Chapter forty:

Jenna and Taylor were walking the eight blocks back to the hotel. Taylor had offered to pay for a cab back, but Jenna insisted that they walk. She wanted to enjoy the beautiful night air, even if it was a little chilly in town.

Taylor had offered her his zip-up hoodie, but she declined, insisting she wasn’t cold. She didn’t want this to feel any more like a date.
When he had bought the tickets, the man at the window had told them to enjoy their date, and his words rung in her head over and over again.

She missed Luke, and he had yet to call. And here she was out with Taylor.

Her thoughts were disrupted by Taylor draping his sweater around her shoulders.

“I know you said you weren’t cold, but you can practically see your breath out here.”

“Thanks Tay.” Jenna pulled his shirt around herself more. “Thanks for taking me out tonight too.”

“No problem.”

They walked in silence for a moment before he cleared his throat. “Look, I know things have been a little… weird lately. But I still want us to be friends.”

“I do too.” Jenna smiled.

“Okay, then let’s start over.” He wiped his palms awkwardly on his jeans then extended a hand to her, “Hi, my name is Taylor Hanson. Millions of girls scream my name every time I go onstage.”

Jenna burst out laughing but shook his hand anyway. “I’m Jen, and its definitely not millions of girls, it’s more like one or two.”

“Oooh. That hurts.” He stopped walking pretended to clutch his side in pain.

Jenna stepped through the automatic glass doors into the lobby of the hotel.

“Are you going to the show tomorrow night?” Taylor was beside her again.

“Yeah, I think so.” Jenna pressed the button for the elevator. “I love seeing you guys live.”

“Listen, Jen… I know that you’re worried about things with Luke right now, since you just met him and everything, but let me just say… in his defense, he’s a really great guy, and you two would be… perfect together. He may be a little weird around you at first, but that’s just because he really likes you.”

Jenna turned around to face him, studying his eyes. “How do you know?”

Taylor replied. “He told me.”  

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Christy was sitting in her small hotel room, in the middle of the bed with her sketchbook on her lap. She was attempting to draw a simple sketch of a bare tree on its own, but it just wouldn’t happen. The pencil wouldn’t go where she wanted it to, and nothing was working the way she wanted to.

Frustrated, she tore the page from her sketchbook and crumpled it into a ball, tossing it across the room.

The phone next to her bed rang and Christy immediately picked it up. Before she could even manage a ‘hello’, the voice on the other side spoke.

“Christy, I know you’re mad but-“

Christy sighed and hung up the phone.

She knew she needed to talk to him, but she was just too upset over loosing the only person she had ever had feelings for. She had every intention of speaking to him again, just not until she had a moment to think.

Suddenly, the front door burst open and slammed shut.

Christy scrambled to her feet in shock, and before she knew it Isaac was standing in front of her.

“Okay, I know you’re mad about the tour ending, and so am I. But I love you, and I am not going to let you simply go when the tour ends. I was putting it off and putting it off, but now I’ve made a decision. Move in with me.” He spoke in a loud angry voice.

Christy’s eyes widened and her hand flew to her chest in shock.

He drew in a deep breath. “I’m sorry, I yelled,” He swallowed hard. “But I meant every word of that. I do love you. I know it’s soon, but I don’t think I can live without you. Move to Tulsa, and be with me.”

Christy burst into tears and wrapped her arms around his neck tightly.

“C… don’t cry… babe, please…” He gently rubbed her back with the palm of his hand.

“I can’t help it… I was almost crying because I thought I was loosing you, and now I’m so happy…”

“So… you’ll do it? You’ll come to Tulsa?”

“Of course baby!”
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