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I sat on the living room couch as Andrew set up the Wii and cursed under his breath when he stubbed his pinky on the back on the entertainment center. Nick sat in the recliner and took another sip of his Samuel Adams.
"Dude, I'd like to play today!" he laughed yelling at Andrew.
Justin came around the corner followed by Eric and sat down on the other end of the sectional. Eric plopped down next to me and kissed my temple. Staring at the TV that now displayed the Wii's warning message I twisted my wedding band around my ring finger.
"I can't believe I got married," I thought to myself, "I'm a wife."
"FINA-FUCKING-LY!" Nick screamed and jumped out of seat and grabbed the Wii-mote, "I call Britta on my team!"
I rolled my eyes, "you only want me on your team cause I'm the only one who can hit 8 homers in a row."
"Hell yeah," nick laughed and selected Baseball, "who else is on our team?"
"I will be," Andrew stood up from being crouched next to the TV.
"Hey no fair," Justin whined, "that's three against two, and Britta's really good."
"Fiiiiine," Nick mocked Justin, "Andrew will you be on Justin and Eric's team before he cries?"
Andrew agreed and took a seat next to Justin on the couch, "just tell me when I'm up," he bellowed stretching out on the couch.
"Eric you pitch," Nick motioned for him to stand up, "I'm at bat first."
Eric got up off the couch and grabbed the other Wii-mote, "you're going down!" he threatened.
Three strikes later Nick sat down and pouted, "you suck!"
"I can't help it if I pitch like a pro," Eric replied laughing and reclaiming his seat on the couch.
"You're up Britta," Justin smiled handing me the Wii-Mote.
"Go get em Wifey," Eric play slapped my arm as I began to stand up.
As soon as my butt came off the couch I felt myself falling, soon my face came crashing into the carpet with a loud thud…
I woke up with a jump and frantically searched the room with my eyes, clutching my chest I looked down at my empty ring finger.
"Jesus," I exhaled deeply, "not the dreams again."
I was in my LA apartment, and this was the sixth day in a row I'd woken up from a dream of back home. Finally catching my breath I reached for my phone, "8:52 AM" it flashed in my face as I clicked unlock. Just as I was about to check my voicemail "Tik Tok" by Ke$ha came pounding through the little speakers. "Incoming call from: Eric" the screen read. I clicked talk and brought the iPhone up to my ear.
"Good Morning," I cooed into the phone, my voice still sounding rough.
"Good morning beautiful," I got chills as I heard his voice, I missed him so much.
"It happened again," I whispered shaking the hair out of my face.
"The dreams?" Eric asked.
"Yeah," I began, "this one we were playing Wii in the living room."
I could hear Eric laughing on the other line, "this is not funny!" I yelled through my own chuckles.
"It's kinda funny babe," Eric replied.
"It is not! I miss you," I crawled out of bed and slipped on my moccasins.
"I miss you too," his voice dropped and I could tell this was really hard for him.
"Guess what I'm doing today?" I tried to lighten the mood.
"What?" Eric asked sounding chipper.
"I'm recording with Taylor Swift!" I exclaimed into the phone.
"Oh man," Eric chuckled under his breath, "Nick is going to be so jealous. I swear he wants to marry her or something…" his voice trailed off.
"Eric," I whispered into the phone, "you know I didn't say 'no' because I don't love you, I said 'no' because right now is not the best time for us to get married."
"I, I know" Eric stuttered, "I completely understand."
It had been in nearly two weeks since Eric purposed, and a week since I left for LA. I had already recorded one of the two songs I'd needed to finish up for the album and Eric was leaving for another tour in a few days. Marriage was not the best thing for us, and it hurt more than anything saying no, but it's not like we had broken up, we just needed time to think before we hopped on the marriage wagon. I mean I was 19, and Eric was 21, we were way too young to get married, or at least I was.
"How's Pat and Kennedy?" I asked trying to change the subject.
"Pat's home," Eric began to explain, "and Kennedy's still in the hospital, I guess his head injury was more serious then they'd thought. He's okay I guess, but they want to keep him there and track his motor skills and watch for seizures."
"Seizures?" I cried into the phone, "oh my god!"
"No, no he hasn't had one, they want to make sure he's not going to," Eric assured me.
"Oh thank goodness," I sighed in relief and poured myself a bowl of cereal.
"I don't know what this is going to mean for the tour," Eric began, "they already pushed it back a week, I think they're just going to cancel it, I mean Kennedy can't walk."
"The tour!" I gasped, "how are you guys gonna go on tour with The Maine if 2/5 of them are injured."
"That's what I want to know," Eric was obviously distressed, "if The Maine pulls out, and we can't find another band, the tours off."
"What about The Summer Set?" I suggested.
"They just finished up a tour with Cartel," he explained, "and now they're working on recording some stuff for the Deluxe Version of Love Like This."
"Oh wow," biting my nails I tried to think of something, "what about me? I could tour with you guys, it'd be perfect, I could open for you…"
Eric interrupted me, "babe, you know that would be amazing, but you have to stay in LA and finish your album. There is no way I'm letting you walk away from something like this; you owe it to the fans to get this album done."
"Ugh," I groaned, "I hate when you're right."
I heard distant voices in the background, "who's that?" I asked confused.
Eric laughed, "fricken Nick and Andrew," the noises got louder, "I guess they don't understand what SLEEP IS."
I laughed and took a sip of orange juice, "tell the guys I miss them too."
"Nick, Andrew, Justin," Eric called, "Britta's on the phone, and she says she misses you."
"BRITTTTTTTTTTAAAAAAAAA!" Nick monster called in the background.
Laughing I replied, "don't forget to tell him what I'm doing today."
"Oh Nick guess what?" Eric sing-songed.
"Whatttt?" Nick mocked him.
"Britta's recording with T-Swift today," I could hear Nick freak out in the background.
"Give me the phone," he screamed and soon screamed into my ear, "Britta, you gotta, you gotta put in a good word for me alright."
I started laughing hysterically, "Nick, I'll do the best I can alright?"
"Thank you, thank you, thank you," he exclaimed before Eric took the phone back.
"Well I'm gonna go take a shower before we have to start practicing alright," he sighed, "I'll talk to you soon, I love you."
"I love you more," I replied before hanging up.
Tossing my bowl in the sink I danced around the kitchen, "I'm recording with Taylor Swift!" I screamed out loud for no one in particular to hear.
wellllllllllllll, did i scare you?
sorry! but some intense stuff is about to go down.
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