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“Leave him alone,” Layla tells me as she passes my seat. “We kind of dropped him into a new job out of the blue, and he’s never toured full time before.”
“I’m still confused as to why he’s even here,” I sigh. “I know he’s employed by the label, but is he really that desperate to be with you?”
“Yes,” Tyler says, popping out like a damn ghoul. “My place is wherever she is, especially when I know there are assholes like you in her band. Now with everything she’s about to head into with Seán, I’m glad I’m here.”
“You’re not going to see him,” I growl, turning back to Layla. Damn, maybe Mav is right in that the past not being as far awayas I thought. Five years wasn’t nearly enough time, and I don’t think any amount will ever be enough. “What kind of assets do you have when it comes to a man like that?”
Layla smirks and grabs her tits with a shrug, walking away from me. I can’t help the snort I make, because damn the girl is amusing.
“Besides those!” I yell, laughter in my voice.
“She put me on my ass,” Mav reminds me. “Layla may be fine. I don’t like it either, but remember how often people tell her what to do. It’s not going to work.”
“Thank you, Mav, for getting your head out of your ass, if only for a second,” Layla says with a wide yawn. “I need a nap, who wants to cuddle?”
Blinking at how easily she says that, I watch as Draven chuckles and links his fingers in hers.
“I have more paperwork than I even want to talk about,” Tyler groans. “Sleep well, Little Flower.”
Watching her disappear into the back room with Draven makes me jealous as fuck. It doesn’t make sense, I walked away from her, but why is she choosing him?
“That seriously doesn’t bother you?” I ask Tyler, shaking my head.
“She’s not sleeping well, so I’m more than fine with it. Layla passed out when she got the news about her uncle. I really need you to stop being a dick to her, because if she doesn’t lay you out next, I may,” Tyler grunts. Pulling out his computer, he starts booting up his device.
“Aye, I noticed the bruised spots under her eyes,” Mav said worriedly.
Are you fucking kidding me? Draven’s words last night gutted me. I don’t want to be the negative voice that tells her she’s not enough.
I simply wanted her to have the space to live without tying herself to Mav or I. It looks as if it doesn’t matter, because she’s with Draven and Tyler anyway. What would my life look like if I hadn’t walked away from everything?
Blowing out a breath as I tune out Mav and Tyler, I pull out my phone. Scrolling social media just means that I’m stalking Tyler without meaning to as he updates our accounts. The tour has a photographer who is sending him photos of each venue, so Tyler doesn’t have to worry about taking them himself. The photographer drives himself to each venue, and the label covers his costs. It’s a win-win situation.
Wrinkling my nose, I start going through my contacts. Swallowing hard, I decide to try to talk to Lennon. She’s got to be super pissed off at me. I don’t know how to stop being a dick to her sister, when all I can see is how beautiful she is. Layla’s performance was incredible last night, her ode to tell us to fuck off executed perfectly.
I’m glad Mav and I have been obsessively listening to her songs at night in our hotel room, sometimes even fucking to her voice. I never said either of us were normal. I don’t know how to speak to her anymore.
Layla isn’t the same person as she was five years ago. She’s not as open, innocent, or as excitable anymore. I wonder if that’s just something that life or touring has done, or if we’re responsible for that too.
Fuck it. Maybe I deserve to get yelled at, but I’m tired of having radio silence with people that used to be my family. The bus pulls out of the hotel lot, taking us to Chicago and a damn mobster.
Seriously, what are the odds?
I don’t know how not to be an asshole about this. I know I’ve left this for way too long, but please don’t hate me. Mav and I didn’t know what else to do.
Tiny Valkyrie: How about not walking out of my wedding? That would have been a great goddamn step, you twatwaffle.
Somehow, it makes me feel a little better to get yelled at. I can feel the muscles start to loosen because it’s a response. Mav and I didn’t get any kind of response or a very limited one five years ago. Please keep yelling at me.
It was selfish of us to leave. Layla was practically wifed up, and you all were so happy. We didn’t fit anymore.
There are bubbles! As they start and stop and then start again for so long I begin to wonder if she’ll even send it. Glancing at Mav, he raises his brow at me as if to ask me what I’m doing. Handing him the phone, he curses under his breath.
Tyler continues to work in the background, snorting out of nowhere. The guy is kind of weird. There are ear plugs in his ears, and I wonder if he can hear us.
I just don’t understand what makes him tick.
Knowing he can’t possibly know what I’m talking about, I turn back to Mav. Standing, he moves in the small space, until he’s sitting next to me.
