A/N: I hope that you guys liked the prologue and you would like us to continue. We have through chapter 4 planed, but if there is anything else you would like to see please leave a review and let us know. Please enjoy!
Chapter 1
Colby's POV
"Next time you sleep through your alarm, I'm throwing your phone out the window," Ian told me, yawning into his bowl of cereal.
"I'll hurt you," I told him, staring blankly into Jamie's refrigerator, not sure what I wanted to eat.
"Come on, you love me too much to hurt me," Ian said, picking up his spoon like it was a bomb.
"Not really," I told him, finally picking up the carton of orange juice and closing the fridge.
"What are you two doing up? It's like five in the morning," Jamie said, shuffling into the room, taking the orange juice from me and drinking straight from the carton. "Drink it now, I dare you," he told me, a challenging look on his face after seeing my attempt to glare at him.
"Fine," I told him, taking the carton and mimicking his move.
"Bold move, you might want to get that checked out," Ian told me, a smug look of approval before getting smacked by Jamie. "And to answer your previous question Mr. Follese, Sleeping Beauty over here had her alarm set for 4:30 and refused to wake up. So, me sharing a room with her and being the light sleeper that I am, woke up to said alarm and was unable to go back to sleep or turn off the alarm. You need her password. So, I woke the princess up, don't worry, it wasn't with a kiss," Ian assured a shocked Jamie.
"More like a slap to the face with a pillow," I muttered, abandoning the orange juice and going for a cup of coffee.
"Anyways, with me unable to sleep, I felt it was only right for her to be awake and suffer with me. As to why you're awake at this godforsaken hour is beyond me."
"I heard people in my kitchen, I was worried," Jamie said, nodding to the bat he had set down by the door.
"If I was an intruder, do you really think that would stop me?" Ian asked, eyebrow raised and pointing at the bat.
Jamie shrugged, a devious look coming over his face. "I don't know, let's find out."
"No, boys, let's not," I told them, stepping into between them. "It's five in the morning. I don't feel like going to the hospital in my bro tank explaining what happened."
"I think it would be a fun story to tell during interviews," Ian said under his breath, returning to his cereal. Jamie and I shared in an eye roll before he went to put bread in the toaster.
"So, were packed and we have three days left, anything we need to see?" I asked Jamie, flinching as the toast popped up.
"Not really, I mean, c'mon, it's Tennessee," Ian mumbled. "Plus its five in the morning."
After that comment our group of three sat in semi-awkward silence for a while, half of the time with nobody really knowing what to say, the other half filled with the sounds of chewing.
"You need to pick up Nash and Ryan at the airport at seven," I told Ian, looking up from my phone, where I had just gotten a text from Ryan.
"Ryan and Nash are coming in for three days?"
"Yeah, I don't get it either, those two are weird," I told the boys. "And technically, it's two days, because they're coming at night."
Ian made a confused face while Jamie walked away, a suspicious look on his face. Guess I'll be asking about that later…
"Alright, I'm off," Ian called, grabbing his jacket as he walked out the door, heading out to pick up Ryan and Nash.
"Whatever," I heard Jamie yell from the kitchen as I sat down on the couch, picking up the remote. I started flipping through channels when Jamie jumped over the couch to land next to me.
"What's up, kid?" I asked him, confusion written across my face.
"I was going to ask you the same question," he told me, taking the remote away and turning off the TV.
"Um, not much, getting ready for a quiet night without packing, why?"
"Just wondering. I mean, I'm getting kinda hungry, so, do you want to maybe go get something?" Jamie suggested, forced casualness in his voice.
"Um, sure," I told him, trying, and failing, to hide the giggles in my voice.
"Cool, so, I was thinking about leaving in, like, an hour? Does that work for you?"
"Yeah, I'm going to shower, so I'll probably see you after I'm ready," I told him, getting up and heading to the bathroom I was currently using.
After reaching the bathroom, I grabbed my phone from my pocket, quickly typing a message to my two best friends, Bevan and Scarlett.
Holy hell. Guess who has a date with the guy of her dreams tonight?!
"So this has been the first real time we've had alone since we met," Jamie told me, reaching for my hand as he helped me out of the car. Even when I was out he wouldn't let go, causing me to smile. "And I don't know how you feel, but I definitely feel like it's something more than flirty friends, so I did this," Jamie said as we turned the corner onto a empty high school football field; except for the fact that it wasn't completely empty.
As we walked onto the field, I saw two people running away from what looked like a castle, causing Jamie to curse under his breath. "They were suppose to be gone by now," Jamie explained as we got closer and I noticed it was a castle. Right in the middle of the football field was an inflatable bouncy castle.
"Shoes off," he told me with a smile as he slid off his Converse shoes. Taking off my flats, I followed Jamie inside the castle to see a blanket set up in the middle, two In-N-Out bags in the center, with a six pack of cokes next to them. Looking at him, I had no idea what to say as he took my hand and led me over to the blanket. "Unfortunately we can't jump now, because I'm afraid the food will spill, and if the manager knew I had food in here I'd be dead, but if you want to we can after."
"This is the cutest thing anyone has ever done for me. Well, actually, I think it might be one of the only romantic things someone has done for me."
"Well, that's not fair for them then, because they're missing out on an amazing girl," he told me, looking into one of the bags. "I know this is your favorite food in the world, and there are no restaurants here in Tennessee, so I thought you might enjoy it."
