"I wanna make it in America, make it in America!" The last line of my song rang out in the crowd as I sang it, and I grinned widely, playfully curtsying and holding it until the lights went out, then jogging off stage and immediately grabbing a water bottle from the cooler. "It's so HOT!" I exclaimed, not really caring if anyone was listening, and chugging down half of the water.

I nearly screamed when I heard a low voice in my ear. "And getting hotter." They murmured, and I whirled around and slapped James's arm. "James! You've gotta stop doing that, I'll end up having a heart attack before the tour is even halfway through!" I raised an eyebrow at him, a small smile coming to my face. "I've gotta go change, I'm all sweaty." I mumbled, making my way into the dressing room I had to share with the boys. I grabbed my faded skinny jeans and white tank top, turning my back on the guys and starting to quickly get changed.

Yeah, sometimes it sucked that I had to dress in front of them, but they were professional about it and didn't peek at me...that I knew of. I had seen every one of them shirtless several times, and I had even caught a glimpse of James's butt as he got out of the shower one night after a show, but that was it. Oh, but what a nice butt it was, all tan and firm, and...

I was snapped out of my musings by my sister, Madison, tapping on my shoulder. "Hello, Vic? Are you in there?" She teased, stepping back and raising an eyebrow. "Thinking about James again?" Maddie asked curiously.

My eyes widened and I quickly pulled my shirt over my head, buttoning up my pants and shaking my head. "No! Why would I be thinking about..." I trailed off, taking a quick look around. "James? He's not...I mean, we're not..." I stuttered, trying to finish my sentence, and she laughed.

"It's cool, I was just messing with you. Come on, three minutes 'til you go back out to wrap things up with Here's To Us." She said as she grabbed my wrist, pulling me towards the side of the stage I was supposed to enter from.

I joked with Maddie until the three minutes were up, glancing over at James and getting butterflies when I caught him looking at me. I quickly shook it off and ran out on stage, grabbing the mic and starting my closing song. The feeling was always a little bittersweet, but I was comforted by the fact that I'd be singing a couple songs with the guys later on after everything calmed down.

I waved to the crowd once I finished, jogging off stage again and grabbing my water. "Gosh, I love that the heat in Florida is basically dry, but it gets hot when you're running around out there." I said as I moved to stand next to James, sharing the mirror he was using to fix my hair. I laughed when he playfully bumped me to the side with his hip, glancing at me. "This is my mirror Miss Justice, get your own." He teased, smiling to let me know he was playing with me.

"Come on, Jamie, you can't spare some room for your favorite girl on this tour?" I asked playfully as I moved behind James, wrapping my arms around him and jumping up onto his back.

"Your mom is my favorite girl on this tour, so I guess I could spare a little time." He joked, immediately moving his hands to hold behind my knees so I wouldn't fall. "Of course I've got time for you, you're my best girl friend."

I sighed softly, so quiet it almost couldn't be heard, and moved to rest my chin on his shoulder, looking at him in the mirror. "Just friends, James?" I asked quietly, biting on my bottom lip as I waited for his answer.

He opened his mouth to speak just as a stagehand came jogging through, letting them know it was show time. "Later." He mumbled, helping me off of his back and rushing away to get his headset on.

I couldn't help but feel like we wouldn't be talking about that later. James had a tendency to avoid things that stressed him out, but whether or not this was one of those things, I didn't know. However, what I did know was that I needed to get my feelings out in the open, no matter if he returned them or not. If he didn't, it might make things a little awkward on the tour bus, but...we could work things out.

Right?