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fucking you. We don’t hate each other’s guts anymore.”
“I don’t think we actually ever did, if you really think about it,” Fran said. She leaned across the space between us and flicked the tip of her cigarette into the tray. “But yeah. We don’t hate each other.” She smiled slightly. “I actually enjoy spending time talking to you. I actually like you . Weird, huh?”
“Who’d have thought?” I shook my head. “What do you want this to be? Just having sex and a good time—or something more than that?”
“I asked you first,” Fran said, raising an eyebrow. I continued smoking for a moment, trying to find a way to answer without actually answering.
“I don’t know,” I admitted finally. “I like how things are right now.” Fran scratched at her scalp with her free hand.
“But you like me,” Fran said. “Beyond the sex part of things.” I pressed my lips together.
“I do,” I said, nodding.
“We probably shouldn’t talk about this right now, huh?” Fran smiled wryly. I sighed.
“Probably not,” I agreed. “Just thought I’d try.”
“Better wait until the actual tour is over,” Fran suggested. “See if we feel…certain, or whatever.” I finished my cigarette and stubbed it out.
“I’m going to my bunk,” I said, giving Fran a wry smile. “You know how it is.”
“I’ll say ‘hi’ to Angelo for you,” she told me, giving me a little grin.
****
It was the last show of the tour; we were playing a gig in Atlanta, and then we’d drive straight down to Miami again. It had been two weeks since I’d done anything at all with Fran. “Yo—Jules,” Mark said, coming into the back of the tour bus where I sat, working on a tour journal entry.
“What?” I didn’t look up.
“What’s the story? You’ve been more—I dunno. Pensive or brooding or whatever it’s called.” I shrugged.
“Just fucking tired,” I told him, reaching blindly for my pack of smokes. I finished the sentence and looked up. “Glad the promo tour is done tonight.”
“Be real with me,” Mark said, meeting my gaze. He grabbed a cigarette of his own and lit up. “You and Fran Chambers?” I shrugged and took a drag of smoke.
“It’s a thing. Dunno what kind of thing, but there you have it.”
“Fucking hell,” Mark said, shaking his head. “You’ve been at it two months? For real?”
“For real,” I told him, nodding with a little smile. “Did you think we were just making it up?”
“I don’t know, man,” Mark said, lifting one shoulder in a half-shrug. “I mean I know Nick walked in on you, but Christ. I thought you hated her.”
“That.” I blew smoke out of my lungs and sighed. “That is going to fucking plague me for the rest of my life, isn’t it?”
“You didn’t even want to do the tour because of it, Jules,” Mark pointed out. “You were going to turn down half a million for the sake of it.”
“We’re long past that now,” I said, flicking an ash into the ashtray. I set the laptop aside.
“So where are the two of you taking this?” I shrugged.
“We haven’t decided,” I replied. “Neither of us wants to come clean with what we want, so until then we’re up in the air.”
“No one’s walked in on you since,” Mark said, raising an eyebrow.
“Nothing’s happened since,” I pointed out. “Can’t walk in on something that’s not happening.”
“That blows.” I laughed.
“Yeah, it kind of does,” I agreed. “Hand’s getting a fucking workout.”
“She is pretty hot,” Mark said. “You’ve banged worse.” I rolled my eyes.
“Coming from you? You’d bang a fucking shoe if it was curvy enough.” Mark laughed out loud.
“Hey—don’t knock fucking shoes,” he told me jokingly. “They don’t expect a phone call in the morning and you can’t get them pregnant.” I snorted.
“So it’s an actual thing—you and Fran?” I shrugged.
“It’s as much a thing as either of us are up to right now, even without
“I don’t think we actually ever did, if you really think about it,” Fran said. She leaned across the space between us and flicked the tip of her cigarette into the tray. “But yeah. We don’t hate each other.” She smiled slightly. “I actually enjoy spending time talking to you. I actually like you . Weird, huh?”
“Who’d have thought?” I shook my head. “What do you want this to be? Just having sex and a good time—or something more than that?”
“I asked you first,” Fran said, raising an eyebrow. I continued smoking for a moment, trying to find a way to answer without actually answering.
“I don’t know,” I admitted finally. “I like how things are right now.” Fran scratched at her scalp with her free hand.
“But you like me,” Fran said. “Beyond the sex part of things.” I pressed my lips together.
“I do,” I said, nodding.
“We probably shouldn’t talk about this right now, huh?” Fran smiled wryly. I sighed.
“Probably not,” I agreed. “Just thought I’d try.”
“Better wait until the actual tour is over,” Fran suggested. “See if we feel…certain, or whatever.” I finished my cigarette and stubbed it out.
“I’m going to my bunk,” I said, giving Fran a wry smile. “You know how it is.”
“I’ll say ‘hi’ to Angelo for you,” she told me, giving me a little grin.
****
It was the last show of the tour; we were playing a gig in Atlanta, and then we’d drive straight down to Miami again. It had been two weeks since I’d done anything at all with Fran. “Yo—Jules,” Mark said, coming into the back of the tour bus where I sat, working on a tour journal entry.
“What?” I didn’t look up.
“What’s the story? You’ve been more—I dunno. Pensive or brooding or whatever it’s called.” I shrugged.
“Just fucking tired,” I told him, reaching blindly for my pack of smokes. I finished the sentence and looked up. “Glad the promo tour is done tonight.”
“Be real with me,” Mark said, meeting my gaze. He grabbed a cigarette of his own and lit up. “You and Fran Chambers?” I shrugged and took a drag of smoke.
“It’s a thing. Dunno what kind of thing, but there you have it.”
“Fucking hell,” Mark said, shaking his head. “You’ve been at it two months? For real?”
“For real,” I told him, nodding with a little smile. “Did you think we were just making it up?”
“I don’t know, man,” Mark said, lifting one shoulder in a half-shrug. “I mean I know Nick walked in on you, but Christ. I thought you hated her.”
“That.” I blew smoke out of my lungs and sighed. “That is going to fucking plague me for the rest of my life, isn’t it?”
“You didn’t even want to do the tour because of it, Jules,” Mark pointed out. “You were going to turn down half a million for the sake of it.”
“We’re long past that now,” I said, flicking an ash into the ashtray. I set the laptop aside.
“So where are the two of you taking this?” I shrugged.
“We haven’t decided,” I replied. “Neither of us wants to come clean with what we want, so until then we’re up in the air.”
“No one’s walked in on you since,” Mark said, raising an eyebrow.
“Nothing’s happened since,” I pointed out. “Can’t walk in on something that’s not happening.”
“That blows.” I laughed.
“Yeah, it kind of does,” I agreed. “Hand’s getting a fucking workout.”
“She is pretty hot,” Mark said. “You’ve banged worse.” I rolled my eyes.
“Coming from you? You’d bang a fucking shoe if it was curvy enough.” Mark laughed out loud.
“Hey—don’t knock fucking shoes,” he told me jokingly. “They don’t expect a phone call in the morning and you can’t get them pregnant.” I snorted.
“So it’s an actual thing—you and Fran?” I shrugged.
“It’s as much a thing as either of us are up to right now, even without
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