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“Give me your phone.” Sergio held out his hand.
“Why do you need my phone?”
“So we can call Eli, and he can see this.”
“Hell no.” I shook my head so hard, my hair loosened in my ponytail.
Sergio nodded and then sent me in front of him toward the stage. Sober-me would have realized he was going to steal the phone from my back pocket, but six-shots-me was not that bright. He tossed the phone to Jo. “The code is 6-6-8-6. FaceTime Eli, so he doesn’t miss out.”
I scrunched up my face. “How do you know the passcode to my phone?”
“I’m observant.” He winked and pushed me toward the stage again. The singer, who introduced himself as Jack, laughed and promised he would ‘help’ me be Kyle. I was grateful.
There we were, in the middle of nowhere Indiana, singing with a band we had just met while my boyfriend watched via FaceTime. By the time we got off the stage, everyone was in tears with laughter, including Eli.
“Babe, when you said you were going on tour, I didn’t think you meant you would be performing.” He was lying in our bed, an arm behind his head. I fucking missed him.
“Me either. Sergio decided we needed to join a random band and sing a third band’s song.”
“As long as you’re staying out of trouble,” Eli chuckled.
Sergio squished his face next to mine to see Eli on the screen. “You owe me twenty bucks, man.”
I looked between my boyfriend’s face on my phone and the idiot sitting next to me with a shit-eating grin on his face. “What do you mean, he owes you money?”
“I bet him I could get you on stage.”
“When did you do this?” I shrieked.
“Last night, when you left your phone unattended. Eli called, and I answered. He gave me the code.”
“You traitor!” I screeched at my phone. Both men laughed. “I hate you two being friends.”
“I love you, baby.” Eli smiled, and I felt myself melt.
“I love you too, sugarplum,” Sergio cut in.
Twenty
We were completely drunk by the time we got back to the bus. Drunk enough that Jo and Beth made no effort to pretend they were sleeping in separate beds.
As I settled into my bed, Sergio came crawling in after me. “What are you doing?” I said too loudly.
“Story time, Katie Kat.”
“Um, no. The only person who gets away with calling me ‘Katie’ these days is my best friend.”
“Am I not your best friend?” He had the nerve to look shocked.
I scrunched my nose. “No. That’s Eli, and you know it.”
“He gets to be both? Seems unfair. What about just ‘Kate?’” he countered.
“What’s wrong with Cee?”
“I want a special name.” He pouted.
I sighed. “You are a special kind of annoying, you know that?”
