But if it saved us a few thousand in motels, it was worth it. I chuckled, imagining Micah’s face when she saw this thing.
The princess wasn’t going to be a princess for long.
Chapter Nine
Sax
I tapped my fingers against my leg as I listened to her sing. She was good—really good. Nearly two weeks of intensive training, and she was ready. We were ready.
“Sounding awesome, Micah,” Harry said, slapping her on the back of the shoulder.
Her face lit up at the compliment, her bright green eyes sparkling as she mumbled a thanks . She wrapped one arm around her waist and slouched against the wall, as if she had no idea how fucking stunning she was. Did she really not understand what she did to probably every guy she made contact with? She was a walking, talking wet dream. The sight of her drove me insane, especially when she dressed like she was tonight: tight skirt, low-cut top, long, dark hair floating around her shoulders.
“Sax?”
I jumped. “Sorry, what?” I mumbled, my face flushing.
Harry shook his head, a smirk on his lips as he glanced from Micah to me. Great. Just what I needed: Harry thinking he’d stumbled onto something.
“I just asked what time we’re hitting the road tomorrow?”
“Early. Gotta get to Little Creek by six, so we’ll need to be on the road by eight. That okay with everyone?” I glanced around.
Everyone nodded.
“Good. Make sure you pack enough to cover the two weeks, because I don’t know if we’ll have access to a laundry or anything along the way.”
“Sure, Dad,” muttered Harry with a roll of his eyes.
“And things like medications and shit,” I added, ignoring his comment. “So I’ll pick you guys up at Harry’s, and then we will swing past your place, okay?” I said, directing my question at Micah.
She nodded. “Sounds good.”
“Great.” I slapped my leg and stood up. “Then go home and enjoy your last night of freedom for a while.”
***
By ten that evening I was wrecked. Everything was ready to go. I’d emailed all the venues confirming our shows, packed, dropped Broosky over at Mom and Dad’s, and picked up and cleaned the van.
That last job had taken me fucking hours—and it still looked like a piece of shit. But old Betsy would always have a special place in my heart.
I fell into bed, my mind refusing to switch off. Had I forgotten anything? This tour had to go well. This was my chance to prove to everyone—including myself—that I could do this; show them I wasn’t a complete screw-up. I only hoped that Harry would be adult enough to put aside our issues, at least just for the two weeks.
Because the last thing I needed was his fucking bullshit.
Chapter Ten
Micah
My eyes widened as I watched the old campervan choke its way down the street toward me. You have got to be kidding me. That was our bus? It came to an abrupt stop in front of me, a cloud of smoke shooting out from the exhaust pipe.
“And how far is this supposed to get us?” I asked Sax as he got out.
“She’s old and not in great shape, but you’d be surprised how durable she is.” He almost looked insulted. “This thing got me through a few awesome road trips in my time. Besides, you guys aren’t exactly in the position to be forking out for accommodation,” he smirked. “When you book out Oncara Stadium, then we’ll talk.”
I screwed my nose up at him as I stepped up and into the camper. Okay, so inside wasn’t quite as bad. It looked relatively clean—albeit worn and tired.
“Go down the end, and to your right is a room with a double bed. That was my room when I toured with Severed, but being that you’re the only girl, you can have it. I’ll bunk with the guys.”
I slid the door open. A room? I snorted. I’d have to climb over the bed to get in the room. It was literally a bed surrounded by walls.
“Okay, so it’s not the fucking Hilton, but I’m sure you’ll cope,” he said, his tone defensive.
Did I have a choice? I dropped my bag
The princess wasn’t going to be a princess for long.
Chapter Nine
Sax
I tapped my fingers against my leg as I listened to her sing. She was good—really good. Nearly two weeks of intensive training, and she was ready. We were ready.
“Sounding awesome, Micah,” Harry said, slapping her on the back of the shoulder.
Her face lit up at the compliment, her bright green eyes sparkling as she mumbled a thanks . She wrapped one arm around her waist and slouched against the wall, as if she had no idea how fucking stunning she was. Did she really not understand what she did to probably every guy she made contact with? She was a walking, talking wet dream. The sight of her drove me insane, especially when she dressed like she was tonight: tight skirt, low-cut top, long, dark hair floating around her shoulders.
“Sax?”
I jumped. “Sorry, what?” I mumbled, my face flushing.
Harry shook his head, a smirk on his lips as he glanced from Micah to me. Great. Just what I needed: Harry thinking he’d stumbled onto something.
“I just asked what time we’re hitting the road tomorrow?”
“Early. Gotta get to Little Creek by six, so we’ll need to be on the road by eight. That okay with everyone?” I glanced around.
Everyone nodded.
“Good. Make sure you pack enough to cover the two weeks, because I don’t know if we’ll have access to a laundry or anything along the way.”
“Sure, Dad,” muttered Harry with a roll of his eyes.
“And things like medications and shit,” I added, ignoring his comment. “So I’ll pick you guys up at Harry’s, and then we will swing past your place, okay?” I said, directing my question at Micah.
She nodded. “Sounds good.”
“Great.” I slapped my leg and stood up. “Then go home and enjoy your last night of freedom for a while.”
***
By ten that evening I was wrecked. Everything was ready to go. I’d emailed all the venues confirming our shows, packed, dropped Broosky over at Mom and Dad’s, and picked up and cleaned the van.
That last job had taken me fucking hours—and it still looked like a piece of shit. But old Betsy would always have a special place in my heart.
I fell into bed, my mind refusing to switch off. Had I forgotten anything? This tour had to go well. This was my chance to prove to everyone—including myself—that I could do this; show them I wasn’t a complete screw-up. I only hoped that Harry would be adult enough to put aside our issues, at least just for the two weeks.
Because the last thing I needed was his fucking bullshit.
Chapter Ten
Micah
My eyes widened as I watched the old campervan choke its way down the street toward me. You have got to be kidding me. That was our bus? It came to an abrupt stop in front of me, a cloud of smoke shooting out from the exhaust pipe.
“And how far is this supposed to get us?” I asked Sax as he got out.
“She’s old and not in great shape, but you’d be surprised how durable she is.” He almost looked insulted. “This thing got me through a few awesome road trips in my time. Besides, you guys aren’t exactly in the position to be forking out for accommodation,” he smirked. “When you book out Oncara Stadium, then we’ll talk.”
I screwed my nose up at him as I stepped up and into the camper. Okay, so inside wasn’t quite as bad. It looked relatively clean—albeit worn and tired.
“Go down the end, and to your right is a room with a double bed. That was my room when I toured with Severed, but being that you’re the only girl, you can have it. I’ll bunk with the guys.”
I slid the door open. A room? I snorted. I’d have to climb over the bed to get in the room. It was literally a bed surrounded by walls.
“Okay, so it’s not the fucking Hilton, but I’m sure you’ll cope,” he said, his tone defensive.
Did I have a choice? I dropped my bag
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