Chapter one hundred and twelve:

Christy walked out of the bathroom wearing a towel wrapped around her body and one wrapped around her head.

Isaac was sitting at the desk in the corner of the room surfing the internet on his laptop.

“Hi, honey. What are you doing?” Christy asked, standing behind him and circling her arms around his shoulders.

“I’m just checking my email, I’m waiting for these PR people to email me back.”

“Cool that sounds…”

“Incredibly boring?” He smiled.

“Well, I’m not going to lie.” She kissed his cheek and released him.

“What are you girls planning to do today?” Isaac asked.

Christy pulled a pair of jeans out of the closet. “I don’t think we have anything planned. Luke is leaving this afternoon, so Jen will be pretty depressed after that. We’ll probably just end up watching a movie or something, you know? Hanging out around the house.”

“Okay… Well, I don’t want to ruin your day, but you do know that the body guard is coming over today, right?”

“What?” She groaned. “Baby!”

“I’m sorry, but you know that it’s a matter of security.”

She sighed. “This sucks. Those people haven’t threatened us in weeks!”

“Christy, I know that. But I’d never be able to live with myself if something happened to you, you know that right? I love you, and I want you to be safe. And we’ll have a fantastic wedding, then we’ll make all kinds of babies… okay?”

Christy laughed. “Yeah, that’s so not going to work on me this time.”

“Alright,” He laughed. “But it’s for your own good.”

“Okay, if you say so.” She smiled. “Wait, if the album is finished and coming out soon, why are you going to the studio today?”

Isaac turned in his chair to face her. “Because we still have the studio booked for another week, and we’re trying to make the most of that time.”

“Oh. That makes sense… but promise me that next week you won’t work so hard.”

“I promise.” He chuckled.

“Good. And promise me that you’re going to help me with all this wedding stuff? Tonight?”

“I thought my mom was helping.” He smirked.

“She is, but you have to help too.”

“Why’s that?” He teased.

“Because I said so.” She teased.
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Jenna followed Luke through the busy airport. She clutched his hand tightly as he led the way towards his gate. After already checking his bags, all that was left was for him to get on the plane.

At last, they stopped outside one of the gates. Jenna hoisted her purse up over her shoulder and held her breath, dreading what the next words out of his mouth would be.

“So, I guess this is it…” He began awkwardly.

Jenna looked up at him, forcing herself not to cry already.

“I know.” Luke sighed. “It sucks… but it’s only going to be two weeks. We’ve been apart for much longer, so two weeks shouldn’t be too tough, right?”

She sighed. “It will be hard enough.”

He forced a smile. “I’ll call you. And you can call me. And we can email and chat online…”

“I know.” She blinked to hold back tears. She looked away from him at last. “I don’t know why I’m so upset. It’s only two weeks, like you said… I just… I just wish we had more time together, you know? More than a week or two.”

“It sucks.” He enveloped her in a firm embrace. “I know, it sucks, but I’m going to join you on the tour and we’ll have a whole month together.”

“I know… that just seems like so far away.” She mumbled, tightly grasping the back of his t-shirt in her hands, holding onto him tightly.

“We’ll see each other soon, though, okay? And I’ll call tonight, as soon as I get home.” Luke promised.

Jenna nodded, sniffling quietly.

His watch beeped on his arm. “Love, I’ve got to go, okay?”

She slowly released him. “Promise to call me?”

“I promise.” He smiled.

“Good. You’d better.”

He bent and gently kissed her, before hurrying off to his gate.
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Taylor was the first to arrive in the studio. He unlocked the door and stepped inside. He turned on the lights and went through the process of switching on instruments, recorders, and mixing tables.

He found a swivel chair and sat down to finish his coffee, with a yellow legal pad balanced on one knee.

Being in the studio, writing and recording songs was the last place he wanted to be. He loved the process of making new music, but he wanted to get the album released and go back out and tour for the fans.

He was tired of staying in one place all of the time, and was starting to find himself going stir crazy.
He wanted to savor the feeling of playing live again. He wanted the rush of stepping onstage to thousands of girls screaming every night, getting high on the music, then bringing himself down at the end, only to do it again the next night.
He wanted euphoria.
Most of all, he wanted to get out and meet miscellaneous girls. He wanted to get out and meet nameless and faceless fans for brief nights, for one night stands, and for moments to forget his troubled relationship status, or lack there of.

He wanted to forget Jen and have a little fun while doing it, if possible.

“Hey! Look who started without us!” Isaac came into the room loudly, dropping his messenger bag on the floor under the mixing desk. “That’s unusual.”

“Yeah, normally he spends two hours in the bathroom first, checking his hair.” Zac teased.

Taylor rolled his eyes. “Whatever.”

“Anyway, let’s get this stuff done and over with, I’ve got a date tonight.” Zac plopped into a chair.

“A date?” Taylor asked.

“Yeah, I’m taking Becky tonight, for a really fancy dinner.”

Taylor laughed. “You know McDonalds doesn’t count as fancy, right?”

Zac rolled his eyes. “I know that. We’re going to someplace really fancy. Expensive.”

Isaac laughed. “Alright quit bickering.”

“No, I’m serious.” Zac protested. “I’m going to tell Becky that I love her.”

Taylor raised his eyebrows. “Why the hell would you do that? You’re young. You have the rest of your life to decide if you want to be tied down.”

“I’m not tied down, I love her.” Zac shrugged. “I can’t imagine being with anyone else.”

Taylor sighed. “You know you were dropped on your head as a child, right? Several times?”

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