Love You A Long Time

Chapter 8-Almost Over

A/N- The story's not almost over, just the other, bloody thing.
Kirstie POV
My period is officially over, and so is our time in California touring. We'll be going to the rest of the U.S, and then we'll be touring Europe after that. Then, we'll be going to Asia, and going back home. Asia is just Japan, and that won't take too long. We skip the in between states, and go to Arizona. We plan only on Pheonix, and then go to Texas. While there, we visit home, Dallas, Austin, Fort Worth, and San Antonio. We then go down south, to the Midwest, and up to the North-East. We're going to fly to Europe, just the Isles of Britain (like England, Wales, Ireland etc.). We then fly to Japan, and then fly home. It will be exhausting, with little breaks, but fun too.
"Hey, Avi?" I call from the back lounge.
"Yes, my love?" he popped his head in.
"You're freaky," I roll my eyes and laugh.
"I only get freaky with you."
"Ewww! You're nasty!" I contort my face, and he walks closer to me.
"But you love me anyway," he smirked, and sat directly next to me on the couch. I rested my head on his shoulder, and he let out a sigh.
"I love you so much," I whisper.
"I love you more than Mitch loves ice cream. I love you more than Scott loves Beyoncé. I love you more than Kevin loves dancing. I love you more than Esther loves Europe, and the number that measures how much I love you is equivalent to the amount of stars in the sky," he whispers into my hair. I shiver. I move my hand from his neck to his chest to his 'friend'. I feel him poking against my hand, and I do my famous half-smirk. I palm him harder, and he moans against my mouth. He grabs my hips, and pulls me onto his lap, so I'm straddling him. I pull my hands to his hair, and run my fingers through it. He moves his hands to my butt, and cups it hard. I jump, and giggle against his lips.
AHEM
"What are you two doing?" Scott raised an eyebrow.
"Making babies," Mitch replies from behind him. Scott jumps, and Mitch busts a gut.
"No, just enjoying each other's company," I trail off.
"Yeah, just enjoying each other's company," Scott rolled his eyes. I look to Avi for any measure of support, but his eyes are glazed and a small smile permeated his lips.
"When are we stopping at a hotel?" he asks, dazed.
"Later tonight in Chicago," I whisper.
"Hm, and when is our next show?"
"In three days," I reply, and he smiles.
"You and me, alone tonight?" he whispers in my ear. His voice is husky, and it sends a shiver down my spine.
"I guess," I try to play it cool, but I know he picked up on me.
"Hey," Scott turns to us, after some heavy flirting with Mitch. "How about we go clubbing tonight?"
I turn to Avi. "You know, I'm not in a sexy mood. Maybe we should go clubbing."
"Awe, babe!" He whines, and pouts out his lower lip.
"Maybe if you get me drunk enough, you'll get what you want."