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Cara chokes on her drink. She looks at me seriously for a moment, and I don’t miss the hurt flash through her features before she masks it.
“I’m going to run to the bathroom, but I’ll be back to run that track again.” She tells the room, before rushing out. Dolly has glee in her eyes as she watches her leave. I bend low and get closer to her so the guys can’t hear me.
“Take the fluff ball back, Doll. I’ve told you before we aren’t serious. This is just a bit of fun. You knew the score from the beginning. And while we're at it, get your shit out of my closet.” I stand up and nod at Mikey, giving Dolly a pointed look, then follow after Cara. I catch her in the hall laughing with Gem.
“That girl is psycho. Memphis would never start a family with her,” she laughs and Cara hums.
“I just don’t want to be intruding if they are that serious. Maybe I should take the apartment downstairs. I have enough baggage that I don't want to cause any drama,” she says softly, and I round the corner interrupting.
“You are not imposing Carson Star Matthews!You’remy best friend, my family,notDolly. So don’t even think about moving out from under my roof. You’re right where you're supposed to be.” I pull her into my arms and she freezes but relaxes after a minute. I spin her to look into my eyes. To see my truth; it’s always her over anyone else.
“Promise me…promise me that if anything changes you'll tell me. I love and appreciate everything you're doing, but this is your life Memphis.”
I give her a nod and she smiles, before giggling. I raise a brow and she bites her lip. “She bought you a tiny little purse dog. Does she not know you hate ankle biters?”
I release her and shake my head, laughing with her. I really can’t stand little dogs. If we ever did get a pet it would be a kitten or a husky. I’ve always loved huskies, ever since watchingSnow Dogswith Cara.
Gem clears her throat and winces, nodding towards someone behind us. I glance over my shoulder and pause. Fuck! Dolly is standing there furious and holding the little poof.
“Jameson said it’s time to get back to work! We leave on tour tomorrow!” she snaps and I give her a nod, ignoring the lasers she's shooting our way. I internally groan and head back to the studio. One tour bus, three horny assholes, a prima donna and an angel. This is going to be torture.
Twenty-One
Carson
Tour life is nothing like I thought it would be. Having to share a bathroom with five people and dealing with morning sickness is not ideal. I think everyone believes I have an eating disorder, but I’d much rather have them think that than the real reason.
Dolly is becoming clingier and clingier to me and Memphis. Trying to become my best friend, but I can see her hidden agenda. She’s up to something and I know whatever it is, is going to cause tremendous damage. I mentioned it to Memphis but he waved it away, saying he was on it. I hope he is because I get bad vibes. I guess there's a reason Frankie can’t stand her.
“Cara, hurry up! I have to shower before we get to Memphis.” Dolly bangs on the door one more time then groans. “Seriously, what are you doing in there?” I turn the shower off and flush the toilet, resting my head on the cool floor for a moment as my stomach settles. According to my missed periods I’m almost twelve weeks, so hopefully the morning sickness goes away soon.
It would help if Dolly’s perfume and the bacon that Memphis insists on cooking in a small enclosed space didn’t turn my stomach.
Tonight we’re staying at a hotel, and I can’t be happier. Finally, I get to sleep in a bed instead of the small bunk. There's a large bed at the end of the bus, but that’s where Memphis and Dolly sleep most nights. Things seem strained with them lately so I’ve been fortunate not to hear them fucking. But I do hear Dolly whining most nights.
Someone suggested Dolly get her own bus, and I pray that happens. Just her luggage alone needs its own room. They have a wardrobe and equipment bus so why does she have to have seven bags?
“Leave her alone, Doll. She’s not doing well with the motion of the bus. She always did get seasick,” Memphis snaps.
“We’re on a fucking tour bus Memphis, not a boat!” Dolly roars. I climb from the floor and wipe my face off, before unlocking the door. I give them a sheepish look and move around them.
“I think I need to go see a doctor,” I say with a grumble and Memphis nods, giving me a look of sympathy. He knows how I feel about doctors and hospitals. I don’t want to go but Sassy and Lee have been demanding I have a check up for the baby. The vomiting makes a good excuse to go without giving much away.
“I’ll have Gem schedule something tomorrow,” Memphis says, and I give him a small smile.
“Thanks Memph.” Dolly huffs, then moves into the bathroom slamming the door. He rolls his eyes and I laugh, but it’s weak. He turns and walks towards his room and I head towards my bunk. We have a few hours before we reach the arena we're playing at tonight, so I think a nap is in order. Mikey gives me a fist bump when I pass his bunk.
I slide my curtain closed and lay my head on the pillow. My phone buzzes and I sigh while checking it.
Lay: How was the show last night?
Me: It was good. Still surreal but I think I may love it.
I add a smiley face and he sends me heart eyes. I smile and laugh. I’ve started texting him a little more every day, and I realize how much I miss him. I don’t think I'm ready to see him in person, though. Not until I get things figured out on my end. I lie on my back and place my hand on my belly. It’s still flat but I love rubbing it. My little Jelly Bean and I.
Shortly after I left for Nashville, Lay showed up at my house in Kansas and Frankie being the person she is, took him in and I don’t see him ever escaping. I’m just waiting for the others to follow. Memphis also mentioned that they’ve started to text. Lay has a lot of demons like Memph does, and I think it's a great idea for them to talk. I still don’t know the extent to what Lay has been through, but I do know that Memphis can help him more than I can.
Lay: I’d love to see you guys perform.
