PRETTYMUCH a Lie [n.m]

Three

Nick

I wish I would've gotten more time to talk to her, but I shouldn't have given out my Snapchat name, next thing I know there will be random girls adding and messaging me. Something about her seemed trustworthy though, so I took the risk. It's not like it's hard to get a new Snapchat profile though, I have had to do it a million times. That's just something a celebrity has to go through. The phone numbers were where it got difficult.

When I met back up with the guys, we headed out to our tour bus. We were going to spend the night in there while we drove to New Orleans for our show next week.

"Where did you go dude?" Zion asked as we stepped onto the bus.

"I saw someone I knew," I tried to shake off his question casually.

I did not want him to turn it into a big deal.

"It was that chick wasn't it? I'm not going to tell anyone. You two were really into each other last night," he whispered back to me, gaining a little of my trust.

"Yeah, but I don't know anything about her, we just clicked," I tried to explain to him what seemed impossible to explain to myself.

I knew nothing would come of it but there was just something about her. There are not a lot of girls out there that will act that calm and collected around a celebrity, especially after sex.

As bad as I wanted to talk to her, we seemed to have the stupidest conversation outside. Of all the things I wanted to say to her, I completely blanked. I thanked her for not blowing our cover when I should've told her she was beautiful.

"I get it, dude. There are those certain women that seem irresistible. We just have to press on. This is the life we chose," Zion reminded me.

He was right, it was the hard truth. He had always been my closest friend in the band. We had been close since Simon had put us together.

"Just relax bro, we've got a long drive ahead of us," Zion added.

The drive on the tour bus was going to be just around five hours long. I flopped down onto the couch and pulled out my phone. Maybe I should message her? Was she home already? Did she live in Florida? I wanted to know so many things about her but definitely did not want to seem like a creep. I was the cool member of the band and I wanted to keep it that way. I sent her a simple message and closed my eyes for the night.

Amelia

"Hope you got home okay," was all the message read.

I quickly replied back, "I did, same to you."

I figured he was just being sincere. I looked at the time on my phone which blurrily read three thirty. I knew it was time to call it a night and head to sleep. I also knew I had to get in some studying hours tomorrow for my quizzes in the following week and my future exams.

I laid my head down on my pillow and drifted off to sleep thinking about Nick and what life would be like if he were a regular guy in college. We could date and do things that regular people do. I definitely wouldn't be afraid of leaking his private information. Maybe the celebrity life wasn't for me anyway. Maybe I was just better off finishing school and becoming a teacher with a regular husband and regular kids. A regular life. Let's be honest, I would never have a regular life.