I grew a liking for thigh high socks so I wore it today. Accompanied by a cute skirt and a flannel shirt. Today, the boys wanted me to come down to one of their shows. Tristan insisted. I couldn't say no. I put on my boots and made sure my appearance was okay. Joyce gave me the lift to the venue.
"You sure you don't wanna come?" I asked her when we arrived. I undo my seat belt and looked at her. Joyce gripped onto the steering wheel and shook her head.
"No, I have something on. Go in before the boys comes out." At that moment, the back door opened and James came out with a big guy behind him. His guard, I supposed. He saw the car and waved a little. I waved back.
"James is here." I told her. Joyce nodded but didn't look his way. Something was wrong. I just have to ask her next time.
"You better get going. Have fun." Joyce finally glanced at me and gave me a weak smile. I returned the smile and got out of the car.
"Emsy." He greeted, pulling me into a hug. He ushered me in quickly after and led me to their dressing room. "Joyce didn't wanna come?" He asked.
"No, she said she had plans."
"Oh."
"Emma!" Tristan shouted once I entered the room.
"Hey Tris." Tristan ran to me and wrapped his arms around me tight, restricting abit of my breathing. I let out a laugh and patted his back. "Miss me much?" I teased.
"Yeah, so much. I'm happy you're here to watch us play today. It's gonna be the best show you will ever see in your entire life. I promise you that." He gushed out after he let me go.
"We're the best you'll ever get." Brad chirped in. Someone was doing his hair for him, making sure the curls are perfect. It won't last, I knew that. My eyes drifted to the sofa where Connor was seated. His head buried in a book. It reminded me of that day when I found him reading one of my Harry Potter books. He treated it well. No scratches, nothing. He was clearly avoiding me so I shall do the same.
"Sit down, Emma." James instructed, getting back my attention. I smiled at him and sat down on the other sofa, next to Tristan. The boys soon started warming up. Brad was singing to himself like no one was in the room. James and Connor were practicing guitar and Tristan was just annoying them.
"People like to talk but I can't understand a word, they threw us to the wolves." Brad ended and the boys clapped exaggeratedly. Nonetheless, he bowed them and pretended to tip his hat.
Soon, I was in this crowd. I chose the seats cause I didn't want to snatch the other girls' moment with them. I get to hang out with them everyday, if I want to. They were right. This was one of the best shows I had been. Brad worked the stage very well. James sang occasionally, Tristan had a drum solo which he aced and Connor even covered a song.
Seeing him so happy on stage and so sad around me made me want to leave. I wanted to leave right now and maybe he would enjoy this show more. I hesitated abit. I tried my best to make my way to the side, pass screaming girls who weren't paying attention to their surroundings at all but a voice stopped me from doing so.
"This song goes out to our bestfriend who's here today." I froze and looked towards the stage like I was caught red handed. Brad was smirking at me cheekily. "It's her first time seeing us play. She isn't a big fan." He joked, the crowd laughed. "So I hope she will be after the song. This is Smile." As if on cue, the band started playing.
I let out a breath and decided to stay for the show. I just hope Brad won't question me where I was going. Once in awhile throughout the song, he would look at me with a smile before interacting with the crowd more. I realised then that I was lucky. I was gifted these amazing humans when I thought I had no one.
"Do not hug me." I put my hands infront of me to stop Tristan. He was soaked. His white shirt was basically see through and sticking to his lean body.
"Aw, come on. I know you love it." Tristan smirked, advancing towards me. I took a step back, my eyes widened. I couldn't even stand my own sweat, for goodness sake.
"Stop it." I said sternly, trying to intimidate him but his smirk only grew wider. In a flash, he dropped the bottled water he was holding and pounced at me. "Tristan, I swear to god!" I screamed, stumbling back away from him only to bump into someone else. "Oops, sorry!" I spun around and it was as if my breath was knocked out of me.
"It's fine..." Connor said softly. He gave me one look before walking away.
"You have to talk to him. I'll stall the guys. You go talk to him." Tristan appeared next to me. I sighed.
"Now?"
"Now."
I stood outside the door, my hand hovering over the door knob. I needed to do it. I needed some sort of closure even if I wasn't ready to move on. Twenty seconds of courage. I opened the door and barged in quickly before I back out again. "Connor."
"Jeez!" Connor jumped, covering his body with the T-shirt he was holding.
"I'm sorry." I can't help but laugh at him. Connor chuckled hesitantly and put on his fresh T-shirt. Slowly, our smiles disappeared and we remembered our history.
"Do you need anything?" He asked, not really looking at me.
"Yeah. I need to talk to you."
"What about?"
"Us."
"There's no more 'us', remember?"
"I need to talk about you and I." I amended my statement. Connor looked down and nodded. "Can we sit down?"
