She loved California that time of the year. The rays of the sun were going through the car windows, giving pleasant warmth. She could feel autumn in every breath she was taking.
No, she had nothing against going by car from Cambri to Monterrey, if it meant she could be with Finn that evening.
No, she had nothing against it that it will be only a few hours. That they will wake up in the morning and everything will start over again.
She let her hair loose and pressed the button, so that the sliding roof hid in the boot. She laughed out loud. One of the conveniences of Finn's job was this car. She loved it. The wind was playing with her wisps of hair, making her laugh louder.
No, she had nothing against throwing everything and going to see him.
No, she had nothing against pushing her way through the crowd of squealing fans and reminding them she is his fiancée.
The freeway along the Pacific Ocean coast was her favorite. Especially during autumn. When the Santa Lucia Mountains were covered by the first snow and the trees were turning yellow and red in more and more valleys.
No, she had nothing against it that their manager hadn't let her go in tour with the boys and forbidden them to bring any girls to the bus.
No, she had nothing against the chaos in their lives.
She turned the radio on and started singing, just like a wailing singer did, who claimed she was absolutely not lonely. She saw pedestrians who turned their heads around to watch her. She waved her hand and came back to the karaoke.
No, she had nothing against calling her the mysterious fiancée of one of the best drummers in the last decade.
No, she had nothing against his career which appeared overnight and turned their lives into one big journey.
She parked the car and shouldered her bag. She smiled seeing a poster hanging on an advertising pillar which encouraged people to go to the concert. She remembered that shooting. Finn was terrified and Puckerman so terribly bored that he even looked cute. She headed to the bus and even if she was blind, thanks to the shouting and squealing crowd, she would know where it is parked. She took the sunglasses off and stood by the bodyguard.
No, she had nothing against it that he had to give interviews and model for so many photographs.
No, she had nothing against waiting for her turn.
She was observing Puckerman who, with the arrogant nonchalance, was signing posters, cards, breasts and was putting countless paper scraps with written phone numbers into his pocket, pretending he didn't care. She looked Finn's exhausted and resigned face. He loved giving concerts, but at the same time, she was aware of all the things that made him so tired. Things which were directly connected with the popularity. Sometimes, when he finally came back from the tour, he could sleep for over twelve hours. But he never complained.
No, she had nothing against a long separation which let her fall in love with Finn over and over again.
No, she had nothing against listening stupid gossip about him.
She came closer and tried to talk to him before the show. She wanted to hug him, kiss him. She hadn't had such opportunity since over a week. He stood so close to her and yet didn't see her. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to hold back tears. It wasn't the first time this was happening, when they were next to each other and couldn't be together.
But they will see each other after the concert, right?
No, she had nothing against all this confusion, because she knew how happy he is when he could create and play the music.
No, she had nothing against waiting for him.
No, she had nothing against it.
No.
Simply, she wish everything was more for them.
Only for them.