Rocking His Fake World (Love You Forever #3) - Alexis Winter Page 0,52
walks away, leaving the boys staring at us while we eat. Suddenly, I feel like a monkey in the zoo.
I lean toward Luna. “I don’t know how you deal with constantly getting stared at.”
She laughs and rolls her eyes. “You’ve just gotta be a little self-absorbed so you don’t notice. Who’s staring?” She looks around, noticing the boys right away. She smiles and waves. “They’re harmless. Eat up so we can go on our next adventure.”
We eat while being watched and Luna talks about the gig tonight. It’s at a local festival in the center of town. They’re playing on the main stage, opening for a band called The Shallow Waters—some country rock band from Georgia that’s rising in popularity. She talks about the tour she’s about to start and how this one will be short in comparison to the major headlining tour they’ll embark upon after that.
I listen while she talks, but I also think about the question she asked me last night. Could I give up my life as I know it to be a groupie? Could I live on the bus with the guys? Could I travel day in and day out? I don’t think it’s something I could do constantly. But if we do work out, I could see myself joining her on the road for short periods of time. Maybe take a week off and tour with her, then fly back home from wherever I am. I don’t say anything about it yet, because it’s something I need to give more thought.
“Ready to get out of here?” I toss some money down on the table to cover the check, then stand, holding my hand out for her.
Eleven
Luna
Breakfast was good, but I could see how uneasy Daniel was when those boys stared at us. He didn’t eat much of his food—pushing most of it around on his plate. His side of the conversation seemed to drop off more than usual too, with only mmm and hmm as responses to what I had to say. He kept looking at the teenagers, and I could tell by the way he was flexing his jaw that he wasn’t happy with the unwanted attention. But that’s always been a part of my life. When I was younger, I wanted all attention on me, and even though I’ve outgrown that now, it’s not something I can change. They’re either staring because I’m on stage and entertaining them, or they’re staring at my purple highlights, tattoos, and heavy makeup. I’m used to it, but it’s something that Daniel will have to adapt to if he wants this to work out.
When we leave the restaurant, he seems to relax. His shoulders fall back into place and his muscles seem to loosen. As we walk down the street hand in hand, I bump my shoulder against his. “What do you want to do now?”
He shrugs. “Whatever you want to do. We have all day.” He stops and spins me into his arms, my chest bumping off of his. We’re eye-to-eye now, lips only an inch apart. “We could walk through hell and I’d be fine as long as I had you there with me.” He closes the distance between our lips and gives me the sweetest, softest kiss.
When he pulls away, I’m breathless and I’m sure my face is pink from the intimate moment between us. Suddenly, a phone camera flash goes off out of the corner of my eye and we both turn to look.
“You’re Luna, right? You’re in that band that’s about to go on tour! You’re going to be famous,” the girl says as she walks up to us. Daniel sets me on my feet and pulls me away from her.
“Sorry about that,” I say as we walk away.
“I guess this is just how things are going to be from now on. I’ll adjust,” he says, but keeps us walking in the opposite direction. The girl who took our picture seems to have drawn the attention of others, and before I know it, everyone’s staring at us. They all have their phones out, snapping pictures as we pass by them. At the last second, Daniel pulls me to the side and we duck into a bar. No one follows us in, and thankfully, most of them lose interest and walk off. A few gather by the doors and windows, talking to each other. We grab a seat at a booth and the bartender comes over to take our orders.