“At least we know he’s not death gripping himself every night.” Giggling, Isit down on my bed and glance up at her. “Seriously, what do you think he would have done if he caught me?”
She shrugs, plopping down on her bed across from mine. “You know my brain is basically just porn all day, don’t ask me,” she says with a chuckle. “Has a fan ever broken into his trailer before?”
“I have no idea. If they have, I don’t think he reported it... or maybe I didn’t see it. It’s been hard to stalk him for the last couple of years because I’ve been so busy with my own interviews. Do you think he knows that side of who I am?”
“No. I think he would have said something if he did.”
Or he was being polite. He knows exactly how it feels to be in the public eye, and how hard it can be to just want a normal conversation with someone without any of that shit being brought up. He’s always been kind.
The tabloids like to portray him as a rock god that takes more than he gives, but that isn’t who he is at all. It never has been.
And I hope I’m more than the daughter of serial killers. I can’t complain about it since selling the rights to my story has earned me enough money already that I’llnever have to work again, but still. It is nice that the true crime crowd and Hollow Apparition fans don’t seem to cross over as much as I thought they would.
“We also only spoke for about forty-five seconds,” I remind her. “Neither one of us said much at all.”
“Not with your mouths,” she sing-songs. “His eyes though, I swear he didn’t see me for even one second.”
Delusional. We’re both absolutely fucking delusional.
“I got what I wanted. I left the snacks with a thank you note, everything is fine.”
“Yeah? So we can head home now?”
She raises an eyebrow at me challengingly, and I’m tempted to say yes. Hell, if this wasn’t the most expensive thing I’ll probably ever do in my life, I’d say yes.
But I’m not actually satisfied yet no matter what I tell her. “Are you sick of seeing them live already?”
“Not at all,” she admits. “I might miss my bed, but this is the most fun I’ve ever had in my life, and they somehow manage to make every show unique for us.”
“Then it’s settled,” I tease. “We’ll stay for you.”
“So kind.” Rolling her eyes, she lays back on her bed with a sigh. “What did he whisper to you, anyway? Before we left the photoshoot.”
“He just asked if I’d been at the last couple shows, so I said yes.”
“Oh yeah. Rocker boy fucks, and he’s got his eyes on you.” She sits up abruptly. “No, seriously. What if he tries? Do you even want to?”
“Well I’m not actually a ghost,” I mutter.
“Just say it out loud once and I’ll shut up about it. Admit you’ve thought about him that way.”
Huffing, I flip her off with both hands. “Of course I’ve thought about it, and of course I’d do it if he offered. Happy?”
“Yup,” she says smugly, crossing her arms with a wide grin. “You know it’s pierced, right? His handler tried to have that leak erased, but screenshots never die.”
Screenshots?
I’d be ashamed if I were a better person, but I want to see it. ”What kind of piercing? Like which way?”
“A bar underneath... you know that really lickable vein thingy underneath thehead? I always forget what it’s called. No pictures were leaked unfortunately, but the screenshot I saw was of the interview they had taken down.”
Mind-reading little shit. ”Probably for the best. He deserves his privacy just like everyone else and I’m a little disappointed in myself that I wanted to see it at all. I’ll just have to see it in person.”
Which sounds nearly as bad, but whatever.
Nothing I’m doing makes sense.
Chapter Six:
