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Authors: Natalie Barnes
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Tristan though... shit. My heart hurts after shows when he wants to come back and be with me, but I just felt too guilty to be around him. Tonight I told him to just hang with his guys.
Now, I’m here as they are all about to smoke up and I have to figure out an excuse to leave the small confines of this space to have a breather. I know for a fact that anyone sitting in here right now will for sure be getting a contact buzz, even if they aren’t smoking it themselves.
I scoot out of the booth and Jared looks up at me with his big, brown eyes.
“Where you going?” he asks.
“I just gotta make a quick call,” I gesture over my shoulder with my thumb.
“For fuck’s sake, Sophie. You don’t need to be thinking of Tristan’s sack all the damn time,” Roger jokes.
Rolling my eyes and smirking at him, I head for my cove. His laughter bellows in the background.
Sliding the door shut behind me, I take a seat at the foot of my bed, resting my forearms on my thighs. The guys are beginning to smoke. I can smell the pungent, sweet smell of the weed. Worry takes over me again as I think about the baby. I’m not around them, but still even smelling it has me freaking.
I grip the black handle to the window and slide it open, the sound of wind whipping through as the bus travels at seventy miles an hour down the highway. Inhaling the fresh air deeply, I lean back and begin to feel more relaxed as the smell of the pot begins to dissipate from my room. Even though I would’ve loved to take in the glorious scent, I know it will be bad for the baby. Baby? Shit.
I left my phone on my bed earlier, so I decide to kill about twenty minutes checking my messages. Maybe I’ll give my parents a call. It’s been a while, and with everything that has been fucking going on, I just need to hear my mother’s voice.
Pressing send on her name, it only rings a few times before my mom answers, which surprises me because it’s already after midnight and I didn’t know if she might’ve been sleeping already.
“Sophia.”
Her voice beams into the line. My heart crashes into my chest at the sound of it.
“Hey, Mom.”
Tears instantly prick my eyes. Using the back of my hand, I wipe them away before they can even fall. Bringing my cell away from my face, I clear my throat. I swear, she can pick up anything.
“Where are you at right now?” she asks, hearing some light noise in the background.
“Um…I think right at this very second, we may be somewhere in Texas? I really don’t know, Mom. We played in Tucson last night and left this morning. I think we’re heading back up north now after tomorrow’s gig. We’re playing in Houston, then after that, driving for a while to Milwaukee.”
The hand that’s holding my phone is sweating so bad, I’m afraid the damn thing may slip. Should I tell her now? Or should Tristan be first? What’s fucked up is that he should’ve been, but I was just too gutless to do it.
“So, when do you think you will be able to come home and visit for a while?”
Another type of guilt takes over. I just saw her a month ago, but that was the first time in awhile before that. Been so fucking busy.
“Maybe between Christmas and the New Year? We’ll be on a little break before we start over in Europe. And after that we’ll have another before starting the tour in the summer.”
Which, by the way, I will be having a kid by then and I don’t even have a clue how touring with an infant will be.
“Sophia, your dad and I are so proud of you. So amazing.”
Her voice is like a warm blanket, comforting me just like when I was a kid and scared of the dark or something. My thoughts drift back to the good old days of bruised knees and kisses to make the boo-boos go away. Without realizing it, I’m silent until my mom’s voice picks up on the line again.
“Honey, is everything all right?” she asks with concern etched in her voice.
Pulling my lips into my mouth and pressing down on them, I
Now, I’m here as they are all about to smoke up and I have to figure out an excuse to leave the small confines of this space to have a breather. I know for a fact that anyone sitting in here right now will for sure be getting a contact buzz, even if they aren’t smoking it themselves.
I scoot out of the booth and Jared looks up at me with his big, brown eyes.
“Where you going?” he asks.
“I just gotta make a quick call,” I gesture over my shoulder with my thumb.
“For fuck’s sake, Sophie. You don’t need to be thinking of Tristan’s sack all the damn time,” Roger jokes.
Rolling my eyes and smirking at him, I head for my cove. His laughter bellows in the background.
Sliding the door shut behind me, I take a seat at the foot of my bed, resting my forearms on my thighs. The guys are beginning to smoke. I can smell the pungent, sweet smell of the weed. Worry takes over me again as I think about the baby. I’m not around them, but still even smelling it has me freaking.
I grip the black handle to the window and slide it open, the sound of wind whipping through as the bus travels at seventy miles an hour down the highway. Inhaling the fresh air deeply, I lean back and begin to feel more relaxed as the smell of the pot begins to dissipate from my room. Even though I would’ve loved to take in the glorious scent, I know it will be bad for the baby. Baby? Shit.
I left my phone on my bed earlier, so I decide to kill about twenty minutes checking my messages. Maybe I’ll give my parents a call. It’s been a while, and with everything that has been fucking going on, I just need to hear my mother’s voice.
Pressing send on her name, it only rings a few times before my mom answers, which surprises me because it’s already after midnight and I didn’t know if she might’ve been sleeping already.
“Sophia.”
Her voice beams into the line. My heart crashes into my chest at the sound of it.
“Hey, Mom.”
Tears instantly prick my eyes. Using the back of my hand, I wipe them away before they can even fall. Bringing my cell away from my face, I clear my throat. I swear, she can pick up anything.
“Where are you at right now?” she asks, hearing some light noise in the background.
“Um…I think right at this very second, we may be somewhere in Texas? I really don’t know, Mom. We played in Tucson last night and left this morning. I think we’re heading back up north now after tomorrow’s gig. We’re playing in Houston, then after that, driving for a while to Milwaukee.”
The hand that’s holding my phone is sweating so bad, I’m afraid the damn thing may slip. Should I tell her now? Or should Tristan be first? What’s fucked up is that he should’ve been, but I was just too gutless to do it.
“So, when do you think you will be able to come home and visit for a while?”
Another type of guilt takes over. I just saw her a month ago, but that was the first time in awhile before that. Been so fucking busy.
“Maybe between Christmas and the New Year? We’ll be on a little break before we start over in Europe. And after that we’ll have another before starting the tour in the summer.”
Which, by the way, I will be having a kid by then and I don’t even have a clue how touring with an infant will be.
“Sophia, your dad and I are so proud of you. So amazing.”
Her voice is like a warm blanket, comforting me just like when I was a kid and scared of the dark or something. My thoughts drift back to the good old days of bruised knees and kisses to make the boo-boos go away. Without realizing it, I’m silent until my mom’s voice picks up on the line again.
“Honey, is everything all right?” she asks with concern etched in her voice.
Pulling my lips into my mouth and pressing down on them, I
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