"You are just impossibly sweet," I told him, a grin spreading across my face as I grabbed the bag Jamie offered me.
"Really? The guys thought this was kinda cheesy; being in a castle, and all, eating In-N-Out burger. I think their exact words were 'You're not six Jamie. That's just weird, and kinda cheesy. And weird,' but, it was either inflatable castle, something with Dora on it, or just a blanket on the field. And I remember last month at the fair you wanted to go in the bounce house but you were too old, so I figured this would be the perfect time."
"Don't listen to the guys; they're all single, except for Ian. And I thinks it's adorable, cheesy might be my thing," I told him with a smile as he reached for my hand, not objecting when he leaned in to kiss me.
"Well, um, goodnight," Jamie told me, standing outside my door before leaning down to kiss me. Holding back my giggles, I backed into my room, breaking the kiss.
"Night," I told him, shutting the door with a smile on my face. Falling on my bed, I grabbed my phone, already typing in my best friend's number.
"Hey, let me put you on hold for one second," I told Bevan, taking my phone away from my ear to call Scarlett.
"Hey, wait one second," I told her, merging the calls. "So, Bevan and Scarlett, I've got both of you guys here."
"Thorkelson!" Bevan yelled, almost bursting my ear drum.
"Who the hell is Thorkelson?" Scarlett asked.
"Who cares? How was your date?" Bevan squealed.
"It was the cutest, cheesiest, most amazing thing I've ever seen in my life," I told them, launching into all the details.
"Aww," Scarlett said after I finished my story of the night. "I want a boyfriend."
"All in good time, my friend, all in good time," Bevan told her. "So, how was packing?"
"Um, good for the most part. I mean, it was me, Ian, and Jamie. How can the three of us not have a good time?"
"Well, for one, we don't really know them like you," Scarlett said.
"Yeah, not cool. Anyways, did you find anything, um, interesting?" Bevan questioned, innuendo coating her words.
"Um, for the most part, no; but I mean, at one part I did find, um, Playboy under his bed. I mean, how teenage boy is that, though?" I told them, the words rushing out. I crossed my fingers, sending a silent prayer that Jamie wasn't still outside.
"Did you yell at him?" Bevan asked.
"No, I mean that was like, two days ago, we didn't start dating until now. And I don't even know if we are dating. I mean, we kinda had a fight, not really."
"Um, explain. Now," Scarlett demanded. "I'm here in Reno, alone. I need something exciting."
"Well, I asked him about and he responded with, 'Sometimes, a guy gets lonely and,' and that's where I cut him off. I took the magazine and said I was giving it to Ian, but I threw it away," I told them, an idea quickly coming to mind. "Have you guys seen the tour dates for the Forever Unstoppable tour?"
"No," they responded at the same time.
"Well, were making some stops in Orange County, that not too far from your school Bevan. And then, you'll like this one Scarlett, we're stopping in Reno, and I could probably get you an interview."
"Please, please, please, do not be joking. If you are kidding right now, next time I see you, you'll be getting a well deserved punch in the face," Scarlett told me.
"I'm not kidding, one second," I told her, getting up and crossing the room, putting my phone on speaker while I did that. "Hey Ian," I called, opening my door.
"Yeah," he responded from behind me.
"How long have you been there?" I asked him, horror coating my words and face.
"Um, the entire time. We are kind of sharing this room, and it is kind of 1 in the morning, I like sleeping after waking up at 4:30. By the way, where's the playboy you told Jamie I have?"
"In the trash, you heard me say that right? Or did you zone out after I said Playboy?"
"Um, yeah, I zoned out. Naked girls, I'm a guy, need I say more?" he said pointing at himself.
"No, you don't. So, did you hear about what to do in Reno?"
"Nope."
"Alright, well I was thinking, since my friend is a journalism major, we could possibly-"
"Talk to Ryan," Ian told me, cutting me off mid sentence.
"Well then," I said, walking out of the room. "Ryan!" I yelled through the silent house.
"Yeah?" he answered from somewhere downstairs.
Following the sound of his voice, I wound up in the game room, where Ryan was watching TV, his tambourine on his lap. "You and that damn tambourine," I told him. "Anyways, my friend is a journalism major and I was wondering-"
"Talk to Nash."
"Fuck you. No, I'm not doing it. Yes or no?"
"Well, it's one in the morning, maybe you should get some sleep, you're kinda cranky, Sleeping Beauty."
"Yes or no?" I repeated.
"I mean, sure why not?" he replied as I heard screaming from my phone. "What is that?"
"Oh, I'm still on the phone," I told him, sounding confused as I looked at my phone. "Hey guys, guess you heard that?"
"No shit, I heard that!" Scarlett practically yelled.
"Is that the chick?" Ryan asked.
"Yeah, that's your future interviewer," I told him.
"Well, hi then. I'll see you in…." Ryan drew out the last part, giving me a weird look.
"Reno, we'll see Scarlett in Reno. And we'll see Bevan in O.C.," I told him.
"You have two people on there? We'll hi then, Scarlett and Bevan."
"Well, then, hello there Mr. Ryan Follese," they said in unison, causing Ryan to crack up.
"Alright, I'm leaving before these two can embarrass themselves over the phone, they'll have plenty of time to do it soon. Night, RK," I told him, heading out of the room.
A/N: I do not own Hot Chelle Rae or any music used in this story.
