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can’t see you through this door, I’m going to assume that by the look on your face it’s the latter option.”
“Well, you’d be correct,” Holly murmured. She got up and opened the door, her face softening upon seeing Drew standing in front of her. “I just don’t understand it though,” she continued. “I’m usually not this … flustered when I hear statements like that, but he manages to just … just say the right things that infuriates me to no end.”
Drew chuckled knowingly, and beckoned her to the bus’s makeshift living room. “Yeah, Tommy has a knack for that. Without even intending to, he crawls underneath somebody’s skin and stays there for a good, long portion of time.”
“Trust me,” she replied, re-crossing her arms over her chest, “he has not crawled under my skin.”
“I’m afraid he already has,” Drew said with a smile. The two took seats on the couch. “It always happens with the girls he like. He seems charming and attractive, and maybe even romantic, but then he says something—the wrong thing—that, well I don’t know, pisses her off. She then damns his name, promises she’ll never let herself fall for him, blah, blah, blah. But it’s all the same song with a new singer. They always fall for him, they always sleep with him, and he always leaves them.” He paused, allowing everything he had just relayed to her sink in. Surprisingly, she had yet to argue with his claims. Instead, she processed everything silently, deep in thought. “If I may be so bold … what, exactly, did he say?”
Holly let out a sigh through her nose, glancing over at the man from the corners of her eyes before looking back down at her fallen hands, now resting casually in her lap. “I can’t remember how it even came up,” she began, “but I asked him if the reason he brought me on his tour bus was because he wanted to sleep with me and he said yes.”
Drew let out a long, contagious set of chuckles. “Well, what’d you think he was going to say?” he asked her, once he collected himself. “If Tommy’s anything, he’s honest. Hell, anyone would know he’d be lying if he said he didn’t want to sleep with you. If I was in your position, I’d take it as a compliment.”
“Why would I take that as a compliment when he’s wanted to and has slept with many other women besides myself?” Holly asked, her brow pushed up as she regarded him expectantly. She watched as Drew fell into a state of silence, puzzled and yet thinking of how he was going to respond. Holly smirked, triumphant, though it didn’t necessarily make her feel any better.
“Ah!” he said, thrusting his finger into the air as an epiphany crossed his mind. “I know why. Because he’s never actually invited a woman to go on tour with him. I can’t promise you he’s not going to, uh … indulge in everything his groupies will offer; he is a man, after all. But just know that whatever happens, you are his first woman onboard.” He stood up and then leaned down before squeezing her shoulder. “Will you be all right?” he asked, genuinely concerned.
“I feel as though you have calmed me down,” Holly said slowly, feeling herself sigh. “Substantially.”
“Well, good.” Drew patted her once on the back. “I’m going in my room. If you need to talk, you know where I’ll be.”
Holly smiled at him, but said nothing, and simply felt herself relax against the couch as Drew walked into his bedroom.
As it had since meeting him, her focus went back to Tommy Nye, the reason for her simmering anger. However, now that her anger all but disappeared after her discussion with Drew, she was left with … emptiness, and she decided she didn’t very much like it. It would appear that nearly eight hours on this bus, and her rationale was being challenged by odd feelings, inexplicable anger, and this loneliness she had never really felt before. Yes, she had been alone
“Well, you’d be correct,” Holly murmured. She got up and opened the door, her face softening upon seeing Drew standing in front of her. “I just don’t understand it though,” she continued. “I’m usually not this … flustered when I hear statements like that, but he manages to just … just say the right things that infuriates me to no end.”
Drew chuckled knowingly, and beckoned her to the bus’s makeshift living room. “Yeah, Tommy has a knack for that. Without even intending to, he crawls underneath somebody’s skin and stays there for a good, long portion of time.”
“Trust me,” she replied, re-crossing her arms over her chest, “he has not crawled under my skin.”
“I’m afraid he already has,” Drew said with a smile. The two took seats on the couch. “It always happens with the girls he like. He seems charming and attractive, and maybe even romantic, but then he says something—the wrong thing—that, well I don’t know, pisses her off. She then damns his name, promises she’ll never let herself fall for him, blah, blah, blah. But it’s all the same song with a new singer. They always fall for him, they always sleep with him, and he always leaves them.” He paused, allowing everything he had just relayed to her sink in. Surprisingly, she had yet to argue with his claims. Instead, she processed everything silently, deep in thought. “If I may be so bold … what, exactly, did he say?”
Holly let out a sigh through her nose, glancing over at the man from the corners of her eyes before looking back down at her fallen hands, now resting casually in her lap. “I can’t remember how it even came up,” she began, “but I asked him if the reason he brought me on his tour bus was because he wanted to sleep with me and he said yes.”
Drew let out a long, contagious set of chuckles. “Well, what’d you think he was going to say?” he asked her, once he collected himself. “If Tommy’s anything, he’s honest. Hell, anyone would know he’d be lying if he said he didn’t want to sleep with you. If I was in your position, I’d take it as a compliment.”
“Why would I take that as a compliment when he’s wanted to and has slept with many other women besides myself?” Holly asked, her brow pushed up as she regarded him expectantly. She watched as Drew fell into a state of silence, puzzled and yet thinking of how he was going to respond. Holly smirked, triumphant, though it didn’t necessarily make her feel any better.
“Ah!” he said, thrusting his finger into the air as an epiphany crossed his mind. “I know why. Because he’s never actually invited a woman to go on tour with him. I can’t promise you he’s not going to, uh … indulge in everything his groupies will offer; he is a man, after all. But just know that whatever happens, you are his first woman onboard.” He stood up and then leaned down before squeezing her shoulder. “Will you be all right?” he asked, genuinely concerned.
“I feel as though you have calmed me down,” Holly said slowly, feeling herself sigh. “Substantially.”
“Well, good.” Drew patted her once on the back. “I’m going in my room. If you need to talk, you know where I’ll be.”
Holly smiled at him, but said nothing, and simply felt herself relax against the couch as Drew walked into his bedroom.
As it had since meeting him, her focus went back to Tommy Nye, the reason for her simmering anger. However, now that her anger all but disappeared after her discussion with Drew, she was left with … emptiness, and she decided she didn’t very much like it. It would appear that nearly eight hours on this bus, and her rationale was being challenged by odd feelings, inexplicable anger, and this loneliness she had never really felt before. Yes, she had been alone
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