Kell nodded emphatically. “Yeah. Of course. Totally untrue. A complete falsehood.”
I couldn’t help but grin. “You don’t have to protest so hard. Kelsey’s not a bad name for a boy.”
Kell folded his arms over his chest, looking put out. “My parents were jerks,” he muttered.
I decided to let Kell have his moment of pique and moved on. “Jayce, will you marry me?” My heart skipped a beat as I glanced at him. “Gonna make some girl’s dream come true today?”
He threw me a wicked grin.
“I’d rather marry my guitar,” Kell mimicked Jayce’s low baritone before he could answer. “You practically have sex with it on stage anyway.”
“Tell them my heart only has room for one true love: music.”
“Awww, how poetic,” Kell bantered back.
I nearly melted at the quirk of Jayce’s lips. I took a steadying breath and moved on. I wouldn’t let myself fall into a stupor every time Jayce gave me one of his tempting looks. I refused to fall under his spell like every other fangirl.
“Morris: I’ve seen you in concert a hundred times. Will you ever take off your shirt?”
“Impossible. We haven’t done one hundred shows yet,” Morris said, deadpan.
“And the shirt thing?” I prompted.
“Write down that I’ll take off my shirt when Kell takes off his pants.”
“Man, don’t give him ideas,” Jayce groaned.
Kell’s eyes lit up. “Hey, how about next show I—”
“No.” All three of them spoke at the same time.
“Why don’t I just tell her to keep coming to shows, and maybe she’ll get to see your naked chest one day?”
Morris nodded and went back to listening silently.
“Ren: Would you ever date a girl as tall as you?”
Ren’s eyes crinkled at the corners. “Why wouldn’t I?”
“I dunno,” I said doubtfully. “You’re pretty tall. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a girl as tall as you.”
“Tell them I have no preference when it comes to height.”
I typed it up. “What do you look for in a girl?” I asked, knowing someone would ask it as a follow-up question.
“Who said he’s into girls?” Kell quipped.
Ren lifted his eyes heavenward as if praying for patience. “Just say I like a girl with a good personality.”
Jayce shook his head. “Too boring. You can do better than that.”
“It’s true,” I told him. “Everyone knows that’s a cop out answer.”
“Fine. Tell them I’d like someone who can hold deep, meaningful conversations. Is that good enough?”
“That’ll do. Jayce: ‘It’s my eighteenth birthday next month. Will you come to my party?’ Aw, that’s sweet.”
“Eighteen means she’s legal.” Kell wiggled his eyebrows in a fake leer.
