Usher's video version of 'My Way' comes on the radio and I chuckle to myself, smiling like a fool. The whole song explains my standpoint with her, I love it. "You can't front." I wait to hear my face part 'She's been chasing me, facing me, saying give it to me now' and I laugh loud enough to wake JC as we pull up to her hotel.
"Oh, we're here," he says, stretching.
"So, who's waking her?" I ask him.
"Who's awake?"
"Just us."
He looks around to confirm it. "You can do it," he replies.
I smile bigger than I thought I could and jump out of the van. I jog in the door, her extra keycard in hand and head to her room. I get in the elevator and jab the '5' button, getting off it when it reaches her floor. I raise my hand to knock on her door and it opens the first time my knuckles hit it. "Jazz?"
"Justin?" she calls from the shower. I realize she's just getting out of the shower, the water turns off and her cell rings. "Fuck! If I shower in silence, it goes off when I get out!" I hear her snatch it from the sink top and slide it open. "What?" she growls.
"Just making sure you're almost ready," Lance says, groggy.
"Yes, I am. I'd be ready sooner if you wouldn't insist on interrupting me," she snaps at him. She must have it on speaker.
"Did Justin make it up alive and will he come back in one piece?"
"Yes to both. Let me finish getting set to go and we will be out of here."
"Ok, hurry up."
I hear her click her phone shut, dropping it onto the counter again. "You won't be offended if I'm nekkid under my towel?"
"I love your nakedness," I inform her, laying on her bed with my hands behind my head.
She comes out with wet hair hanging around her face and shoulders, a small towel around her body. I watch her walk to her bag, her hips swaying and let out a wolf whistle. She walks over with a few items in one hand, her arm pinning the towel to her body and playfully smacks my thigh. "Pervert," she says, looking over her shoulder and her hair is covering half of her face.
"Hell yes!" I call after her.
"Why? Cuz it's me?" she asks, popping her head around the corner of the door.
"Yes, miss."
"Damn right," she comments, smiling.
She darts back in the bathroom and she reappears a few minutes later, fully dressed. She's wearing dark blue flare jeans, a tank top and some sneakers. Every curve is noticeable because the clothes hug each and every one of them in the right place. "I can't wait to get to the next stop," I tell her, propping myself onto my elbows.
"You have to, sorry." She finishes packing up her things and lifts the gigantic bag strap over her head. She positions it diagonally across her torso and shoves little things into her pockets, including her cell and wallet. We take the stairs to the lobby, drop off the keycards and jog to the van.
She takes her bag off her shoulder and prepares to throw it in the van once the doors are opened. She has everything stuffed in that one big gym bag. As predicted, the door opens and she throws it full force at Lance. He quickly passes it to JC and it is put with our things in the back. I chuckle and brush her hand. "Your chariot, m'lady," I joke.
She laughs and takes a running start, jumping into the van. She sits between Chris and I, making him smile soon after I step onto the van. "How'd you and JC find her again?" he asks.
"I moved in up the street from the house you guys were staying at during your break, nut case," she fires off faster than I could answer.
"Never question her memories of the better days she has," I remind him.
"Like kissing Lance?" Joey teases, getting smacked with her sweatshirt she had carried down. He laughs. "That's something unforgettable, short stuff."
"Well, as true as that may be, let's keep in mind that his friendship means more to me than chancing a relationship and vice versa."
"So how'd you sleep?" JC asks, changing the subject. He's still not comfortable even thinking of her dating one of us, but that's something neither of us are ready to tell him, Lance or Caylei yet.
"Pretty good, until he had to leave." She pouts and I make a funny face at her, bringing her from pouting to smiling in seconds.
"I still got it," I say.
"Yeah, you still got a funny looking face," Chris teases.
If this tour doesn't kill me, I hope I have more fun than most people know about. Don't play dumb, bet you've thought about it a time or two.
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