"That's fantastic, T. So, this means you got the art scholarship to NYU?"
"Yes! And guess what else?"
"What?" I can't stop grinning. Her excitement is infectious.
"Shea won for her sculpture! She's going to be going with me."
"No shit. That's cool as hell, babe!"
"I know, right? I won't have to be all alone in a school full of art nerds," she says with a giggle.
"I hate to tell you, Tera,youare an art nerd," I say and she gasps.
"I so amnot."
"You are."
"Am not."
"Are too."
She growls. "You are such a brat."
"But you love me."
"I do. So much. God, how I wish you were here with me for this," she says, then sighs. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't say things like that. I don't want you to feel guilty."
"Tera. You can say anything you want. I agree with you. I wish I were there with you right now, too. I wish you'd been there on New Year's for that private party. It was one of the highlights of this tour, just like this is the highlight of your career. Never feel you can't tell me everything, okay?" I console.
"Okay. Same goes for you."
"You know it. Now tell me, when do you go to LA?"
"Two weeks from Monday."
"I'm going to see if I can be there. I can always fly out and fly back in time for the show. We don't have shows on Mondays," I tell her. I fucking want to be there so bad. I want to see my girl accept the award she more than deserves.
"I love you so much, Xan."
"I love you, too, Tera. I miss you like fucking crazy. I wish we had just one night off on the weekend so you could come out for even a day."
"I would love that. Remember, spring break isn't far off and you should be back here by then. We can go away for a week somewhere, just the two of us."
"That sounds fucking perfect."
"I need to go, Xan. Mr. Perkins is giving me the evils."
"Okay, baby. We still gonna talk tonight?" I ask.
"Absolutely. See you on Skype, my love."
"See you then."
I set the phone down, hating the ache in my chest. I am missing out on so much of her life right now. I would have loved to have been there when she was told she won. I can see her face in my mind. Shock. Surprise. Happiness, with a few tears.
This also means I'm going to see less of her than the every other weekend we've got going on now.Fuck. This blows.
"You done wallowing so you can tell us the good news?" Jesse prods, and my grin comes back, as does the pride.
