Colton hated being sick, and he hated having to rely on someone else, but as much as he was loath to admit it, having Dean take care of him felt really good. “That sounds nice.”
“Okay, I’ll be right back.” As Dean stood, Colton grabbed his wrist.
“Why are you going to all this trouble, being so nice to me?”
Colton wasn’t used to this sort of kindness. He was used to expectations. The only time anyone was this generous to Colton was usually when they wanted something from him. He’d been getting to know Dean, and they were becoming friends, but still, he was skeptical.
Dean paused a moment and cracked a smile. “Because you’re letting me.” He slightly leaned forward, eyebrows raised, as if he was waiting for something.
“What?” Colton asked, confused.
“You don’t know what that’s from?”
“What what’s from?”
“Why are being so nice to me? Because you’re letting me. You don’t know what movie that’s from?”
Colton shook his head. “Nuh uh”
“Ugh!” Dean scoffed. “The Breakfast Club!”
“Never saw it.”
“Oh my God!” Dean exclaimed loudly and punched his shoulder. “It’s one of the greatest movies of all time. I’m gonna force you to watch it while you’re being held captive.”
Colton started to laugh, which turned into a string of coughs. “Fine.”
Dean returned a few minutes later with a tray of soup, bread, water, and juice.
Colton inhaled the delicious scent of the soup and brought the spoon to his mouth. He let out a filthy moan as he loudly slurped his spoon. “Oh my God, this soup is delicious!”
“Thanks! It’s my own special recipe.” Dean grinned proudly.
“So, you said you’re planning a world tour?” Colton asked as he shoveled another big spoonful of soup into his mouth.
“Yup! My very first world tour.”
Colton smiled. “How long is a world tour?”
“Do you mind?” Dean pointed to the bed. Colton nodded and Dean sat on the edge of the bed next to Colton.
“Well, it depends on the artist. Longer tours can run thirty-five to forty weeks. I guess mine would be considered a smaller tour, because it’s only twelve weeks, and twelve different cities. But I’ll be playing huge stadiums and arenas, which is a first for me. Normally, I play smaller venues, but Bayside Grooves proved I can go bigger.”
“Are you nervous about that?” Colton tore off a piece of bread and dipped it into his soup.
“Petrified!” Dean admitted with a smirk.
“I doubt that. You love to perform.” Colton smirked.
Dean chuckled, then picked up the napkin from the tray and dabbed the soup off of Colton’s chin.
“I do. It’s very exciting, picking the cities and venues. I’m opening at Madison Square Garden in New York City, then it’s Wembley Stadium in London, Rome, Paris, Toronto, Vancouver, here at Levi’s stadium” —Dean poked Colton’s chest— “then L. A., Miami, Atlanta, Washington D.C., and closing at Soldier Field in Chicago.”
“Wow. That sounds like a lot of work and planning.”
“It is! But luckily, I have Jordan, and a great production team. We’re basically gonna expand the show you saw at Bayside Grooves with a much bigger stage, more video screens…you know, bigger!” Dean accentuated, swinging his arms.
“Is bigger necessarily better?” Colton lifted an eyebrow as he sipped his juice.
