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Authors: Zoey Derrick
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“What do you need, Mouse?”
I see him stiffen briefly. “Don’t call me that.”
I raise an eyebrow. “Don’t like your nickname anymore?”
“Not when you say it.”
“Ever?” He just shrugs and I roll my eyes. “Again with the vague explanations. You know, Mouse,” I say with a sneer, “I’m getting really tired of all this beating around the bush.”
“Good, be at my house at seven,” he says and stands up, moving across the aisle next to Talon, Kyle and Addison, leaving no room for me and no chance for me to question him.
What the fuck? Seriously, what the fuck does he want from me? I roll my eyes and let it go as we’re dropping onto the runway at the airport.
We deplane and start to load up our luggage. I finally manage to get close enough to Calvin that I grab him by the arm and push him away from the guys. “What the hell? Let me go, Eric.”
“Not until you give me a goddamn explanation,” I say through gritted teeth.
“I’m fucking trying, now let me go.”
“What the hell does that mean?”
“It means that if you want your goddamn answers, then you’ll be at my house at seven. Now, let me go.” He growls the last command and I release him. I’m so stunned by the fact that he is finally going to give me the answers that I need that I just stand there as he skirts around me and goes back to helping load up the cars.
“Yo, Peacock!” Talon yells and I slowly snap out of my little moment of shock.
“What?” I shout as I turn around only to see that the ground is no longer covered with bags.
“Let’s go, yo,” Kyle says and we all climb into the SUV.
We spend the next thirty minutes bullshitting, laughing and enjoying the freedom of not being on tour. I’m eternally grateful that I live closest to the airport and I’m the first person to be dropped off. But I can’t escape the SUV before Mouse reminds me of our seven o’clock rendezvous at his place. “Yeah, alright,” I mutter as I climb out, telling the guys and Addison goodbye while Mills and Beck pull my stuff from the truck. Mouse never got out of the car.
There is nothing like coming home after having been gone for nine freaking weeks and I’m thankful for the maid service I paid for when I step inside a nice, clean, fresh smelling apartment. Aside from it being cleaned while I was away, everything is as I left it. Stepping inside, I realize just how happy I am to be home as I drop everything in the middle of the living room. My happiness about being home is thwarted when I open the fridge and realize that I need to go grocery shopping at some point. I go to the pantry, only to realize it isn’t much better off, mostly box meals and macaroni and cheese. I grab a warm Mountain Dew and I roll my eyes at myself.
Fuckin’ a , the least I could have done was have something decent to eat when I got home. But whatever, I look at the clock, it’s three-thirty, the countdown in my head slowly starts as I drag my luggage to my room, throw my suitcases on the bed before unzipping them and tossing clothes into piles for the laundry.
As the time draws closer to six, when I need to be walking out the door to make sure I make it to Calvin’s in time, I start to get a nervous excited feeling coursing through me. That feeling leads to all kinds of speculation about what he wants to talk to me about. Maybe he is finally going to tell me the truth. Tell me why he can’t or doesn’t want to be with me. Maybe this is what I need to hear to let him go or maybe it is what I need to pull him in closer to me. Either way, it’s about time he tells me.
At six, I grab my keys and head for the door. I’m not dressed in anything fancy and my hair is pulled back, looking more like a kid’s paint plate than a rainbow, but it is what it is. I’ve been looking forward to a solid week where I didn’t have to do my hair and I have no intention of changing that now. I’ve
I see him stiffen briefly. “Don’t call me that.”
I raise an eyebrow. “Don’t like your nickname anymore?”
“Not when you say it.”
“Ever?” He just shrugs and I roll my eyes. “Again with the vague explanations. You know, Mouse,” I say with a sneer, “I’m getting really tired of all this beating around the bush.”
“Good, be at my house at seven,” he says and stands up, moving across the aisle next to Talon, Kyle and Addison, leaving no room for me and no chance for me to question him.
What the fuck? Seriously, what the fuck does he want from me? I roll my eyes and let it go as we’re dropping onto the runway at the airport.
We deplane and start to load up our luggage. I finally manage to get close enough to Calvin that I grab him by the arm and push him away from the guys. “What the hell? Let me go, Eric.”
“Not until you give me a goddamn explanation,” I say through gritted teeth.
“I’m fucking trying, now let me go.”
“What the hell does that mean?”
“It means that if you want your goddamn answers, then you’ll be at my house at seven. Now, let me go.” He growls the last command and I release him. I’m so stunned by the fact that he is finally going to give me the answers that I need that I just stand there as he skirts around me and goes back to helping load up the cars.
“Yo, Peacock!” Talon yells and I slowly snap out of my little moment of shock.
“What?” I shout as I turn around only to see that the ground is no longer covered with bags.
“Let’s go, yo,” Kyle says and we all climb into the SUV.
We spend the next thirty minutes bullshitting, laughing and enjoying the freedom of not being on tour. I’m eternally grateful that I live closest to the airport and I’m the first person to be dropped off. But I can’t escape the SUV before Mouse reminds me of our seven o’clock rendezvous at his place. “Yeah, alright,” I mutter as I climb out, telling the guys and Addison goodbye while Mills and Beck pull my stuff from the truck. Mouse never got out of the car.
There is nothing like coming home after having been gone for nine freaking weeks and I’m thankful for the maid service I paid for when I step inside a nice, clean, fresh smelling apartment. Aside from it being cleaned while I was away, everything is as I left it. Stepping inside, I realize just how happy I am to be home as I drop everything in the middle of the living room. My happiness about being home is thwarted when I open the fridge and realize that I need to go grocery shopping at some point. I go to the pantry, only to realize it isn’t much better off, mostly box meals and macaroni and cheese. I grab a warm Mountain Dew and I roll my eyes at myself.
Fuckin’ a , the least I could have done was have something decent to eat when I got home. But whatever, I look at the clock, it’s three-thirty, the countdown in my head slowly starts as I drag my luggage to my room, throw my suitcases on the bed before unzipping them and tossing clothes into piles for the laundry.
As the time draws closer to six, when I need to be walking out the door to make sure I make it to Calvin’s in time, I start to get a nervous excited feeling coursing through me. That feeling leads to all kinds of speculation about what he wants to talk to me about. Maybe he is finally going to tell me the truth. Tell me why he can’t or doesn’t want to be with me. Maybe this is what I need to hear to let him go or maybe it is what I need to pull him in closer to me. Either way, it’s about time he tells me.
At six, I grab my keys and head for the door. I’m not dressed in anything fancy and my hair is pulled back, looking more like a kid’s paint plate than a rainbow, but it is what it is. I’ve been looking forward to a solid week where I didn’t have to do my hair and I have no intention of changing that now. I’ve
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