We reached the venue, maybe, an hour later. The entire ride was filled with flirting coming from John and concerned glances from my brothers. Pat never did like the fact that John and I went out. He always thought he was using me. He had, finally, grown accustomed to it when John said he was going to propose. Only thing was, I was too young.
"You ready to have the time of your life, Harmony?" Pat asked, grinning, widely. I smiled and watched as him and Garrett danced in the venue parking lot as soon as they got out of the van. "Come on, Harms! Dance with us!"
I shook my head, laughter pouring from my lips. "Not happening, you guys!"
They pouted, but, eventually, got over the fact I wasn't going to dance with them. I wandered off, exploring the venue that they were playing tonight. It was nice, but not that big. It was one of those personable, small venues. I had always preferred these kinds. It allowed the fans to meet the bands and hang out after the show without security all over their asses.
"Hey! Harmony, right?" A female voice called. I looked around, searching for the face to match the voice. "Over here!"
I turned and made a small 'o' with my mouth as I realized who was calling me. She waved me over. I smiled and wandered that direction, feeling a bit more comfortable as she smiled at me.
"I'm Cassadee. I'm on tour with the guys, too." She told me, patting the seat across from her. She grew comfortable as she sipped on a coke. "Don't be shy! I know you're Tim and Pat's little sister. God knows, Pat isn't a quiet child." She giggled, sipping her drink again.
"Yeah. He was never quiet." I replied, feeling more at ease with the girl. "I remember the first time he did 'Rat Boy'." I snickered. She looked over at me and grinned. "Mom thought he was psychotic!"
She laughed along with me, before offering me a drink. I accepted and we sat back and chatted, laughing at stories of the guys and just being girls. Soon, I felt a hand on my shoulder and Cassadee looked up and smiled.
"Sound check, Cass!" The person behind me yelled, laughing. "You almost missed it."
I looked up and saw Kennedy's brown eyes staring back into mine. I smiled and lifted my hand to my mouth, blowing him a kiss. He grinned and moved around me, stealing Cassadee's seat. "Hello, Kennedy." I smiled, sitting up and crossing my legs.
I watched as his eyes wandered across my body, down my legs as they were uncovered in the scrap of cloth I called shorts. Clearing my throat, I grinned as his eyes snapped back up to mine.
"Like what you see, Ken?" I teased, shifting in my seat again. I cackled at his expression, before he shot me look. "So, what's up, Kenny-benny?"
He scowled, but softened his features, seeing as it was me. "You look amazing, Harms. How have things been for you?"
I smiled, loving Kennedy's concern for her. I, also, love his smile that he flashes me, his brown eyes glimmering. "I've been pretty well. Besides getting kicked out of the house. That was shitty."
He smiled, but I could tell he wanted to apologize. I bit my lip and looked up at him through my eyelashes, feeling a bit ashamed for being pregnant at almost eighteen. He grinned at me and stood, holding his hand out for me to take. I looked up at him, warily, smiling as he rolled his eyes and snatched my hand, gently. I squealed as he pulled me out of my seat and along the parking lot, my hand, firmly in his. I blushed as he, unconsciously, intertwined our fingers. I couldn't help but feel the bubbling in my belly.
"I'm going show you around some, yeah?" He grinned, tugging on my hand. I smiled and nodded. "You're going to love touring. It's freeing."
I smiled as he chattered, amicably, about all of the things he's seen on tour before. All of the people, fans, he meets. The people that mean so much to all of the band. I smiled and tightened my fingers around his, before releasing. He turned to me, confusion written on his face, but all I did was tap him on the shoulder, before running off.
"You're it, Kenny!"