In this case, I only had the next four days planned. After that…
"Not a single one," I sighed.
"What about your honey boo?" His question was low and cautious.
Eliza and I hadn't really talked about the situation with Sacha very much. It was weird, at least with my brother. He knew how I felt about him, using that special sixth sense, and he'd been the first one to tell me that Sacha felt the same way in return, but still. I knew Sacha's intentions were pure and honest. That didn't mean the future still wasn't scary and full of variables.
"He's planning on visiting a week after we get home."
Eliza raised an eyebrow. "Huh."
"What?"
He shrugged too slowly. "That's… soon."
"And?"
"It's good," he explained. "It makes me happy, Flabby. That kid thinks you're the greatest thing on the planet, and I'm glad he does. You deserve somebody like that.” When my eyes started to get watery at his commentary, he yanked on the end of my ponytail really hard. "No crying allowed. Stop it."
"You love me."
He groaned and looked away. "Yeah, I do, estupid. That's my nice deed of the year."
I laughed before wrapping both of my arms around his giant bicep. "Thanks, E. I'm glad you invited me to come on tour."
Eli shot me a sick glance before opening his mouth, sticking his finger part of the way inside in a gagging motion. "Trust me. We all know how thankful you are that you came on tour, you dirty whore."
He wasn't surprised at all when I punched him in the stomach.
"You two lovebirds will figure it out. I won't be touring for a while, but you're more than welcome to go out with us again when the next one is confirmed," he said. “We can still get a place together.” I opened my mouth to say we should do it, but he put up a hand. “Think about it. Give it a few weeks to see what happens, Flabs. All right?”
I nodded at him, grateful for his offer but not sure if I'd want to go on tour again after all of this, even if it was months or years from this moment. Plus, if Sacha was gone and I was gone, we'd never get to see each other. Something deep in the pit of my stomach told me this long-distance crap was going to be hard.
But all the best things in life weren't exactly supposed to be easy either, right?
Chapter Twenty-Five
"Why doyou look like you just found out that Kulti guy got married again?" Mason asked me in a loud whisper. We were in Antwerp for the last day of the tour. The Cloud Collision was about to go back onstage for their encore performance, and in the meantime, while Eli and Gordo talked to fans in the audience, this baboon was keeping me company.
I remembered that he had in fact been around when I found out my longtime crush, Reiner Kulti the German soccer icon I’d adored once upon a fifteen-year-old day, had the nerve to get married to some actress. Ugh. It had been a bad day, to say the least. "I'm sad the tour is over."
He shrugged. "It was pretty fun, wasn't it?"
I nodded.
Mason gave me a goofy look. "You got to tour with the most attractive men in Prog—"
"I think that's kind of stretching it."
He frowned but kept going. "Got to see the world. See a kangaroo in person—"
"Saw you almost get punched by that same kangaroo—"
"Watched your brother get hit on by that transgender guy—"
I made a face at him, remembering the incident. "I'm pretty sure that was you."
Mason didn't even bother confirming or denying my statement. "Went to a bunch of boring museums—"
