Chapter thirty-nine:

After the movie they were watching had ended, Isaac went looking for Christy. She had gone to the front of the bus to ask how much longer until the next stop, and hadn’t returned.

He found her lying in her bunk flipping through a magazine.

“Hey, C?” He said, leaning against the bunks. “How are you? I mean, you’ve been kind of quiet all day.”

“I’m alright. I… I have a headache.”

“Do you want an aspirin? Or can I get you anything?” He offered.

“No… No, I’m fine.”
He paused and reached out, running his fingers across her stomach in the gap between her shirt and her jeans. “Does this… have anything to do with last night? Do you regret… what we did?”
Christy put her magazine down. “No, baby, I don’t regret anything we’ve done… I just…” She sighed. “The tour is ending in a month… I mean, I knew it would, I just didn’t know it would be so soon… And I didn’t know that I’d be falling-“ She stopped suddenly.

“You’d be falling…” Isaac prompted.

Christy’s green eyes met his, then she pushed herself out of her bunk. “You know, what? It doesn’t matter. Because in another thirty days. I’m going to be out of your life forever.” She drew in a deep breath. “I’m going to be just some chick you banged on tour.” She stormed past him and into the bathroom, slamming the door.

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After getting settled, Zac knocked on the door to Becky and Jenna’s room.

He heard the sound of footsteps padding towards the door on the carpet and the door swung open.

“Zac! Hi!” She smiled. Her jeans were rolled up to her knees and her toes were held apart by Kleenex.

“Hey, Becca… What… what on earth are you doing?” He laughed, staring at her feet. She grabbed his hand and pulled him inside. “I’m painting my toenails.”

“What for?”

“So they look pretty in flip flops.” She shrugged.

“Why?”

“Well, because I can’t have bare toenails in flip flops, where’s the fun in that?” She laughed, walking past him to the sitting area where she had left the bottle of ‘purple pizzazz’ nail polish. “Want me to paint yours too?” She laughed. “Stop looking at my toes!”

Zac laughed. “I can’t help it. You look ridiculous.”

Becky laughed and hopped around on one foot, removing the balls of Kleenex from between her toes, then did the same with the other foot.

“Better?” She asked, standing up as straight as she could.

“Yup. Now you just look silly.”

Becky burst out laughing, took a running jump and leapt into his arms, wrapping her arms and legs around his waist and her arms around his neck, planting a large kiss on his cheek.

Zac laughed and walked her over to the sofa, and flopped her down on the sofa, pinning her down and tickling her.

Becky shrieked with giggles, and fought him for a good five minutes before screaming that she gave up.

“You!” She narrowed her eyes at him. “That is so not fair! You know I’m ticklish!”
He laughed. “I know. That’s why I do it.”

Becky laughed. “You owe me!”

“I don’t owe you anything.” He laughed.

“You bet your ass you owe me.” She poked him in the chest.

“Alright, fine. What do I owe you?”

“This,” Becky folded her arms around his neck and kissed him.
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