'll regret that Killian," Graham said. "What the hell do you know?" Killian scoffed. "What? We know you better than anyone," David chides.

Killian clenches his jaw, and shifts his head around. "You blew that, that girl loves you, you idiot," Neal reprimands. "What? She's twenty one and it's only been..." Killian sighs realizing.

"It's been over a month, it's been nearly seven weeks, and you two were inseparable the entire time, she loves you," David plopped down on the sofa.

Killian kept to himself and turned back to the back of the bus. 

Hitting his hands against the side of the bus in anger, he huffs to himself. Something tells him that the guys are right and that he jumped to a conclusion, but what else would prove that. 

The article. The completed and full article would.

Regina cried over her words as she typed up the entire article. Every bit of it was true. There was no rowdy nights of hook ups, no drunk performances, these were talented and simple musicians. Wholesome guys that just loved to perform.

As she sits in the office at Rolling Stone her knee bounces anxiously as the editor reads the piece she's handed over. 

She can't read him, and he nods silently and grunts every few moments. 

He places it down and crosses his hands in front of him on the desk. "Well.... it's honest," He nods. 

Regina agrees, and he continues on. "You set it up to be dramatic, and then you give me deep passionate musicians," he mused at her. "Yes, because it's the truth," Regina sighs. 

"Hmm," he tips his head. 

There's a pause and a silence hanging in the air before he says, "They'll be on the cover and that's the cover story, thank you," he states. 

Regina gapes and gasps to herself and a smile comes across her face. "You clearly got down to it, and that's what we do want," He said. 

As Killian weighs in his head, he's playing a new melody on the guitar. A week has passed. He called Regina over a dozen times, her mother answering and coming up with the constant "washing her hair" excuse.

"Well it's in it," Neal marches in. "What?" Killian lifts his head. "We're on the fucking cover of Rolling Stone," Neal turns around the magazine.

Killian is in surprise and some shock, as Neal hands over the magazine.