Chapter Thirty-Four: Dave's P.O.V.

I woke up the next morning to noise down in the kitchen. I looked at the clock. 3:30 A.M.

I slowly got out of bed and made my way downstairs to see Jessie, sitting at the table with a bottle of water in her hands.

"What are you doing up?" I asked her.

"I couldn't sleep."

"Is the bed not comfortable, because if it isn't, I'll let you have my bed and I'll take the guest room," I said, sitting beside her.

"No, it's not that. It just feels weird being in an actual house instead of a hotel room."

"I see. Well, are you going to go back to bed?"

"Actually, I think I might throw in a movie. If it's alright with you, of course."

"I don't mind," I told her as she walked into the living room. I grabbed a bottle of water for myself and followed.

"So what movie are we watching?" I asked as I sat down on my leather sofa and propped my feet up while watching Jessie sort through my DVDs.

"What do you mean "we", Dave?" she questioned, turning her attention form the DVDs to me.

"I'm going to stay and watch a move with you."

"No, you're not. You're going to go back upstairs and get some sleep," she commanded.

"I think that take-charge attitude is kind of sexy," I laughed.

"Seriously, Dave. Go get some rest."

"I couldn't get any sleep knowing that you were down here all by yourself. Now, hurry up and pick out a movie," I joked.

"How about The Fast and the Furious?" she suggested.

"That's fine," I replied as she put it in. Afterwards she sat in the chair across from the couch. "Jess, I don't bite. Come sit with me."

"Are you sure? You look awfully comfortable with your feet propped up like that."

"I'd be even more comfortable with you over here."

She smiled before grabbing a blanket and walking over to the couch. "Where do you want me to sit?"

I smirked and pulled her down onto the couch so her back was against my chest. "Right here. I'm comfy. Are you?"

"Yeah, I am," she replied, pulling the blanket over both of us.

"That's good. Hopefully, you can get some sleep. We've got a big day ahead of us," I told her, kissing the top of her head.

"What do you mean?" she asked, curiously, looking up at me.

"You'll just have to wait and see."

"Is it something I'll like?"

"I hope so. Now, let's watch the movie."

We were silently watching the movie until Vin Diesel's character, Dominic Toretto, came in.

"Look at that beautiful body," Jessie sighed.

"I could take him any day of the week," I gloated as a little twinge of jealousy hit,

"I never said you couldn't. I was just stating a fact."

"Well, while we're on the subject of facts, that Michelle Rodriguez looks pretty hot too."

"If you think so."

"I do, but I bet you'd look a million times better in those clothes than she does."

"Yeah, good one, Dave," she laughed.

"I'm serious, Jess. You'd look good in some super low-rise jeans and a halter top. You could even go and get your belly button pierced. Makes my mouth water just thinking about it."

"So basically you want me to be the new resident slut backstage?"

"Of course not. You're a person who could pull off something like that with class."

"Well, maybe someday, Dave," she replied, closing her eyes.

Someday was right. That "someday" just happened to be that day.